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poetry and poems by me:))

Lydia Ashworth is a perfectly ordinary third-year student at the Royal Institute— unless you count the months-long sense of suffocating pressure, the creeping paranoia, and the divine voices whispering in her skull. Her professors say she’s stressed. Her classmates say she needs sleep. Her gods say she’s been chosen. None of them know the half of it. When an anonymous package delivers impossible binding manuals and a war journal from a conflict nobody remembers, Lydia’s quiet academic life detonates. Hidden histories surface. Divine forces circle. And someone—someone powerful—has turned her entire hometown into a covertly fortified safe zone. There’s only one person who seems strangely unsurprised: Professor David Griffin, the world’s dullest lecturer. Behind his wire-rimmed spectacles and monotone voice hides a being who once shattered realities, bound cosmic monsters, and walked away from a war that cost entire dimensions. He’s spent fifteen years pretending to be mediocre. It was peaceful while it lasted. Now the entities he once imprisoned—the Precursors, artists who sculpt suffering across galaxies—are waking, whispering their way into London’s creative minds. Musicians cry while composing masterpieces. Philosophers dream of exquisite agony. Reality itself is beginning to warp toward their aesthetic. The gods have chosen Lydia to stand against them. Griffin has chosen Lydia because she thinks differently. The Precursors have chosen Lydia for reasons of their own. She is the center of a cosmic chess match she never asked to play. And her mentor may be as dangerous as the monsters he once defeated. As ancient bindings strain and divine whispers escalate, Lydia must decide whether to trust the gods who chose her, the professor who terrifies her, or herself—while the world is quietly rearranged into the opening strokes of someone else’s masterpiece. Knowledge is power. Power is dangerous. And some lessons should never have been learned.

Being raped at a young age made Aeris ISOLATED herself from others. She knew she was betrayed from the only person she trust but ignored it to lessen the pain. She knew everything but never said a thing. Instead of complaining, Aeris never talk about herself. Having PISTANTOPHOBIA is not easy for her. Bearing the fact that she's afraid of trusting people again.Her only cousin and so called BFF died 3 years ago. Khathryn, killed herself and as a punishment for her sin, she became a WANDERING GHOST until she can find a way to afterlife. Her soul was sealed by the GRIM REAPER and in order to take it back and go to afterlife, she must carry a mission. ⛔️ WHAT DO YOU THINK IS THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN THE TWO? ⛔WHAT DO YOU THINK WILL HAPPEN IF THE ISOLATED GIRL MEETS THE WANDERING GHOST? Let us open the book of life, of both young souls who got played by destiny, From family to strangers to comrades....Join me to unbosom both of their chapters that got folded by fate.......

GERMAN LANGUAGE ONLY Sorry for you, dear Englisch speaking reader, but this novel is written in German language, because of my German heritage and my bad English writing skills. If you able to understand German you can enjoy a story I´m writing about a group of misfits of an japanese high school in Osaka, which are forced to found a club to learn socially desirable behavior and maybe create their own unique bond of freindship. It focus the German-Japanese student Benji, who has traveled from Cologne Germany to Osaka Japan to be with his new family of his mother and to face the strange new world of Japan. Not only the other culture seems to be a challenge for him, because he also meets many new individuals, besides to his stepsister Haruka, who turn his life upside down and he turns their ones.

Lilah Daza. The youngest Filipino Fashion Designers have been chasing after success even when she was in college. She is devoted to her career to the point that she doesn't know how to value a romantic relationship. She was once sure that she didn't love her ex-boyfriend and that was the reason why she decided to break up with him. She thought that letting go of the man whom she doesn't need in her life was the best decision she ever made. But the moment she saw her ex-lover with someone she hates, she started to feel unusual and unfamiliar emotions. Jealous. Disappointment. Desperation. And that's all because of Alester Hernandez, the guy she once breaks into pieces but later on, she realizes that she truly loves him. That's when she decided to get him back no matter how hard it will be. That is kinda embarrassing for her and will stamp her ego but she'll just consider it as aesthetic karma of her for being stupid and ambitious.

A prisoner is on the loose and is expected to be at the Icelakebasin with a blizzard striking.

Apapun yang ada di alam semesta ini selalu memiliki bayangan, dan bayangan tidak akan jauh dari obyek yang terkena cahaya. Begitu pula Bumi ini, juga memiliki sebuah bayangan. Sama halanya kehidupan di Bumi, pada bayangannya juga ada sebuah kisah Sang Pemusnah, Sang Penyelamat Terakhir. Dimana sang petualang mengira dunia yang dia datangi hanyalah sebuah permainan, namun yang sebenarnya adalah kematian

When Alex Chen dies in a high-speed motorcycle crash, he expects nothing more than oblivion. Instead, he awakens beneath a triple-shadowed sky in a world ruled not by physics, but by karma — where cause and effect are forces to be bent, traded, and weaponized. Reborn into a realm of cultivators and karmic contracts, Alex finds himself gifted with the one thing he's always understood best: a system. Cold, calculating, and emotionally detached, he quickly realizes this world’s cultivation is built on exploiting the invisible threads that connect action to consequence — and he intends to master them all. Armed with a mind like a machine and a soul scrubbed clean of sentiment, Alex steps into a new life where fate is currency and manipulation is cultivation. As he ascends through deadly trials, spiritual economies, and cosmic debts, one question guides him: if karma is a machine, can a man become its engineer? Snake of Cause is a cerebral and gritty fantasy that blends Eastern cultivation tropes with Western philosophical fatalism, featuring a morally ambiguous antihero who seeks not justice — only control.

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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?"