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Shen Hua, the daughter of the Shen family that ran an embroidery business in Fengzhou, was pampered since she was a child. She had a pretty face and smooth, fair skin. Unfortunately, her body was weak, and she'd run out of breath after walking merely a few steps. She didn't have very long to live. The Shen family gradually faced its downfall, and her wedding was delayed again and again. Cui Yun, the eldest son of the Cui family, was a noble and stern man. He was entrusted to look after Shen Hua. Why not just marry her? He thought. Since Shen Hua reincarnated, she had focused all her attention on the embroidery business. She hoped to change her life and regain her former glory. When she heard about Cui Yun's decision to marry her, she fainted on the spot. After waking up, she turned him down with tears in her eyes. "I don't have very long to live. I don't want to waste your time." Cui Yun was very considerate. "It's not a big deal. I know you feel touched, but there's no need to cry. Since you already depend on the Cui family, you might as well just become part of us. After you die from your sickness, I'll even hold a grand funeral for you." Shen Hua felt hopeless. But I'm only pretending to be sick! *** Cui Yun had many younger female cousins. Many of them had confessed their feelings for him, but he turned all of them down nonchalantly. "It's getting late. Please look after yourself." Shen Hua had never met such a clueless man when it came to romance. One night, while she was on her way home, she took a shortcut and passed by the Cui family's courtyard. Cui Yun stopped her. He was standing near the entrance, and his sleeves danced to the wind. "It's cold outside. Would you like to come in and stay for a while?"

Humans, Werewolves and Vampires signed a truce hundreds of years ago since the last war of 2000 that left them almost extinct. They attend schools together, work in the same places, have joint ceremonies. What the elders doesn’t permit is intermarriage, it’s a forbidden relationship. On their eighteenth birthday, a tattoo Mark of either their helper, mate or half soul emerge on their bodies each the exact replica of the other, the tattoos are sacred since it’s only two people that shares the unique mark. What will happen when a human prince gets two different marks the morning of his eighteenth birthday?, Read to find out!!!!

Mu Qingyun, once known as the most eligible bachelor in Beijing, has been reborn—not just into modern times, but straight into an interstellar world. Her new fate begins miserably. Though a true-born princess of the empire, her identity was stolen by a fake who took her place for years. When the truth came out, her biological parents still looked down on her, even saying, “Don’t come back and disgrace the royal family.” Thrown into the wilderness trial of the interstellar military academy, Mu Qingyun was immediately hated by the entire network for challenging the fake princess on the very first day. But Mu Qingyun couldn’t care less. With fire abilities surging in her right hand and a rare plant-based ability blooming in her left, she cut through enemies on the island, shielded her teammates in the ruins, and rose above all with unparalleled mental strength. With a single decisive act, she turned the tide and shocked the entire interstellar realm—becoming a viral sensation. Then, one day, her disguise slipped. The truth exploded across the networks: What?! This garbage star citizen is that powerful? And she has dual abilities?! Wait—this handsome guy is actually a girl?! No way—that’s the real imperial princess?! Meanwhile, Mu Qingyun just sneered at the man who had always played the weakling in front of her. “So the so-called ‘top commander of the military academy’ was just the fragile little chick on our team? You really do know how to act.”

This charming romcom follows Sam, an engineering student, who has a tendency to overthink everything in his life. One evening, he meets Mahiru, a book-loving girl at a cozy café, and they strike up a conversation that turns into a series of unexpected "coincidental" meetings. As they grow closer, Sam finds himself falling for her, but his fear of ruining their budding friendship holds him back from confessing his feelings. Through their time together, Sam learns to open up about his uncertainties, while Mahiru encourages him to embrace life's spontaneity. Eventually, Sam gathers the courage to confess his love, and Mahiru, with a playful grin, reveals that she feels the same way. Their relationship blossoms, filled with laughter, teasing, and shared moments of joy. Their love story is simple yet real, marked by the little things that make their bond unique. It’s a tale of learning to let go, embrace imperfections, and cherish the moments that make life meaningful.

***Warning!!! : My Novel writing style is characterized by poetic narration, rich metaphors, and highly detailed descriptions.*** ------------------------------------------------------------------------- In a world scarred by existential wounds and fractured memories, Fitran Fate is one of the few who still clings to his own will. Yet his destiny is bound to an ancient mystery hidden deep within the roots of the Tree of Life—and to the name of a woman he can never truly forget: Rinoa Alfrenzo. Rinoa, the heiress of House Alfrenzo from the Gaia nation, harbors a secret that even the gods cannot unravel. Her very existence bears witness to the world’s forgotten history, serving as a bridge between past and future, and as the key to a spiral of memories that refuse to be buried. As great powers—humans, angels, and void entities—clash to seize control over the roots of reality, Fitran and Rinoa find themselves caught in an endless war of meaning, betrayal, and the search for the origin of love and identity. Throughout his journey, Fitran faces immortal beings, ancient sorcerers, and god-forged machines created to seal away humanity’s sins. He navigates labyrinths built on incomplete logic, challenges the power of the Gödelian Curse, and traverses the ruins of the ancient machine city to awaken the world’s last hope: Deus Ex Machina. Meanwhile, Rinoa battles the curse of memory, hunted by Earth, Gaia, and entities from beyond—all in order to protect the fragments of names threatened with erasure from history. Yet the deeper they descend into the spiral of remembrance, the more they realize that memories and wounds are two sides of the same truth. Their love is tested by sacrifice, betrayal, and eternal loss. In the climactic battle against the Voidwright—the entity that rejects all meaning—Fitran and Rinoa must choose: accept oblivion as the end, or rewrite the world’s meaning with the ink of their own memory. As the roots of the Tree of Life crack and the gods intervene, the final question emerges: Can love endure in a world where even one’s own name cannot be remembered? Memory of Heaven is a dark fantasy epic about meaning, loss, and memory—a tale where every remembrance might be the key to heaven, or the beginning of everlasting ruin.

It all started when Baek Seungho rejected Shiro’s novel and told him to revise it. The next thing he knew, he woke up inside that very story, but as the villain’s brother, Baek Haemin. He wanted to ride on the novel’s hero’s coattails but there’s one huge problem: His new body belongs to a stalker obsessed with that same hero! Now, Baek Haemin, previously as Baek Seungho, has to survive a world filled with system, monsters, dungeons, and the hero’s utter disgust for him.

After three years of marriage, Evelyn finally got pregnant. She thought it would be the happiest day of her life until her own husband’s hands pushed into hell her. Evelyn went to the company to inform Alain about her pregnancy, only to be met with the sight of him having sex with his secretary. Alain had betrayed her. “Let’s get a divorce,” he said, the three years of affection crushed like worthless paper. He showed no shame as he continued his affair right in front of her, under the guise of nakedness. “Fine,” Evelyn agreed. She looked proud and aloof. She swallowed the news of her pregnancy, holding it tight in her throat without uttering a word. But as she turned away, she burst into tears. She returned home, prepared the divorce papers, signed them, packed her belongings, and left. But on the way, Evelyn fainted because of her foetal derangement. A kind man took her to the hospital and left her with a beautiful wish. Other than that, she knew nothing about him. Five years later, Evelyn had a successful career and a peaceful life with her young son - Dennis. But one day, her son brought a strange man home, none other than Alain! Evelyn was stunned. Her ex-husband had returned, shamelessly begging her for forgiveness, wanting to regain her and Dennis. He wanted her to come back to him. But Evelyn didn’t agree. Despite Alain’s coercion, she refused. And at that moment, “he” suddenly appeared, unexpectedly and silently as he did five years ago. He pulled her up from the depths and slapped her ex-husband directly in the face with one sentence: “You’re not worthy of her.” ... Umee: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

“You won’t mind if I kill you right here and there right?” After she finished writing her book, she rested, but she then woke up as Ariana Rose Florence, a non-existent character of the story that she created and the sister of the male lead, who was abandoned since birth, isolated from the main family, she then accepted her fate as she didn’t want to ruin the storyline and became an author, and made headlines in the newspapers around the world, because of her stories but mostly because of her true identity, as she only uses her pen name, as Ria But her life made a drastic turn when she turned 18, her father, the Duke of Florence suddenly dragged her back to the capital and had to act as the Young Lady of Florence, She then doubted whether the story she had written, would follow the storyline when Magic did not exist, outside of her home back in the village, As she acts as the Young Lady of Florence, she needs to hide her double identity, as well as her secret as a magical being, but also try to know what curse she had, and why was she suddenly summoned back to the capital, and why her looks are different compared to her other family, but also avoiding some marriage proposal that every young bachelor would offer her, She also needs to know why she was abandoned and what curse she has, while also being in a love-and-hate relationship with a fellow cursed individual, Prince Luke, who has an extreme distrust of her being Ria, while teasing her as Ariana, Join Ariana in her journey in her new life that was given to her, would she have the happy ending she deserves? Would she be able to return to her world? Or would she stay and live happily ever after with the one she loves?

"I survived the crash that took everything from me. But I didn't know the shadows were still following." Alicia Mendes is an architect who builds dreams for others while living in a silent nightmare. Haunted by the hazy memory of a golden sunset and a tragic explosion that stole her parents, her only reason to keep going is Léo, her six-year-old brother fighting for his life against leukemia. She is alone, broken, and desperate—until a chance encounter in the rain changes everything. Arthur Carter is a man of glass and steel. As a billionaire CEO, he has the world at his feet but carries a soul scarred by a dark past. After being a victim of a brutal crime in his youth, he vowed never to let a woman get close enough to hurt him again. He is cold, solitary, and untouchable. But when he sees Alicia—first as a stranger showing kindness to a stray animal, then as a grieving sister in a hospital hallway—his icy walls begin to crumble. As their worlds collide in the high-stakes corridors of Carter Corp, a deep, healing bond begins to form. But with Léo’s life hanging by a thread and Arthur’s old demons resurfacing, can two fragmented souls find a way to build a future? Or will the shadows of their pasts finally consume the light they’ve found in each other? A story of sacrifice, healing, and a love that proves some fragments are meant to be put back together.

Ravaged and desolate, the Old World perished beneath the polluted sky. Radiation and infestation plagued the Earth all while a mere fraction of the human population remained. Of that rapidly diminishing population, a man approaching his thirties found himself entangled with Earth's current "War Lords" -- a pathetic bunch of insecure men who dominate what remains of the blue planet. Thrown into one of the prisons, Cain is ruthlessly prodded and experimented on. Subjected to radiation, gene altercation, and given various poisons and toxins alongside a slew of potential antidotes to match -- Cain became the War Lord’s guinea pig. Only after satisfying their voracious greed for revenge did the War Lord’s finally grant Cain some semblance of mercy. Strapped to a metal chair with a thick steel collar hung around his throat, Cain prepared himself for death. While his body slowly melted underneath the heat of one of the War Lord’s new experimental serums, an unfamiliar women’s voice called out to Cain. Summoned by a random girl in another world, she calls Cain a demon. “Demon?” Cain questions. But then it hits him — he’s been reborn and summoned. It’s a two-for-one special! *** Follow along Cain's rebirth and his unfortunate summoning into another world filled with trials, tribulations, and tragedy all composed by yours truly, thelostboy. Side note: I've tried this writing thing before and it's a lot more taxing than I was expecting. Rather than continue my old story that I fell out of love with, I figured it would be all-around more enjoyable for myself and my readers to create something I'm newly passionate about than return to shallow waters. Also also, once I get into a writing rhythm again I plan on creating a Patreon for early access chapters, I've decided not to Contract this novel for the more respectable, mature approach -- begging. May we pray I write something good.