fourteen

She got the eyes of the entire world! Her parents own the richest company in the entire country. Thus, she is also a world known global celebrity and a star. A mixed race kid who went to school with the sole aim of showing off her cars. Woah! even the president daughter had to look at her twice. And she is only fourteen * * * * He is the eighteen years old CEO of a gaming company, solitary and crazy wealthy. Both wealthy brats are way too young to be in a crazy feud aren't they???

Paano kung kayo ay magkakakumpitensya sa iisang unibersidad? Magkakalaban? At magkakaiba ang personalidad na ipinasok sa isang bahay upang magkaisa sa iisang layunin. May mag-aaway pa ba? May magkakasundo na ba? At may mabubuo na bang..... PAG-IBIG?

Evetta, a newborn fairy, wakes in confusion and panic upon realizing that she is no longer a human man. Her fear shifts as she explores the cozy yet unfamiliar home hidden in a forest. Thanks to the help of her secretive guard, Revus, Evetta begins to adjust to her lonely life away from her new family. She learns a new language, how to fly, and begins down the path of using the elemental axioms. Her easygoing life is thrown into chaos when she learns that humans are hunting and capturing fairies, with her guard having been targeted for several years. How will Evetta deal with the ever-growing threat of the fairy hunters, while learning about the circumstances surrounding her separation from her family?

You are my fourteen-day paradise.

I was raised for fourteen years by Nathan Hayes, a man who shared neither blood nor name with me. He treated me like the most precious little princess in his heart. Wrapped in Nathan’s tenderness, I fell helplessly, irreversibly in love with the man who claimed to be my uncle. But time after time, my sincere confessions and wholehearted devotion were met only with his distance and cold indifference. He said, “Evelyn Foster, know your place.” “If it weren’t for my old friendship with your father, James Foster, I wouldn’t care if you dropped dead out there.” In the end, I gave up, my heart completely shattered. I swore I would forget Nathan. What I didn’t know was… On the day I left, Nathan got drunk out of his mind—and cried out all the tears of his life.

Angel was just fourteen when her whole world was taken and turned upside down. Being the new girl in a new town at a new school was never easy. Especially, after being forced to move due to the passing of her father. However, when she catches the attention of the cutest guy in school moving and being new was not so bad. Angel knows little about love or the crazy things that come with loving someone. Can she maintain the relationship with Bentley Gunter, stay on track and continue to make her mother proud? Will Angel start to walk the wrong path leading to troubled waters and doors meant to stay locked? Wil the passion burning deep down inside her cost her everything? Could loving the wrong person costs more than just a broken heart?

Arjun Sharma is not a hero. He is a 27 year old government employee from Mumbai who has been waiting six weeks for his office chair to be repaired. His greatest daily challenge is whether the dhaba near his office has made fresh dal or is hiding yesterday's leftovers under extra tadka. He has never fought anyone. He has never saved anything. Once he found a lost puppy and instead of heroically returning it he filed a written complaint with the building society asking them to put up a notice. This is the man the Ancient Prophecy of the Cosmoverse has been waiting fourteen thousand years for. On a completely ordinary Tuesday morning, while crawling on his hands and knees on a Mumbai footpath looking for his cracked phone, Arjun accidentally steps backwards into a glowing turquoise portal that absolutely should not have been there and absolutely was not his fault. He falls through space, makes uncomfortable eye contact with a fish wearing a hat, and crash lands face first on a lizard-postman in an alien galaxy called the Cosmoverse. The Cosmoverse is having a terrible time right now. The Supreme Dark Overlord Malachar the Eternal has been slowly destroying galaxies for three hundred years. His army of Shadow Beasts has wiped out four civilizations. His laugh alone causes spontaneous furniture rearrangement across two solar systems. The entire Cosmoverse has been waiting desperately for the Chosen One to arrive and save them all. They were expecting someone slightly more impressive than Arjun. Unfortunately the Ancient Prophecy is very specific. Arrives through Gate Seven. Wearing the clothes of confusion. Carrying a broken seeing-stone. Smelling faintly of regret and missed breakfast. Orders the moon-broth. Twice. Arjun did all of these things. Including the moon-broth. He ordered two cups. The Prophecy Department, headed by the permanently exhausted Grix, has no choice but to declare Arjun the official Chosen One of the Cosmoverse. Arjun responds to this news by asking for the contract in writing and finding two typos in the fourteen thousand year old prophecy document within four minutes of reading it. He is then assigned a guide named Zook, whose sword is on fire for reasons nobody can fully explain including Zook, who is so excited about the arrival of the Chosen One that they crash through a window to make their entrance instead of using the door which was right there and was unlocked. Together, Arjun and Zook must travel across the Cosmoverse to find the three Ancient Keys that will unlock the only weapon capable of defeating Malachar. Their journey takes them through a kingdom run entirely by dragons who refuse to go anywhere without GPS navigation, a floating city where it rains upwards, a wizard university where no spell can be cast without submitting the correct paperwork in triplicate, and a black market where someone is trying to sell what they claim is the left shoe of a previous Chosen One for an absolutely unreasonable amount of money. Along the way Arjun discovers that the Cosmoverse's problems are somehow always slightly worse than described, that Zook's sword being on fire is actually the least concerning thing about Zook, and that Malachar the Eternal, Supreme Dark Overlord and destroyer of galaxies, has an enemy suggestion box outside his fortress because he genuinely values feedback. There is also a prophecy update nobody told anyone about. It changes everything. It also has three more typos. Arjun circles all of them. The fate of seventeen galaxies rests in the hands of a man who just wants to go home, fix his chair, find a chai stall that has ginger, and eat fresh dal. The universe, as always, has other plans...

They say nightmares fade when the morning comes. But for Ángel, the morning only proves they were real. A faint voice. A crimson dream. An orb that should not exist. From the moment he wakes in his own vomit, haunted by visions of death and ruin, Ángel realizes that his life has already been rewritten. The orbs have chosen. The game has begun. Fourteen players across the world are bound by the same curse: each granted a “gift” born not from divine mercy, but from the deepest wounds of their hearts. The orphan who longed for love. The artist whose work was never seen. The boy in the wheelchair who only wanted to walk. Desire and trauma carved into power, each twisted into something extraordinary—yet cruelly precise. But these gifts come with a price. Only a player can kill another player. And only one will stand at the end. Ángel’s gift is not strength, not speed, not fire or steel. His gift is knowledge—visions of events yet to unfold, flashes of tragedies before they strike. A power that seems like salvation… until it becomes a curse. How do you live, when you know what tomorrow holds? How do you protect those you love, when even their smallest actions are tangled in fate? Watching. Waiting. Whispering. Each player is haunted by a “guide,” a shadow-like being born from the orb itself. They do not help. They do not care. They only watch—cold, inhuman, sometimes appearing in the corner of your dreams, sometimes standing beside your bed when you wake. A reminder: you are never alone. A warning: the game never stops. Thrown into a web of paranoia, betrayal, and inevitable violence, Ángel must decide if his gift will be his weapon—or his downfall. To survive, he must learn to read not only the future, but the people around him. Every ally hides a secret. Every rival hides a wound. And somewhere in the shifting maze of fate, the line between man and god begins to blur. This is not a story of heroes. This is a story of choice, obsession, and the quiet terror of knowing too much. And above it all, the gods are watching.

The story of my life at age fourteen of lies and regret -Note this is fiction that is based on my experiences so most events are not all true

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"