depression and remorse

I'd read hundreds of fantasy novels, and nothing could have prepared me for what would happen next. Hell I didn't even fully remember selecting this class that pretty much guaranteed my death. I mean what kind of lunatic would choose one of the classes that had the lowest chance of survival in the early parts of this whole mess? I just picked it out of tired curiosity since I'd always wanted a pet dragon even now as an adult. How the hell was I going to survive if my current chance of survival was 1%? Sure I was highly compatible with my class, but that didn't mean shit when my reward for that was having to kill 5000 monsters to prove I was worthy of hatching this dragon egg.

Plot Overview: Five years after fleeing the suffocating silence of Hazeldene Hall and its master, Julian Thorne, Elara Vance is summoned back by a cryptic letter. She returns to a house in active decay, consumed by the strange phenomenon known only as "the Dust," and to a man who has become a ghost in his own home. Julian, more granite than man, is a fortress of repressed grief, haunted by the devastating loss of his first wife and son—a tragedy that predated Elara and which he has meticulously entombed within himself. Their own shared history is marred by a second loss: the death of their unborn child, which precipitated Elara's flight and cemented Julian's retreat into emotional solitude. Their reunion is a battle of silent wills. Elara, armed with a newfound resilience, begins to gently challenge the neglect that plagues both the estate and its master. Through discovered journal fragments and a hidden portrait, she uncovers the brutal anatomy of Julian's long-buried trauma. The narrative unfolds not with dramatic confrontations, but through tense, quiet moments—a shared effort to patch a storm-damaged roof, a silent meal, a fleeting touch—that slowly fracture Julian's defenses. The central conflict is not whether they can rekindle a lost love, but whether they can jointly dismantle the fortresses they have each built around their grief. Julian must learn that love is not a failure of protection, but a shared burden. Elara must decide if the man emerging from the ruins of his past is worth the risk of a future heartbreak.

"Recently, the Demon Lord's army has started to grow back into what it used to be back in the day. At this rate, it won't be long before they have enough firepower to take over the continent!" "Commander! Please let us charge towards his castle!" "Silence! Doing so would only feed him more bodies to reanimate! We wait for reinforcement from the kingdom before we move!" The atmosphere around the camps was tense and fearful. All it needed was one small flap of a butterfly wing, and that would cause the soldiers around to lose their feet and fall down in despair at their predicament. The frontline has always been cruel to them. Every day, more and more casualties rise in numbers, more families back home mourn for their loss, and more tears are shed across the kingdom. But they never waver. If it weren't for them holding the Demon Lord's army in check at the front line, then their family would be the next victim. All the soldiers hold the same mindset in their minds; none were willing to just wait for their death to arrive, knocking on their door. With how aggressive the monsters have been getting recently, it's getting harder and harder to stand their ground. With the lack of logistic support due to it being intercepted by the Demon Lord's army, their food reserves are running out. It was only a matter of time before they either succumbed to becoming nutrients for the monsters or they themselves lacked the nutrients to keep going. It was at this critical moment that everyone on the battlefield felt the divine aura that had been suppressed all this time under everyone's eyes. Silence ensued as a white-haired girl walked towards the commander. The soldier's gaze followed that figure with a precise gaze. "Receiving the Kingdom's call, I have arrived to support the front line against the monsters ravaging the land." The soft voice echoed. Although it was said in a low tone, almost everyone heard it due to the lack of any other sound. The commander fell to his knees, followed by the soldiers in unison. "We greet the Saintess!" "...Please show me the way to the injured." --- With the support of the Saintess on the battlefield, the Kingdom was able to crush the Demon Lord's army against all odds. When the Saintess returned from the battlefield, a massive banquet had been prepared in advance. Yet, she herself never attended it. --- Back in her own room, Saintess Cecilia rubbed her own arms, her body shivering in pleasure and satisfaction. "Heh... Hng...! What a good harvest that was~" In a tone that was unbefitting of her status, she lay on the bed, her heart pounding as she reminisced about the battlefield. "Pain, pain, pain, pain... It was very painful! Extremely painful!" She muttered to herself, not minding the fact that anyone could be listening in, as she had already put out a sound barrier around the room. "It felt so good...!" Her pupils turned to heart as she looked at her own hands. "...Heh, another session wouldn't hurt, right?" She grabbed her finger, holding it in a way that seemed unnatural. Then, she put some force into them and... CRACK "Hng~!" Then, another. "Ah~! And another. "Ung~!" It was another day of feeding her masochistic tendency. --- A book that I'd be writing every day from now on to build discipline. Sorry if the quality drops at any point. (Minimum 1500 words per chapter)

Noah and Yuri awaken in a desolate, post-apocalyptic Tokyo, surrounded by ruined buildings and an eerie silence. With no memory of the past or knowledge of how they arrived, they struggle to survive in this hostile environment. As they scavenge for food and seek shelter, they uncover a diary revealing that they are 500 years in the future. The weight of this revelation strains their relationship, leading to a heart-wrenching confrontation. Amidst Noah's mental breakdown and Yuri's physical exhaustion, they slowly rebuild their bond, finding solace in each other. However, their fragile peace is shattered by a devastating flood that separates them. Alone and disoriented, Noah and Yuri must navigate new challenges and harsh conditions, driven by the hope of reuniting. Amidst the ruins of civilization, they cling to the belief that together, they can overcome the darkest of times.

Loyalty? Prestige? Love? You won't find them in this world, as the two races stood upon the apex of Manicheism (This world) Mune (Magical Girls) who swore to the light and Luren (Vampires) who swore to the dark. Audyui must now choose, who will she fight for? What will be the end of her journey? With her empathy and hatred for this world, will she ever find salvation to her emotions? Spoiler: She f***** despise the two races. The First Novel by SnowCrow (Have mercy on thee), any feedback would be appeciated ^.^

In a bleak world not much different than our own, a lone and tragic college student is gifted with an ability designed against the ways of society. Rowen Reed is an empath in a world where emotions are ignored and behaviors are morphed into physical monstrosities. When the future of humanity is being pulled between armies of tormented souls and demons it will be Rowen and his fellow geek Max caught in the middle.

The Garden of Remorse Destiny, fate, the threads tangled on the vastness of these concepts is mysterious the same mystery applied to our main characters as they played into the hands of mysteries to become enemies to betrayals to hatred to lovers is this the play of fate or is it the play of love atlast all that's left is... The Remorse that this life could've been different if not for themselves

My daughter committed suicide due to Depression. Reading her diary, I learned she had been PUA'd by an A-lister. She got pregnant, but the A-lister told her. To love him was to have an abortion for him. After my daughter had the abortion, the A-lister's mother instead turned on her. "So vile, does your mother know?" "A daughter with no self-respect really deserves to die."

In a world where everyone is defined by their adjectives, Vivian struggles to reach her full potential as a person, as she battles both depression and anxiety. But it all changes when she meets Manic Vic, a happy-go-lucky psychopath, and the students at Uni-port, who change her views on life and make her see it from a different angle. But even nice things don't last as there are others within the college who pray for her failure, bundled with the supernatural activities and mind-breaking mysteries that seem to come and go.

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?"