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A house where those who enter, never set foot in the outside world again, for once you've gotten in, there is no such thing of getting out. *A/N: This is a story I made back in year 7 (6th grade), so I apologise in advance for how jumpy, short and cliché the storyline is. Read at your own discretion lmao.

[On HIATUS: Reworking] A writer talks, and someone listens. That’s all this was supposed to be. Sometimes it’s stories, sometimes it’s thoughts, sometimes it’s nothing but ramblings. This started when a brand new webnovel called "The World Awakening" began appearing on the recommendations of many webnovel readers. It was a story that had only just been created, and it wasn't popular or by a famous author and yet, something about it drew the attention of those who read it. Matchikawa Ito, a young college student was one of those people who came across the webnovel by chance. He had read the novel in passing without much thought, because to him the novel seemed like nothing more than a desperate attempt at reaching out to someone, anyone, to help the author learn to write. He had no idea who the author was or why they decided to start writing "The World Awakening", he definitely had no idea if the novel would ever become a proper novel or if it would just continue to be treated as a notebook or journal of some kind. Yet, he saved the novel to his library and read every update regardless of his thoughts Everytime. Maybe that's why he was the first person to notice when things weren't as they seemed, and the novel wasn't simply a trash novel by a random person on the Internet, but something more. With things becoming so chaotic, could Ito have the one means of protection in the palm of his hands?

crush..... something I have will he notice me never well I will never know maybe he will. this story about a girl having a secret crush a popular girl also has the same crush crush the popular girl ends up leaves and she secretly dates crush. will they be exposed? will people find out?..... Guys should I go into murder crime stories I've been feeling it lately. I might write a story on it just like how this one is written structure wise the short chapters. Give me your thoughts in the comments of my last chapter. I've been gone a long time but I'm back and better than ever (mini chapter for secret crush coming soon) The more comments I get on my last post the quicker you'll get it even maybe 2 mini chapter's. Instagram @webnovelstory_

Trapped in a never-ending cycle of study and stress, students are desperate for a way out. When a mysterious program emerges, promising to revolutionize the learning experience, it's like a beacon of hope in the darkness. But as they delve deeper into the program's offerings, a sense of unease creeps in. What secrets lie behind its mesmerizing promises? And what will be the true cost of embracing its power? In this gripping tale, the pursuit of academic success becomes a journey into the unknown, where the lines between progress and destruction blur. Will the students find salvation, or will they succumb to the very thing that promised to save them?

A simple meeting and a swim in the lake. What could possibly go wrong? Everything. Vanessa and Natasza are transported to another world – Caprana. One of the girls has lost her memory. Will their chance encounters be beneficial to them? Will they manage to return? You'll have to find out for yourselves.

Disaat kakimu telah mendarat di tempat itu, segala tentangmu adalah rahasia. Dan kau tidak akan bisa kembali lagi. Tempat itu cukup populer dengan misterinya. Terlebih lagi, mereka tidak menggunakan sistem pendaftaran. Mereka akan mengirim surat dengan kertas mewah dan desain yang elegan sebagai surat rekomendasi. Siapapun, tak bisa menolak surat rekomendasi itu. Karena disaat kau menolaknya, kau siap menerima konsekuensinya. "Selamat Datang.... mulai saat ini, anda hanya orang biasa...!" ucapan sambutan yang tak biasa dan terkesan kurang ajar bagi para bangsawan. Tapi tak ada yang berani protes karena ada konsekuensi yang menunggu. Tempat itu adalah, Asterisk Academia.

It's all about powers and stages....a cruel reality..

Nothing is set in stone—not time, not fate, and certainly not Death. But in Rudra's existence, one thing has remained constant: a person. In her tears and rage. In her love and hatred. Now, Rudra is determined to figure out why she was the only one who mourned his death while the rest of the world celebrated his demise—especially since they had always stood on opposite sides of the war. And her answer might be the one thing he holds most dear—the only truth that remains truly sacred. In the kingdom of Partha, power does not negotiate. It descends from the mountain, absolute and ancient, in the form of Ravaan Azhdar — the Dragon King — and his son, Prince Rudra, who inherits his father's fire and none of his patience. In his first life, Rudra did what dragons do. He wanted the Saintess of Benevia and he took her — flew across half the known world and carried Teresa Williams out of her country like a thing claimed, imprisoning her in the cursed land of Alaka for months while the kingdoms of men scrambled to respond. He was not cruel to her, exactly. He simply did not think of her as something that required particular consideration. She was leverage. She was a statement. She was, in the particular arithmetic of dragon politics, a piece on a board. He did not expect Percival Leonhart. The hero came through Alaka the way heroes do — through impossible odds and worse terrain, carrying the legendary sword of Mamon, and he killed Rudra with it. Not cleanly. Not quickly. But definitively. Rudra lay dying in the ruins of everything he had built, alone, which was no more than he deserved and he knew it, and he waited for the end with the specific resignation of a creature who has no remorse, no regret whatsoever. Then Tish appeared. Not rescued, not triumphant, not standing over him with justified contempt. She appeared the way she always moved through the world — quietly, purposefully, and in this case with her hands already reaching for him, her holy magic already trying to knit shut wounds that had no business being knittable. She was crying. She was afraid. And she was, against every law of sense and self-preservation, trying to save the dragon who had taken her from her home He didn't understand it. He asked her why, once, in the way a dying thing asks questions — without real expectation of an answer. She didn't explain. She kept healing. And then an arrow found her, from somewhere in the dark, and she died in front of him before he could — before he could what, exactly, he would spend a great deal of time not finishing that thought. Then Rudra woke up in his bed in Ashkavar. Three years before any of it happened. He lay there for a long time. Long enough for the disorientation to pass and the facts to arrange themselves into something he could examine. He had been given time back, though by what mechanism or mercy he couldn't say. The world was reset. Tish was alive somewhere in Benevia, being saintly and blessed and entirely unaware of everything that hadn't happened yet. He did not love her. He wants to be clear about that, if only to himself. He had barely known her in the first life, and what he had known he hadn't particularly liked — she was stubborn and principled and had an infuriating tendency to keep extending grace to things that hadn't earned it, chief among them apparently him. He did not miss her. He missed the answer she hadn't given him. He missed the specific shape of a question that had no other possible source of resolution. Why had she tried to save him. And for that answer, he was determined to burn everything down all over again. Trigger warning chapters (Proceed with caution): 17, 18,26,51.

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?"