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In the concrete jungles of Montego Bay, Jamaica, 14-year-old Kyle Wilson doesn’t have much—just an absent father, a worn-out pair of shoes, and a rusted rim hanging behind his rundown school. But what he does have is height, heart, and hunger. When he stumbles across basketball for the first time, a fire ignites inside him. It’s not just a game. It’s escape. Identity. A way out. Above the Rim, Below the Poverty Line is a coming-of-age sports drama that follows Kyle from the raw streets of Jamaica to the polished courts of America, and eventually to the world stage. But talent alone won't be enough. Poverty, violence, betrayal, and self-doubt lurk around every corner. This is a journey about more than basketball—it’s about survival, legacy, and the cost of chasing greatness.

Children of the Hush: Season 2 The hush should have died in fire and screams. But shadows know how to hide among roots and bones. Rafi and the braid girl thought they were free — scarred but alive — after crawling from the forest’s burning heart. They fled the hollow that swallowed lost children and turned secrets into nightmares. They carved warnings into trees. They tried to breathe like normal kids. But the hush remembers them. Deep beneath the forest floor, something festers: a pulsing nest of memories, dead kin, and broken promises. Whispers find new mouths — creatures twisted from root and dream stalk the tunnels. The hush tests Rafi’s resolve and poisons the braid girl’s sleep, feeding on fear and guilt they thought they’d left behind. To escape again, they must plunge deeper than ever before — through bone bridges, spore-choked caverns, and the mind of the hush itself. Betrayals bloom. Nightmares walk. Fire must meet root one last time. In the end, there will be ash on their tongues… or silence forever. Some forests should never be woken twice.

Two sisters are born. Ursula and Morgana. One beloved (Not really). And the other ignored and not taken seriously. Living at the very bottom of the Atlantic Ocean in an empire led by their mother, they each had their role to play. You would think being the daughters of the most feared empress in all the oceans would be fun. But alas, it wasn't always like that. They are trained to hurt and kill since childhood. But for the two sisters, it's normal. Just another chore to do. They weren't really evil. Living in the Kingdom of Atlantica has its perks. For Triton, it was meeting a certain beautiful redhead. The non-perks would be getting captured and tortured by eight-armed freaks to be used as slaves, and then having their bodies dumped in front of their kingdom. (Oh, and don't forget being abandoned since birth and dealing with a snobby purple-haired mermaid.) You think you know the story? Evil witch tricks a stupid teenager into running off with a stranger and then gets shishkabobed? Then the crazy witch's sister appears after more than 15 years later to avenge and copy her sister who tried to rule all the oceans and then tricks another stupid teenager into robbing her grandpa before getting turned into an ice cube? Ha! Fool. This is the story beyond the fathoms you think you know. I don't own many of these characters, all credit goes to the people who helped put this movie together, like Pat Caroll , Samuel E. Wright, Jodi Benson, Jason Marin, Howard Ashman, John Musker, etc. I am not an expert in marine creatures, so I'm sorry if I get things wrong. (There is violence because this is the story of two of the most infamous Disney villains, so caution is advised there could be some potentially triggering content in here. And there's some cringe on the way I'm a noob)

When 11-year-old Jamie Weaver’s sister vanishes, no one in the sleepy town of Bramble Hollow remembers she ever existed—except him. One night, drawn by a voice only he can hear, Jamie enters an abandoned tunnel beneath the town and emerges into a twisted mirror version of Bramble Hollow, where grotesque creatures roam, time fractures, and guilt becomes deadly. Jamie must survive this nightmare realm and uncover its sickening truths if he hopes to rescue his sister—and himself.

In the holy city of Asterra, the gods are worshipped above all else. Beneath its grand cathedral, however, something far older than the gods continues to breathe. Cael Veyr, a weak corpse handler from the city's lowest district, has spent his entire life buried among the dead. Powerless, forgotten, and mocked by everyone around him, he survives by carrying bodies into the endless burial chambers beneath the cathedral. Until the night the black rain falls. On that night, Cael hears a voice calling to him from deep below the earth. An ancient heartbeat begins to echo with his own, and the sealed horrors hidden beneath the holy city slowly awaken. The world believes the gods protect humanity. They are wrong. The gods are guarding a prison. As corruption spreads and monstrous truths begin crawling into the light, Cael is dragged into a path of refinement, madness, and evolution—where every gain in power comes with a terrifying cost. Because beneath the cathedral… a buried god has finally opened its eyes.

When the world’s most ambitious VRMMO launches, millions rush to claim glory on the surface. Castles rise, guilds clash, and streamers chase fame. But Cass chooses the one path no one dares. In his past life, he was too late - outpaced, abandoned, left in debt while his mother died waiting for a cure. Now, reborn five years earlier with a second chance, he dives into the depths where others see only bugs, death, and darkness. Beneath the world lies a forgotten race, endless caverns, and dangers no surface lord will ever see. There, Cass becomes the Ghost Lord, building a hidden empire from scraps, secrets, and sunlight stolen from above. While guilds wage wars on the surface, his name spreads like a rumor, then a threat, then a legend. He doesn’t need fame. He doesn’t need crowns. He needs one thing only: $10 million - the Sovereign Prize - and with it, the chance to save his mother’s life. --------------------------- Hi everyone, Pensoul here! :)) I just wanted to share that my plan is to release 5-10 chapters a week. The story is already mostly written - it just needs some proofreading - and will span around 500 chapters in total. Hope you enjoy the read!

A structural engineering team is hired to renovate an abandoned, deep-sea acoustic research station built over an ancient geological anomaly that transmits a non-human, sanity-shattering sound wave.

As the Dark comes, the chaos comes as well, yet, as He arrives, Darkness fears him, as he enrages for more with vengeance. As She continues her journey, the world is in great danger, more to the apocalypse. Hatred the powers, Her husband will never stop until he finishes his task once and for all. Until the end of his life https://www.royalroad.com/profile/348604/fictions

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In the celestial realm, a realm beyond mortal comprehension, a mysterious and noble place existed. It was a realm where ethereal beings resided, a realm where the heavens and the earth converged. Within this divine realm, a tragedy unfolded, one that would forever change the fate of a newborn baby. On a starry night, a radiant star shone brighter than all others. This star symbolized the birth of a special child, destined for greatness. As the star illuminated the heavens, a celestial ceremony commenced, celebrating the arrival of the long-awaited infant. However, fate can be both cruel and unpredictable. As the newborn boy took his first breath, a chilling wind swept through the heavens, heralding an ominous presence. The celestial beings watched in horror as the baby's life force gradually faded away, leaving his tiny body lifeless. Silence fell upon the heavens as grief and despair filled the hearts of the ethereal beings. How could such a promising life be extinguished before it had even begun? The heavens mourned the loss of this innocent soul, their sorrow echoing through the divine realm. In the midst of their mourning, a decision was made. Unable to bear witness to the tragedy any longer, the celestial beings decided to cast the baby's remains out of the heavens. They believed that by banishing his lifeless body to a distant and insignificant universe, they could shield themselves from the pain of their failure. With great sorrow, they wrapped the baby boy's body in a celestial shroud and gently placed him within a golden basket. The basket, adorned with intricate designs and ancient symbols, was imbued with a spell to guide it to its final destination. With a collective sigh, the celestial beings released the basket into the vast expanse of the heavens. Guided by an unseen force, the golden basket descended through the celestial layers. ....... .... but would such a special infant of two powerful bloodline die easily ?? find out...