beastars ellen

At nineteen, Ellen Hart is a prodigy—a scholarship winner, a genius with a future brighter than most. But her life is shattered when she is kidnapped, raped, and left broken. Nine months later, she gives birth to her rapist's son, Caesar. Overwhelmed by trauma and unable to love the child who embodies her violation, she tries to drown him in a public washroom. Daniel Adolphis, a passing businessman, stops her—and is stabbed twice for his heroism. He survives just long enough to adopt Caesar before dying from his wounds. Ellen is convicted and spends forty years in prison. At fifty-nine, she is released, a hollow shell of the brilliant girl she once was. Hours later, she dies in a sudden earthquake—or so the world believes. But death is not the end. Ellen awakens in a surreal realm, falling through impossible worlds of inverted trees, suspended swords, and suffocating fog. She encounters a ten-headed beast that swallows her whole, only to deliver her into a crimson world of blood-red roses and glass statues. There, she meets the Watcher—a mysterious, godlike figure who knows her full name, including the "Z" she never understood. The Watcher reveals that Ellen's trauma, her crime, and her survival are all connected. He offers her a choice: enter a gate to reclaim the buried truth of what happened to her, or remain frozen in ignorance forever. Ellen chooses to face the truth—whatever it may be.

The Real Hero The concrete felt colder at night. It pressed against Jay’s back, hard and unyielding, as if the city itself wanted to remind him that he didn’t belong. He pulled his jacket tighter, thin as it was, and tried to ignore the ache in his stomach—a hunger that had become as familiar as his own name. People passed by, eyes averted. Sometimes they muttered, “Get a job,” or “Why don’t you fix yourself?” as if he hadn’t tried. As if he hadn’t filled out dozens of applications, only to be told he didn’t have the right address, the right phone, the right look. As if he hadn’t stood in line at shelters, hoping for a bed, or waited at soup kitchens, hoping for a meal. He’d done everything he could. He’d swallowed his pride, asked for help, tried to keep hope alive in a world that seemed determined to snuff it out. But the system was a maze with no exit, and every door he found was locked tight. Still, every morning, Jay woke up and faced the day. He found a way to keep going, even when the weight of it all threatened to crush him. He found small reasons—a smile from a stranger, the warmth of the sun on his face, the memory of better days. He found ways to cope, ways to survive, even when survival felt like the hardest thing in the world. People judged him for how he coped, for the choices he made just to get through another day. But they didn’t see the courage it took to keep trying, to keep breathing, to keep living in a world that seemed to have no place for him. At the end of the day, Jay knew the truth: The real heroes weren’t the ones with money or power, the ones who looked away and pretended not to see. The real heroes were the ones who kept going, who kept fighting, who refused to give up, even when they had nothing left. And then, something changed. Jay started sharing his story with others who were struggling, not just with words but with actions—offering a blanket, a kind word, a moment of understanding. He showed that real kindness wasn’t about a camera or a headline; it was about seeing people, really seeing them, and caring enough to act. His message spread, one person at a time, creating a chain reaction of genuine kindness and care. People started helping each other, not for applause, not for a show, but because they finally understood what it meant to be human. Jay couldn’t help but think of all the so-called “kindness” he’d seen on TV, the staged generosity and choreographed smiles. Ellen DeGeneres, for example—did you ever stop and think maybe your show got canceled because the world needs real change, not just reel change? Maybe people are finally waking up to the fact that what we need isn’t a feel-good segment, but a movement of real compassion. As Jay watched the city lights flicker in the darkness, he realized that surviving wasn’t about fixing himself. It was about refusing to be broken by a world that didn’t care, and about inspiring others to do the same. It was about holding on, no matter what, and finding hope in the smallest of things—and in each other. That, he decided, was what it really meant to be alive. He can't afford to pay attention... and he did, what's your excuse?! it's not about who you help Ellen you've helped so many people right? who did you ignore!? and yet I'm called crazy you claim you want to help people but then the people who actually need your help you avoid at the request of people you don't even question y!!! wh

Five centuries have passed, and the world around me has changed. Everyone I've ever known has left. Yet, I remain, frozen in youth. No gray hair, no wrinkles, no sign of aging. Is this a blessing or a curse? I couldn’t tell,I couldn’t figure it out.I couldn’t find answers. That is, until Maren, a mysterious young woman with secrets of her own, enters my life and unravels the mystery that has haunted me for so long.

Not every damsel in distress need a knight in shining armor. Sometimes is the other way round. A scorching flame of kindness led to the smelting of cold ice heart to a moulded heart of love This is not a bedtime fairytale book we all know, behind a facade there's love , beneath a beast there's love. What if two different lies come together ? What if one mistake leads to storm ? An unforgettable one

"Do females fly??" "What?!!! I've never seen one." Parrick said with a frown. "Then why...." he said nonchalantly pointing to the sky where a female was descending at a super sonic speed with a loud scream on the top of her lungs. Parrick gaped at the sky in disbelief. The female clearly had no wings...so how come she was up there! Also...there were no flying beastmen settlements from where the female came from!!! "Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" the female screamed falling from such a high altitude and her scream died down the next minute. "My Lord ...we didn't save her!!!!!" Parrick gaped in utter shock and disbelief. "Her scream surely attracted a number of other males. They'll go rescue her...and you too can go if you badly want to." "Huh!!!!!" Parrick was dumbfounded. "Look!" he said and indeed a group of flying beastmen and other land beastmen were sprinting to the direction the female had fall in. Sydney is swept away by a tornado and is thrown into a different space. She's confused as to why she came to this weird world but she accepts her fate. The people here are half human half beasts and despite being an independent woman back on earth, here she needs a male to survive but not just one.... multiple males. -One male is younger than her -The other is literally a walking legend -Another is venomous, even from mere skin contact. -The other is a hard specimen to understand -Her last male is a walking disaster! Cover design doesn't belong to me. Credit to original owners. Hello guys! It's your beloved author. This is a link to those interested in joining the WhatsApp chat group for litto-ways ♥️. I hope to find you there, in my little world. https://chat.whatsapp.com/GhoWIDjjK4E6ezWDwJ870k

When Krisslyn, a senior in high school, decides that being pretty and popular isn't all that it's made out to be, she chooses to go back to looking and acting of her old, average self. All of a sudden, a surprising turn of events leads Krisslyn to believe she does not belong in the place she once called home.

Bean

She is beautiful, fast, and smart. She has beautiful eyes, an adorable voice, and Alex loves everything about her, sadly fate says she is her enemy. Then how about Alex's feelings?

I hate you I love you does it'll end because of unexpected surprise?

beautiful but dangerous a life full of danger, love, lust, and more growing up is not easy when you're a werewolf seeking protection in the cruel human world.