patrick rothfuss prologue

Janet Longfellow finally understood that a loveless marriage couldn't last for long, so she asked for a divorce and left resolutely. Everyone was waiting to have a good laugh at her, and Nathaniel Webster was no exception. He believed Janet would come back to pray for his forgiveness sooner or later. However, he was slapped on the face every day after they got divorced. The heir of Longfellow Group? The mysterious genius of hacking? And she was even the well-known designer he wanted to work with! A popular best actor, a young racing driver, and an excellent rich single lined up to confess Janet. Nathaniel finally couldn't sit still. He knocked on Janet's door and confessed affectionately, "Honey, please forgive me. I love you, let's remarry." Janet responded, "Thank you, but I'm not interested. A loveless marriage can't last long!" The tables had turned.

Before existence, before the void, before even nothingness itself, they already existed: Azarion and Aetherion, the Absolutes. From their will, Zarion, the Prince of the Void, was born — capable of anything, yet choosing to abandon his godlike power to explore, feel, and understand. Sent to Earth in a simple body — a boy with a plain look but unimaginable strength — Zarion encounters a world threatened by interdimensional rifts and monstrous invaders. Alongside him, Lya, a skilled hunter, teaches him the fragile rules of this reality… while another observer, tied to an ancient and terrifying secret, watches his every move. In a world where absolute power collides with the ordinary, Zarion must navigate exploration, combat, and cosmic mysteries… and maybe discover what it truly means to live.

We have to get at the truth of the matter. Mary isn’t the type of person who gossips. People lost faith in banks. She will defeat them. I was delighted at the news of her success. They laughed at my idea. Alex had a fear that he would fall down. She tried to restrain her anger. Don’t underestimate your own strength. Samuel has a good side and an evil side...!!!

The infamous White Clan robbed A-rank investigator James Ross's happiness by setting his house on fire, and—! Ross wants to get revenge on them after that event, but he must overcome obstacles to reach the leader of the White Clan with his allies.

Prologue Blake Coster One of the richest Billionare in America. He got the face, the money and fame. He always get what he wants and now he wants the heritage that his grandfather, he has to find a bride but love is his number one enemy, he hates it. Love ruins his family and he doesn't want it ruin him. Jean Verodine a Victoria Secret model, she's a ball of sunshine. Everyone loves her, who doesn't? She's sweet, smart and beautiful. Life is not that perfect because her past kept chasing her.

The Criminal, The Viper, The Tiger, and The Genius. This is where it all begins.... meet the ragged crew that the fate of the nation rests on in W.A.R.M.T.H....coming soon to webnovel

This book is an unedited draft and serves as the foundation for a forthcoming, revised edition. No additional chapters will be added to this version. The final, edited book—whether published or in the process of publication—will be released under the same author but as a separate title. While the core story and concepts originate from this draft, characters, plot points, and details may undergo significant changes in the final version.

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The Book of Becoming — Before gods had names, before death had a meaning, Cain broke the first law. He defied Heaven, murdered his brother Abel—then resurrected him. That single act of rebellion shattered the equilibrium of creation, birthing sin, memory, and consequence. Abel returned, no longer mortal. His rebirth was incomplete, a soul rewritten by divine paradox. Now he walks the multiverse as Necros-Babel, the Almighty’s Eternal Witness, Shepherd of Endings, and Paragon of Death—the first Reaper, the shadow by which all others measure their silence. Even gods fear him, for he remembers what they have chosen to forget. Ages later, as time circles back upon itself, the Nine Ascendants rise—each embodying one fragment of the divine equation lost when Abel died: light, flame, shadow, will, void, genesis, mind, flesh, and judgment. They are not heroes. They are the unresolved ideas of gods long dead, summoned by the universe itself to restore balance to a world collapsing under the weight of its own perfection. But deep beneath the ocean floor, in the cathedral of bones that was once Eden’s foundation, Cain sleeps still—his blood crystallized into the Seal of Dominion, binding Heaven, Sea, and Void together. Should the seal fracture, his awakening will not be a resurrection but a rewrite—the unmaking of existence so it may begin again in his image. The Ascendants’ light cannot save creation without first confronting the oldest truth: to ascend, one must consume their own divinity. Each must descend into the heart of their paradox, where their virtues become their devourers, and the shadows of Cain whisper the law of all flesh—that to know God is to inherit His hunger. The final prophecy speaks of the hour when Fire meets Stillness, when the Nine stand beneath a bleeding sky and remember their mortality. In that instant, the heavens will collapse inward; time will fracture; the rivers of light will flow backward; and the sky itself will scream. And at the center of it all, Necros-Babel—Abel reborn, the first and last witness—will decide whether creation deserves to begin again… or end forever.

He had been living by walking on shards of shattered glass. Insulted, calculated, betrayed; those were the foods filling him as he grew up. As he became the one on the peak of success, the last betrayal finally killed him. When he woke up again, it was a new scenery. A loving parents, respectful servants, a luxurious home. The new world he was reborn into, was a thoroughly new experience for him. ...Hmm, but wait a second? Did Second Uncle just came over riding a flying carriage? ...Isn't the thing Aunty Xue holding is a camera? ...Is this a cultivation world or not? Where the hell does all the things from modern era came from??? Just as things couldn't become anymore confusing, a sudden word from his mother fell like a nuclear bomb. "Dearest baby son, tell mommy the truth. You're transmigrated or reborn? If you're transmigrated, which era and which country are you from? I came from year 2x1x." A/N: - Irregular update, will try for 1 per week. - A collection of short stories and drabbles. - A "what if real modern technologies meet the ancient xuanhuan" sort of situation. - Author is a single dog, but will occasionally feed marshmallows. - Please give comments! Her Highness likes positive feedback :)