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The African women of Dawanda has always known suffering, they are born to work , and work they did. They begin their hard work as toddlers in their father's houses then proceeded to continue the labour in the houses of the men they are sold to as their husbands. In this kingdom, these women are considered nameless because only the priest has the right to name a child, as is the custom of Dawanda, but the naming of a girl child is left to their mothers who is either too depressed or too bitter by her situation to name her child properly and rather call her anything for the sake of identification, but what does it matter anyway? the name is given by a nameless and not a priest therefore it is not acknowledged. So whatever the mothers call their children,they are still nameless in the eyes of the men that solely enjoy the privilege of a name. it was in this dark era that Zimuzodinma was born, a promised child that was destined to altar and change the fate of women of Dawanda kingdom forever. Zim as she's called by many was born in the oddest circumstances that the people termed evil, but she was anything but evil. she was born to parents who adores her which was never heard of. loved dearly by her cousin,her destined protector ,who would do just about anything to make her happy, fight anyone to keep her safe . will Zim be able to step beyond the known and defile the norm in Dawanda to set the pace for a new generation of honored women in her kingdom..... ? join me as we journey into the birth and life of Zim of Dawanda to find out.

Layfon Drogo had the potential to be an interesting villain of a story. But the writer discarded him as a tutorial enemy that any no name mob could have been...Now we're here. Being chosen as an Invader, we are bestowed the means and power to change this world. Whether we help it or watch it burn is our decision. Watch as we create and build our Dungeon to take over two worlds and amass our own harem of beauties along the way. What should have been the MC, we will take! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX This story was originally called 'World of Alber'. I greatly enjoy my stories and will never drop them. However, I have to admit, this one was a little too slow paced. The idea was for it to be an experiment in slow building a story from the ground up. The problem is, while I enjoyed writing it, I want others to be able to enjoy it too. Plus, once we got to the village stage, I realized the plot was a little lack luster. So, I reinvented the story into something a little more fast-passed and interesting. I still intend to maintain the kingdom building, dungeons, summons, and other aspects that made up the core of Alber, but with an overall different plot/more developed plot. For anyone interested in the original, I have it saved in the auxiliary chapters and would love feedback. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX If you like what I do and want to support me, I have both a ko-fi and Patreon account. No paywalls, just something for people to help support a guy that likes writing. Can also be used to make requests for a particular story or that I devote more of my free time to a specific story. They’re pretty barebones right now; so, advice and tips would be appreciated. https://ko-fi.com/nevermore101 https://patreon.com/Nevermore101 I’m also on other sites where I post stories. Although I cross post most of it, I do keep some stuff exclusively to one site or another. If you want to check out different works by me, come check me out over on Archive of Our Own and Archive of Our Own and fiction.live. "https://archiveofourown.org/users/Nevermore101" “https://fiction.live/user/nevermore101” If you wanna talk to me directly, I have a Discord: (link pending, but I have the same username)

poetry and poems by me:))

Lydia Ashworth is a perfectly ordinary third-year student at the Royal Institute— unless you count the months-long sense of suffocating pressure, the creeping paranoia, and the divine voices whispering in her skull. Her professors say she’s stressed. Her classmates say she needs sleep. Her gods say she’s been chosen. None of them know the half of it. When an anonymous package delivers impossible binding manuals and a war journal from a conflict nobody remembers, Lydia’s quiet academic life detonates. Hidden histories surface. Divine forces circle. And someone—someone powerful—has turned her entire hometown into a covertly fortified safe zone. There’s only one person who seems strangely unsurprised: Professor David Griffin, the world’s dullest lecturer. Behind his wire-rimmed spectacles and monotone voice hides a being who once shattered realities, bound cosmic monsters, and walked away from a war that cost entire dimensions. He’s spent fifteen years pretending to be mediocre. It was peaceful while it lasted. Now the entities he once imprisoned—the Precursors, artists who sculpt suffering across galaxies—are waking, whispering their way into London’s creative minds. Musicians cry while composing masterpieces. Philosophers dream of exquisite agony. Reality itself is beginning to warp toward their aesthetic. The gods have chosen Lydia to stand against them. Griffin has chosen Lydia because she thinks differently. The Precursors have chosen Lydia for reasons of their own. She is the center of a cosmic chess match she never asked to play. And her mentor may be as dangerous as the monsters he once defeated. As ancient bindings strain and divine whispers escalate, Lydia must decide whether to trust the gods who chose her, the professor who terrifies her, or herself—while the world is quietly rearranged into the opening strokes of someone else’s masterpiece. Knowledge is power. Power is dangerous. And some lessons should never have been learned.

Being raped at a young age made Aeris ISOLATED herself from others. She knew she was betrayed from the only person she trust but ignored it to lessen the pain. She knew everything but never said a thing. Instead of complaining, Aeris never talk about herself. Having PISTANTOPHOBIA is not easy for her. Bearing the fact that she's afraid of trusting people again.Her only cousin and so called BFF died 3 years ago. Khathryn, killed herself and as a punishment for her sin, she became a WANDERING GHOST until she can find a way to afterlife. Her soul was sealed by the GRIM REAPER and in order to take it back and go to afterlife, she must carry a mission. ⛔️ WHAT DO YOU THINK IS THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN THE TWO? ⛔WHAT DO YOU THINK WILL HAPPEN IF THE ISOLATED GIRL MEETS THE WANDERING GHOST? Let us open the book of life, of both young souls who got played by destiny, From family to strangers to comrades....Join me to unbosom both of their chapters that got folded by fate.......

GERMAN LANGUAGE ONLY Sorry for you, dear Englisch speaking reader, but this novel is written in German language, because of my German heritage and my bad English writing skills. If you able to understand German you can enjoy a story I´m writing about a group of misfits of an japanese high school in Osaka, which are forced to found a club to learn socially desirable behavior and maybe create their own unique bond of freindship. It focus the German-Japanese student Benji, who has traveled from Cologne Germany to Osaka Japan to be with his new family of his mother and to face the strange new world of Japan. Not only the other culture seems to be a challenge for him, because he also meets many new individuals, besides to his stepsister Haruka, who turn his life upside down and he turns their ones.

England, 1067. The Normans have successfully invaded England, and now they’re marking out their territory.<br><br>That includes marking Dove as their property.<br><br>To save their lands from being snatched from them, her parents have sworn fealty to their new landlord, Richard of Gascony. Part of that also includes offering their maiden daughter as Richard’s wife.<br><br>Dove doesn’t want anything to do with the marriage, even if the handsome Norman nobleman makes her feel desires she never knew existed. And the night they marry, Richard shows her how to follow her desires ...

Lilah Daza. The youngest Filipino Fashion Designers have been chasing after success even when she was in college. She is devoted to her career to the point that she doesn't know how to value a romantic relationship. She was once sure that she didn't love her ex-boyfriend and that was the reason why she decided to break up with him. She thought that letting go of the man whom she doesn't need in her life was the best decision she ever made. But the moment she saw her ex-lover with someone she hates, she started to feel unusual and unfamiliar emotions. Jealous. Disappointment. Desperation. And that's all because of Alester Hernandez, the guy she once breaks into pieces but later on, she realizes that she truly loves him. That's when she decided to get him back no matter how hard it will be. That is kinda embarrassing for her and will stamp her ego but she'll just consider it as aesthetic karma of her for being stupid and ambitious.

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?"

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"