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This young man in his early life as a teenager is considered to be a talent born once every century. A modern Shakespeare. Highly regarded by thousands of people all around the globe with his tear-jerking creations of love story that will make men and women cry. In short, a genius. But everyone knew of his true nature. Despite being awarded countless awards as one of the best romance author in the whole world, he's... clueless. Everything about love. His cold demeanor and a stone cold face shows no signs of attractions or feelings to anyone. He doesn't feel any attraction to anyone. Now, he enters the first years of his high school life. Several interesting characters entered his life in which fate clearly planned to. Will he be able to feel the feelings of the character he writes in his novels or will he just be the same old, cold and heartless, 'Void Writer'? AUTHOR'S NOTE: As much as I'd like to reference real books in the real world in this story, I'm afraid that I cannot since there's copyrights and licensing protecting those things. And I'm not going to risk it. So that's why most of the books in this story will be made up by me.

Web novel writer Jin Han-sol, who had an unfortunate accident on a trip to England to clear his head, said, “This is… Big Ben?” When I opened my eyes, I found myself in the middle of the British Empire of the 19th century, where romance, literature, and racism breathed! You have to survive somehow, from the dockworker to the rich maid to the babysitter! The opportunity that came to him who had worked so hard that his feet were sweating, “Teacher! No, author! I’m glad to see you now!!” “…… You’re a writer?” “He’s the best writer of novels in London right now.” That chance, a fiction writer? At this time, the writing of the Great Moon, which will change the world with a single pen, begins to give cider to the bastards of the British Empire! _________ Release Schedule: 3 Chapters on Wednesday and 4 Chapters on Sunday

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.

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.

Lu Shi returned to the British Isles in 1900 and inadvertently swept through the literary world, simultaneously leaving behind the proverb: "In the aspect of treating others, Great Britain has always been inappropriate." In the generations to come, the British people often recall this with deep emotion, pondering what kind of international spirit could make a Chinese person so deeply troubled by Great Britain, leaving behind such a prophecy...

The Unquiet Life of a Webnovel Writer Jennifer is 40, tired, and ready for a quiet life. But one Saturday afternoon, her landlady asks, “Do you believe we are all products of someone else’s stories?” Suddenly, every unfinished wish-fulfillment fantasy Jennifer ever published starts moving into her apartment building. An 18-year-old stud of an alpha werewolf? Nah, his Alpha Dad is definitely hotter. A golden-haired prince on a white horse? Wth, why was the horse in her lobby? And she distinctly remembers writing him a tsundere Duke of an Uncle. Now the world is bending to accommodate her webnovels. “Why are all of you here, and why are you so inconvenient?” And out of the blue, her childhood friend—older, wiser, and back from abroad—wants to pick up where they left off decades ago. “I’m very sure I didn’t write you.” Oh, and the alien invasion outside her building? Yeah, she shouldn't have started the sci-fi LitRPG. Now the world is about to end. Jennifer is very, very sorry. Author’s Notice Regarding Narrative Deviations This is a formal notice to inform all readers that the current story has deviated significantly from its originally stated premise. The initial scope of the work included, but was not limited to: • Alpha werewolves requiring pack management • Interpersonal dynamics within supernatural hierarchies • The occasional prince dropping out of college Said scope did not include: • Extraterrestrial involvement • Global-scale invasions • Alien roaches of any size or classification The author acknowledges that such developments may be unexpected. An apology is hereby issued for any confusion, emotional distress, or genre whiplash caused by these unforeseen circumstances. In response to anticipated inquiries: Q: “How were these events unforeseen? Aren’t you the author?” A: The author maintains that she is, to the best of her knowledge, the author. However, narrative control appears to be, at present, a collaborative and loosely regulated process. Characters have demonstrated a tendency to: • Act independently • Escalate situations without approval • Introduce plot elements of questionable necessity (see: alien roach invasion) Readers are therefore advised that: 1. The narrative may continue to evolve unpredictably. 2. Genre boundaries are to be considered flexible. 3. Any resemblance to a “cosy romcom” is purely coincidental at this stage. By continuing, readers agree to accept the story in its current form, including all action, sci-fi elements, romantic developments, dramatic turns, and general chaos. Thank you for your understanding. — katisnow (provisionally in control) Footnotes [1] For readers seeking narratives that are marginally more well-behaved, you may refer to the author’s other works. While no guarantees are made, some stories have thus far refrained from introducing alien species without prior notice. [2] “Well-behaved” is a relative term and may still include emotional damage, questionable life choices, and dramatic plot twists. [3] The author accepts no responsibility if said “better-behaved” stories also spiral unexpectedly. Historical precedent suggests this is a non-zero possibility.

"No" a daily worker lost his job as a delivery boy. An uncle suggested he should write books as he had a good knowledge of English. He searched through the internet to find the most secure way to get a writings career. A friend of his named Fa suggested him to write on webnovel that can provide him with a secured monthly income which was enough to support his current life. A new web novel writer who wanted to write a good story to get paid. He did not have had any job or any other method to earn money. Even he didn't have any money in his bank account only a broken down phone and an old desktop in his possession. Lastly, he didn't have any idea what he was going to write. He asked his friend what should he write he doesn't have much grammatical knowledge. His friend advises him to write anything that is readable and should have a good storyline. "No" buys a pen to write the draft of the story he was about to write on paper. But the thing was that he was not just writing in his paper but writing the fate of the great heroes and villains in other dimensions. The pen bound him to write and dictate the stories he had written to the great or else he can't go out of a domain that trapped him by that pen. Backing way means death what can he do. He writes and writes until he finishes a story to tell the great one. The stories are so chaotic that they never made sense. Whatever now he can get his freedom and lay on his chair to sip on some juice and forget about all the things that previously happened to him. Who is the great one? What does he want? But the pen wouldn't let him leave that easily. After all, it's bounded to him. When he was relaxing the pen was grinning at him from the sideline. " There's a lot left to come, just enjoy this moment "

She smiled as the world burned. He watched, bound by duty and the weight of justice. Selene Blackwell, 24, the youngest inmate to be thrown into Redboiler Prison — a maximum-security prison where only the worst of monsters are kept. They called her a psychopath. But Chief Caelum Rothwell sees something else. Beneath her cunning grin and mocking eyes, he finds a story buried in blood and fire — and something far more dangerous: a reason. Trained in rules, discipline, and the cold hands of military law, Caelum never thought he’d bend. Not for anyone. Not even her. But when a spark blooms between the sinner and the one sworn to lock her away, boundaries blur. Truths unravel. And love begins to rot the bars they built between them. One smile can rewrite a sentence. One lie can trigger a war. In a prison where secrets fester and the law is absolute, how far will you go to save the woman the world has already condemned?

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?