sofie beatrix

Sofie lived in a little village on a island called the scorching sun island , she grew up admiring her kind and beautiful big sister, who was also a strong and talented cultivator. Five years passed since her big sister entered the scorching sun sect and Sofie had not seen her a lot over the years. Seeing the same sect as her sister visit her village to recruit new disciples. Sofie took this chance to join the sect, thus beginning her journey on the path of culti- fluffiness. Sofie will cuddle all the fluffy things that get in her way. Be it demon beast or legendary monsters. None shall escape. A more light take on the cultivation world so far. (Honestly just wanted more fluff than fighting all the time... Mostly slice of life at the moment) ### Release rate: no release rate for now, should get one soon :d I have a new style of writing from chapter 45 and onward. Personally think it is better and hope others do as well :) ### Goal: Being able to have a stable release :p

The sound of guns... The darkness... The smoke... Then, oblivion. Everyday, I am haunted by my nightmares. Everytime the thunder roll and lightning strikes, I shivered. Looking outside my window, I am writing my daily journal and poetry today... To release all the pains and tensions from my past. And I wrote.. December 18, 1980 Myshkin, Russia My beloved, Have you ever ask yourself... What's your life purpose? If.. Are you doing the right thing? Are you on the verge of confusion, loneliness, unhappiness and being stagnant? Day dreaming into your own world? Too much questions filled in your heart and mind. Too much of everything that you don't want. Too much! To clear out my confusion and to have more clarity about myself, I dig deeper inside me. Reminiscing my childhood moments and cherish them. Facing the darkest and painful moments of my memories. Those memories of repeating horror, memories of loss, memories of death. Yes, I did face it all. I cried hard. After decades of those patterned memories... This is the first time that I realized.. How I treated myself so badly. And I really wanted to give back to myself. By appreciating my past. Appreciate yourself more... Love yourself more... And you will discover more... I have discovered each words, all feelings, expression, harmony just fits well to take steps in writing this poem for my past. ***A LETTER FOR MY PAST SELF*** My dearest self in the past... I have been visiting you lately in a vast... You are carefree, immature and FEARLESS, You go out more, loving the sun and grasses, Full of sweat and sun-kissed from above. Joyous days, feet touching stones and green Oh How glorious those days have been Flowing like water in every storms within And wind touches, caressing my skin Telling me, It's ok dear, everything has it's purpose". A path full of journey and a dead rose All those rise and fall, I am with you... All those tears and laughter, I am with you.. I am always with you til the end of time

The sound of guns... The darkness... The smoke... Then, oblivion. Everyday, I am haunted by my nightmares. Everytime the thunder roll and lightning strikes, I shivered. Looking outside my window, I am writing my daily journal and poetry today... To release all the pains and tensions from my past. And I wrote.. December 18, 1980 Myshkin, Russia My beloved, Have you ever ask yourself... What's your life purpose? If.. Are you doing the right thing? Are you on the verge of confusion, loneliness, unhappiness and being stagnant? Day dreaming into your own world? Too much questions filled in your heart and mind. Too much of everything that you don't want. Too much! To clear out my confusion and to have more clarity about myself, I dig deeper inside me. Reminiscing my childhood moments and cherish them. Facing the darkest and painful moments of my memories. Those memories of repeating horror, memories of loss, memories of death. Yes, I did face it all. I cried hard. After decades of those patterned memories... This is the first time that I realized.. How I treated myself so badly. And I really wanted to give back to myself. By appreciating my past. Appreciate yourself more... Love yourself more... And you will discover more... I have discovered each words, all feelings, expression, harmony just fits well to take steps in writing this poem for my past. ***A LETTER FOR MY PAST SELF*** My dearest self in the past... I have been visiting you lately in a vast... You are carefree, immature and FEARLESS, You go out more, loving the sun and grasses, Full of sweat and sun-kissed from above. Joyous days, feet touching stones and green Oh How glorious those days have been Flowing like water in every storms within And wind touches, caressing my skin Telling me, It's ok dear, everything has it's purpose". A path full of journey and a dead rose All those rise and fall, I am with you... All those tears and laughter, I am with you... I am always with you til the end of time. You have no choice, we are both destined. Oh loving sun and dreamy moon, Grace us the light in our path divine, My past self, I thank you! For the wonderful memories... In my troubled present, found peace in you. Beatrix ********************************************** As I closed my journal... I just hear my Nana's footsteps and call out. "My princess, it's dinner time. Don't forget your coat, it's a bit freezing today!." "Yes, coming Nana!." I checked myself in the mirror for the last time, before sharing the table with Nana. The beauty in the mirror speaks of simplicity and elegance. I'm tall at my age of 15, around 183cm, with soft silver wavy hair and emerald green eyes. I'm looking at the reflection of my mother. And before my tears fall. "Beatrix?" A hint of annoyance in Nanas voice. "Yes, sorry Nana." Then, we silently eat our beetroot soup. In the same month, in different year. Our mother gather all of us, her children, near the fireplace hearth, made of granite and marble stone. My eldest brother Maxim played the piano while my older sister Annika played the flute. While me and my mom, cheerfully singing. Then, our beloved father Dimitri, joined us in our joyfulness. Amidst our liveliness, the commotion outside the House of Oblonsky raised our fears. People shouting with torches and guns. My father Dimitri was stunned. I'm crying in horror. I hugged my father...for the last time. When.... My small voice... bellowed "NO!!!!" "Mama, Papa..." "Maxim, Annika..." 

A pessimistic teenage basketcase faints and icks at the sight of romance. She never fell in love; love fell on her. Injured and lovesick, her perspective on love shifts. After a journey of laughter, she needs to part ways. Tragedy collapses on her as she realizes that she is no longer loved. In despair, her manic tendencies cause chaos as her shattered soul longs for revenge.

A terrorist shook the world by their systematic massacre all over the globe killing millions. The World Government issued a project called, Sins of The Seven or SOFT, to address the situation. Project SOFT are comprised of seven enhanced agents representing the seven cardinal desires of man. 7 and a half years later, terrorist attacks are still happening yet the world feel safe thanks to SOFT. Peace is there even with attacks still going on. SOFT are also growing large, they are hiring rookie agents to assist the original seven and the project. They are growing, like their enemy. War is in the air, yet SOFT continues to blow it away. Till when can they do it tho?

In the quiet, autumnal halls of Willow Creek University, two worlds collide—one of soft brushstrokes and quiet vulnerability, the other of bouncing basketballs and unapologetic confidence. Elowen Reed, a shy studio art major, finds solace in her sketchbook, hiding her true self and her growing realization of her sexuality from all but a few. Riley Carter, a star basketball player with a warm heart and a fearless spirit, has long embraced her identity but carries the weight of others’ expectations, even from her well-meaning family.​ Their fateful meeting—an accidental collision outside the Fine Arts Building, where Riley spills Elowen’s coffee and ruins her sketch—sparks a connection neither anticipated. What begins as a coffee date to make amends blooms into a tender, secret romance: stolen kisses outside dorm rooms, late nights at a cozy downtown diner, quiet afternoons spent with Elowen painting and Riley studying, two souls finding comfort in each other’s presence. Elowen, once afraid to be seen, starts to believe she can be her true self with Riley; Riley, used to being in the spotlight, discovers a peace in Elowen’s quiet warmth that she’s never known.​ But their love is not without storm. Secrets have a way of surfacing, and a photo of them holding hands ignites campus gossip, forcing them to confront whispers and judgment. Elowen’s deeply religious parents, unannounced and armed with rumors from her aunt, confront her about her relationship with Riley, giving her an ultimatum: end things with Riley, or lose their financial support and love. As Elowen grapples with fear, self-doubt, and the pain of disappointing her family, the distance between her and Riley grows—tested by Elowen’s hesitation to be open and Riley’s fear of losing the girl she loves.​ Soft Light, Soft Us is a heartfelt exploration of love, identity, and courage—of two young women learning to navigate the complexities of being queer in a world that often demands conformity, of choosing love over fear, and of finding that the softest connections can withstand the hardest storms. It is a story of sweetness and struggle, of vulnerability and strength, and of two hearts learning to shine together, even when the light feels dim.

[Book Cover is a Fan Art of 9s in NieR:Automata made by Zeilyan on Deviantart] *ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵃ ᵗᵉᵐᵖᵒʳᵃʳʸ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ᶜᵒᵛᵉʳ* Helios is a planet that consists of individual circular islands that is filled with Elan Vital(mana). A thousand years ago, there was a discovery on one of its islands. There was a decay that absorbs everything into darkness and nothingness. This was called the Plague of Noctis. They discovered a way to contain the Plague of Noctis, they made barrier that released a continuous supply of flames. It kept the plague at bay. A thousand years later, the Plague of Noctis seeped through the barrier and rendered it useless. — A few years later a malnourished boy who lives in the Bocht, a dead zone, lost his parents on his 14th Birthday; he watched his father burn in front of his eyes. Unfortunately, he also lost his sight and was bleeding to death. In a turn of events, he met an old man that saved him from dying and granted him a mysterious system. Their meeting might be fate or the work of God. No one knows. ** Author’s Note: Hello! If someone manages to find this novel and read it, this is for you. This is my first time writing a novel. I have been a reader for as long as I can remember and just decided one day that I would try writing. So please, be kind and forgive me if the quality of writing is bad, for the wrong grammars and inconsistencies in between. I will try my best to better my writing as this novel progresses. This webnovel if purely made of fiction. The laws of physics does not apply here. Don’t be too mean. ;-; I’ll be updating 2- 3 times a week, so please don't drop this webnovel. Another version of this story is also up for the Spirity Awards Spring 2021 and I couldn't delete the original, so i'll update both of them. If you like this, add it to your favorites and comment your thoughts! :)

In a world where resonance turns emotion into power, a group of exceptional outliers known as progenitors - those who bring magic to the world, joins a mage-turned-politician who seeks to overthrow the empire and confront his brother. Their battles against the empire’s experiments and elite enforcers push each of them to their limits, exposing fractures they’ve spent their lives trying to hide. Radion - the newest addition to the team - hopes to uncover the secrets of his power and find his long-lost father. As their abilities grow more dangerous and their bonds deepen under pressure, the group must face not only the threats before them but the ones rising within themselves. Sound of Solace is a psychological action-fantasy about broken people fighting to stay whole in a world determined to reshape them.

"Get lost" she yelled, his jaws dropped, "Why are you still staring at me, Oh, I almost forgot that you're not only dumb but deaf as well, I said you should get your filthy disgusting self out of my sight right at this moment" He stood up, his pupils dilated before he turned and left her A tear fell from her amber eyes but she quickly wiped it off, stood up and left with her bag Erica is a 16 year old teenager, her parents died in a terrible car accident when she was 5 and left her in a cold and heartless world with properties and finances which she had no idea on how to deal with, she experienced the harshness of the world at such a tender age which made her cold,sharp-tongued and ruthless till she met someone who changed her into someone she never wanted to be

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?"