fractured sleep

It all began with a poor orphan who would work every day for long hours to pay for his Aunt's medical bills. When his life begins to fall apart and he is homeless sleeping in an alleyway he hears a robotic voice. {Do you wish to integrate with the Dungeon System} "Yes" he answers, without much to lose. And from then his life had never been the same. He was taken into a dungeon each night to hunt and he began to realise just how little he really knew about the world that was much wider than he thought. Discord Server: https://discord.gg/TtnGfdKanr Note: I do not own cover art

After a tragic car crash, a devoted father awakens not in a hospital—but in a dark forest under twin moons. Disoriented and alone, he must fight for survival in a brutal fantasy world that feels as real as the pain in his body. Armed only with his instincts and makeshift weapons, he begins a desperate journey to understand this strange realm and find a way home. Come join and see his adventures that includes over the top divine humor, action packed scenes, romance, and life changing events that any person may relate to. Follow his progression to the top, only to lead him to his failures, and facing the tragedies.

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

Mimpi yang aneh mendatangi Honey di sebuah malam yang dingin. Membuatnya bertemu dengan sesosok mahluk misterius dengan wajah rupawan yang mengaku sebagai seorang vampir. Dia pikir bunga tidur itu akan berlalu begitu dirinya membuka mata. Namun siapa sangka, mahluk itu malah mengikutinya ke alam nyata. Menawarkan pertemanan yang tak biasa di antara mereka. Namun itu baru permulaan. Karena setelah si vampir yang bernama Night itu hadir, banyak hal tak terduga dan tak masuk akal yang mulai terjadi di kehidupan Honey. Membuatnya harus berjuang mati-matian untuk sebuah misi rahasia yang dibawa oleh Night. Misi rahasia seperti apa? Temukan jawabannya di dalam cerita.

16 years ago, Miguel Ray, a 26-year-old NEET from a cushy background, was reborn in a new world. He was born Tibaut Agirow into a noble family and had no problem with a noble's life, especially with the cushiness and comfort that came with it. But after a traumatic event that happened twelve years after his birth, he was forced to leave his home nation. Four years after his exit, he meets a blonde-haired woman who would permanently change the course of his new life and unintentionally bring him to answers, some he never knew he wanted, as well as indescribable pains. But unbeknownst to him, these events were an unforeseen consequence of a single God's actions.

[*Author's Note*: I'm currently editing some chapters of this story. They will be available soon. Thank you for reading and for your patience.] Ryder turned his back on Thea, blinded by lies that shattered their bond. Years later, fate brings them face-to-face—her world in ruins, his heart hardened, and a fiancée by his side. “I don’t want to see you again..” he says, but shadows of a dark secret threaten to unravel everything. The boy she once knew is gone, replaced by a man consumed by bitterness. Will truth set them free, or bury their past forever? --- This Novel is not translated but an original work written by author Audenzia_16.

A princess in a fantasy world, shackled by restrictive rules of the castle, had sought nothing but freedom. She found it in the end. It was death. However, the princess had found herself waking up in a body of Devon Lin. A twenty-five-year-old aspiring author living a double-life struggling to write stories at day and a contracted sleeping buddy at night? Meet Lewis Qin. Fame, looks, wealth, and power. He has it all. However, not known to many, Lewis had a severe sleeping problem. Until he met her… Can the princess finally find the freedom she sought? Or was the contract that binds her with him was just another shackle she must break free? Would he fall asleep? Or fall in love? Watch as these two try to make ends meet, find their place and purpose in this vast world.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Dragons, who existed even before the birth of human civilization, became the guardian dragons of the empire. But I don't care what you all call me, I'm going to sleep. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Special Tags: Gender Bender

WARNING: EXPLICIT SMUT, GORY VIOLENCE, PSYCHOLOGICAL DARKNESS, AND MORALLY GREY CHARACTERS. He died in a woman’s arms. Poisoned by the only person he chose not to doubt. Alexander Sterling learned his final lesson too late. Trust is a luxury. Intimacy is a weapon. He wakes inside a fantasy academy game he barely played. Not as the chosen hero. Not as the hidden royal heir. But as Damon Valecrest , The Duke’s son… and the villain destined to be crushed beneath the protagonist’s rise. The problem? He never finished the game. He doesn’t know the plot. He doesn’t know who betrays whom. He doesn’t know the limits of his own Resonance. And in this empire, power isn’t just forged in battle— It’s traded in bedrooms. Whispered behind masks. Sealed through bodies and blood. A fallen heir prepares to reclaim the throne. A weeping executioner paints ballrooms red. Noble houses scheme beneath silk and candlelight. Breaches tear reality open without warning. The righteous fight for justice. The clever fight for survival. But Damon Valecrest? He fights to control the board. This world expected a villain to fall. Instead, It inherited a man who has already died once for trusting the wrong person. Character Illustrations : https://fcibtav.carrd.co/ Discord Link : https://discord.gg/JMP6mX5V6J

What happens when fantasy meets reality? Alex, a college student and regional MMA fighter, witnesses civilization's death as a fantastical apocalypse befalls the Earth. With a lack of electricity and a rapidly changing world, humans find themselves relying on a mysterious RPG-like system to combat the various monsters who have found themselves vying for supremacy with the native humans over this Fractured World.