heartstopper rating

(This story is going through major editing and developments. Feel free to check out my other book while waiting!) A story of an average high schooler faces basic high school struggles like boys and bullies. But what will happen once magic is involved?

[WELCOME, RIDER #404. YOUR NIGHT SHIFT HAS BEGUN.] For Rinsanga, the goal was simple: Earn ₹2 lakh for his sister's surgery. But the 'Ghost Rider App' doesn't play by human rules. The Mission: Deliver final wishes to the dead. The Reward: Massive payouts. The Penalty: 1-Star Rating = Immediate Death. From delivering burgers to skeletal remains to bringing roses to the morgue, Rinsanga is now the bridge between the living and the dead. But as the orders get darker and the ghosts get hungrier, Rinsanga realizes that in this system, the only way to win is to never fail. Can he reach the goal, or will he be erased from existence?

Hikaru a 16-year-old orphan one day finds his life bent with the plot of a mysterious game he found in his mailbox A dating sim called 'Heartstopper' with a crazy ass game difficulty setting that's worse than his past experiences Stalker, a golden-spoon young lady, tsundere, the typical girls you'll find in an eroge. He can ignore them as he pleases, but he'll face greater consequences in return. To survive, he steeled his resolve and take part in the greatest fight of his life Date or death. He needs to go out with these girls or else he'll automatically meet a bad ending and a series of death flags along the way. Whether he likes it or not, from sickness and dread, he groomed himself against these heroines of pure chaos and delight. Will he live, die, or perhaps escape this nightmare and return to the reality he longed for the most

In this book I want to put the ships of Countryhumans fandom and rating some of them

In Minato City, your soul isn't a mystery—it’s a digital rating hovering over your head. It determines your job, your rights, and your worth. ​Arata is a 0.01. In a world of gods and "Solar-Tiers," he is a rounding error. A glitch. Background noise. He spends his days as a hotel supervisor, bowing to people who could erase him with a thought and clinging to a collection of vintage "21 and Up" greeting cards just to remember what it feels like to be human. ​But a single, desperate touch during a lobby confrontation changes everything. ​A hidden yellow screen—one only Arata can see—has appeared with a simple, brutal mandate: Every time he touches a "Superior," he collects a 10% Service Fee. ​The public system still sees him as a Zero. The Aether Police can’t track him. And the arrogant elite have no idea that the man opening their car door is slowly draining their divinity. ​Arata is finally ready to stop being a decimal point. He’s taking his 10%. And he’s starting with the ones who think they’re untouchable.

While withering away in school, Lavan is informed by a nameless Deity that he and several others are soon to be transferred between worlds. Good thing he always paid attention to Deity Survival class. ----- I'll be completely honest: at the time of uploading the first chapter, this is just a pantsed isekai story partly inspired by He Who Fights With Monsters's magic system with only a few chapters, and I don't know how much more I'll write. As always, I have a general idea of where the story will go, but nothing too solid. That's just how I write. Lemme know what you like and dislike.

This is story that you never seen before

Seperti bunga Smeraldo. Terkadang kehadiranmu terlihat nyata, terkadang memang hanya fiksi belaka. 13 tahun berusaha melupakan kejadian kelam yang terjadi di bawah hujan. Namun, seolah semuanya berjalan dengan bebasnya mimpi buruk itu selalu menghantui setiap malam indah. Percaya atau tidak. Wajahmu masih teringat jelas di dalam memori kenangan, kerinduan selalu menyelimutiku yang bersorai terhadap bulan yang indah. Hingga hadirnya seseorang seolah mengatakan bahwa dirimu masih hidup. Nyatanya, semuanya tak semudah yang aku bayangkan. Kamu... Sakala. Siapa dirimu sebenarnya? Kamu atau dia yang selalu manis padaku?

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?"