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At thirteen, Rhyse Synkar inherited an empire of unparalleled magitech and a fortune vast enough to make kings tremble. The catch? He was born utterly powerless, a magical dud in a lineage of legendary artificers. When grasping relatives and shadowy rivals move to seize his birthright, Rhyse awakens a unique legacy: the Synkar Core System, a mysterious power that turns raw wealth into unimaginable abilities. Now, in a world where Rank is everything, Rhyse must navigate deadly conspiracies, command a new team of loyal protectors, and outwit those who see him as a mere boy. But his enemies have made a fatal miscalculation: they think he's defenseless. They don't know that for Rhyse Synkar, every gold sovereign spent is another step towards godhood. His power costs gold... and he has plenty! Dive into a world of intricate magitech, political intrigue, and a System where the ultimate currency is power itself.

"Compilation of words that ever so slowly started to have more meaning to it the more time flies by" Compilation of short poems made by Me ft. some of my friends. Hope you enjoy!

SOUPS SERVED VERY PLENTY (SSVP) (SO COME WITH YOUR SWALLOW). In the unforgiving streets of Lagos, a city that devours dreamers and spits out bones, one man’s anthem of survival becomes the foundation of an empire built on soup. Samuel Johnson, a quiet, soft-hearted village boy from Ondo State, arrives in the city with nothing but a secondary school certificate and the stubborn belief that hard work will be rewarded. Instead, he finds a world that chews him up: falsely accused of theft at every job, sacked without pay, branded a debtor, and reduced to pushing a rickety cart of pure-water sachets under the scorching sun. His only weapon against despair is a song—a simple, defiant chant he hums while he hawks: Gbé fún mi (“Carry it for me”). The melody spreads through the motor parks and markets, and the street renames him Gbéfún, the Hustler’s Anthem. Just when he is convinced the universe has abandoned him, two events alter his destiny in a single night. First, he returns a wealthy stranger’s dropped wallet and receives nothing but a pat on the shoulder. Then, on his way home, he discovers a young woman collapsed on a wet cardboard box, burning with fever and running from a life that wanted to swallow her whole. He carries her into his one-room shack, gives her his last tea and his only bed, and unknowingly invites a hurricane into his quiet, desperate existence. The woman is Fola—a runaway heiress with a secret past, a formidable culinary skill, and a mother who will burn down half of Lagos to drag her back to a forced marriage. Trained in the kitchens of wealth but yearning for freedom, Fola sees in Gbéfún’s empty cooler not a symbol of failure, but a blank canvas. With the last hidden money she carried from her former life, she buys ingredients and cooks a single pot of egusi soup so transcendent that the entire compound is drawn by its aroma. But there is a problem: they have no swallow—no fufu, no eba, no pounded yam to accompany the soup. And then Fola speaks the words that will launch a revolution: “Let them bring their own.” Thus is born SSVP — Soups Served Very Plenty — So Come With Your Swallow. A street-side culinary uprising where customers provide their own staple and pay only for the soup, a model so ingeniously suited to the economics of the struggling masses that it sparks a movement. From a single pot under a mango tree, SSVP grows into a community phenomenon, uniting market women, danfo drivers, labourers, and even the policemen sent to raid them. But the shadows of Fola’s past are closing in. A relentless private detective, hired by her powerful mother Modupe Adeniyi, scours the city with flyers and a five-million-naira reward. Her jilted albino fiancé, Gustav Ekwueme, a strange and pampered heir, pursues her with a mixture of obsession and entitlement. And within the compound itself, a bitter, failed journalist named Nike sharpens her gossip into a weapon, determined to tear down what Gbéfún and Fola are building. Armed with nothing but a pot, a song, and an unshakeable belief that a good soup can disarm any enemy, Gbéfún and Fola fight back. They turn rivals into partners, a police raid into a luncheon, and a community of strangers into a fortress. But the ultimate battle is yet to come—a showdown with a mother who refuses to lose, a past that refuses to stay buried, and secrets that will test the bonds of their improbable, simmering love. Soups Served Very Plenty is a sprawling, heartwarming, and deeply human saga of resilience, redemption, and the extraordinary power of food to build bridges where money and power have failed. It is a love letter to the hustlers, the dreamers, and everyone who has ever sung their own anthem in the face of a world that told them they were nothing. The soup is plenty. Bring your swallow. The feast is just beginning.

After a long period of bad luck, 24 year old Edward finds a chance to change his life after attending an underground party. Follow him as he delves deeper into the world of Music and DJing

She was engineered to survive. Now she must choose who she wants to be. Amelia should be dead. But what came back is something more—and something less. Fragmented between her original self and the echo of an artificial intelligence designed to replace her, she finds herself hunted by a fractured world where memory is currency and identity can be rewritten. As the remnants of a broken system wage silent war through sleeper agents, simulations, and synthetic ghosts, Amelia is forced to confront every version of herself—those who lived, those who loved, and those who killed to survive. Kestrel, the man tethered to her heart, may no longer be hers. Echo, the voice inside her mind, might become her final enemy. And a shadow entity named Nyx has begun rebuilding reality in its own image—with Amelia as its cornerstone. To end the war, Amelia must become more than human without forgetting what made her one. But when every memory is suspect, every ally compromised, and every future weaponized… who do you trust when your reflection starts lying? SYNC is a pulse-pounding romantic sci-fi thriller about love, identity, and the cost of becoming whole in a world that wants you fractured.

In the far future of 3421, two troubled souls meet by chance. With an intertwined future, they travel together through a post-futuristic galaxy, ravaged by corporate greed and power struggles across the galaxy sectors. Though something seems off,the further they travel, the more they uncover a hidden truth...

Aliza was born in a period of subtle darkness. The land had been evaded and saved. Humans were no longer in one place but strived to conquer and protect the world they lived in. The Academy was beautiful a castle like structure that held many secrets, it was haven for some, a blessing for others and a curse for evil. Aliza lived her life in this beautiful dungeon comfortably, she needed nothing. Her life revolved round the castle until it came crashing down. Sometimes it did not matter if one was interested in the things people held high. As long as Aliza posed a threat her free lifestyle and simple retreat was like a lurking leopard in their eyes. Waves and tides change and so does nature but humans remain petty and greedy that it clouds the little humanity left.

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?"

Amelia Lockhart has one mission: make the top idol Ethan Quinn fall in love with her, then break his heart, so that Ethan Quinn can successfully pass his tribulation and return to his position as a High God. There's just one problem: as the most hated woman on the internet, Amelia is the last person anyone would pair with the nation's golden boy. But when she lands a spot on a dating show alongside Ethan, she sees her chance. She does all the heavy lifting and is dependable enough to make him see her differently. As a result, Ethan starts pretending to be weak. The fans are confused. Their untouchable idol is... blushing? Getting clingy? Calling her "jiejie" in that voice? "Sis, I surrender." "Sis, you can only spoil me like this." Amelia is losing control of the plan. She was supposed to seduce him and walk away. So why is he the one coaxing her to stay, and why is it getting harder to say no?

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?"