this shit is only for me so dont read it you bullshits and idc for your reviews cauz i am not an author
i dont get anything from this novel and i  m not willing to get or need to and no one read this

Just poetry, poems and some quotes about my life.

You can also enjoy the song that I put on above every chapter.

Thank you for reading and stay safe 

-Deena

This book is a collection of inspirational quotes and passages on success .

AZIEL 
Age-18yrs
Description- Albino with heterochrome eyes . He is short with thin frame and has deep scars on his wrist . 
Hobbies- Studying , listening to wind chimes  and rain . Loves making tassels.
Hates - Novels , happy people  and spicy food 
Quotes- 'Make people believe in your lies . Someday maybe you might start believing in them too.' ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
ELIJAH
Age-32 years 
Description-Middle aged man with messy brown hair and sharp features  . Although thin yet strong.  Wears thin framed glasses .
Hobbies-Eating , reading newspaper, watching people and wearing different coloured ties
Hates - Sweet things, popular people 
Quotes- "We live in the same dark world , we just  have different addresses" 
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LAZARUS
Age- 20 yrs
Description- Has black hair and crimson eyes . Athletic body . Has whip mark on his back
Hobbies- Writing , helping and watching Aziel , drinking
Hates- Marcellus  and hangover 
Quotes- "You haven't killed them . It not your style. "
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MARCELLUS
Age-18 yrs    
Description- Brown hair , blue eyes with pale white appearance . Athletic body always present with a smile .
Hobbies- playing Chinese flute , hanging out with Aziel 
Hates- fighting  and mathematics  
Quotes-"Smile with me . Laugh with me and cry with me . This might be  the last time to do so"

Aziel , a young albino has lived his life filled with abuse ,neglect and anger . Broken and shattered was his mind into thousand pieces causing him to lose all hope . He gives life a new start by transferring into another high school . The feeling of nostalgia , the warmth in the coldness. New human emotions buried deep within him started springing into life on meeting Marcellus his new desk mate . Just as his old wounds were healing a series of murder of Aziel's bullies led to all the suspicion towards him. Lazarus with whom Aziel had an unusual relationship came to his school offering help in catching the real murderer. However they did not know the demon who roamed in this school's corridors. They were unaware of the danger that lied within .


I do not own the cover . It is from another BL manhwa

Rolden: Damn it! This is all he got from Kierra?!!.. This is also what he got from the school.. Documents.. Achievements.. And... Essay?!! Essay about "Anything about yourself"
Hhmmmm.... 
Kierra's Essay:
  My age is 18 (She's probably a senior high student in this year), I love singing but I dislikes dancing and sports, I love to travel and to watch movies and TV's. I love Nightcore songs and my favorite song is Rewrite the Stars and Spent 24. I love reading on webcomics and wattpad. I started to appreciate all when I installed this app😊 and my favorite color is blue and I love cookies and chocolate cake, that's my favorite, Yummy!!😋. I love wearing rugged clothes when I'm on school and going outside, I love to shop and I really love studying and my family. My favorite movie is Avengers and Oh! I love Power Rangers also but I turn it all down when it comes to studies😊. I have tons of awards and medals, hehe and I won a lot of competitions in school. I also read Bible every Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I also go to church on Sundays. I hate liars and cheaters by the way and Ow! I love cats, Meow! Meow!😸 but I also like dogs a little. I'm watching some anime's if I have time and I also have a kind and loyal girl Bff here. I love writing poems, quotes, stories, and novels, and I love reading quotes of typewriters voice. I hate make up, my skin is allergic on it and I love rose scent colognes or perfumes and blue rose. I have rolex and g-shock also, it was all given by my rich uncle when they visit us as a gift but they live on abroad. The favorite part of our house is my room for me to think and it's quiet, I love heart necklaces, I love collecting rubber shoes. My favorite place that I went is New York, its lovely, my uncle brought me there twice😸.
Rolden: Hhmm... How cute... (We have tons of similarities at the same time..) I've wonder how and why??

Rolden Xanders and Kierra Alvon met on a mobile game. At first, Kierra wants to be close/be friends with Rolden because he is so powerful on that game in order to protect or to keep her territory safe and to survive on that game. This game is a zombie combat war game, alliance's, and defending your school or territory. Of course a friend can't let his/her friend be in danger, that's why in order to be safe, she needs a friend or ally that can protect her school when she's not online due to school. She loves studying and her family and she is a helpful, friendly, and kind person but she doesn't know love. Unexpectedly, Kierra is always chatting Rolden, that's what friends for, she fall but she's afraid because her mother won't let her and Rolden fall for Kierra also. Kierra chatted her true intentions of why she made friends with him, Rolden knew that. He chatted that he was used to it, because that's what others do but Kierra clear herself that she wasn't anymore, because Rolden is valuable now for her. She always worried when Rolden is sick, because he is alone for his parents died when he's a kid. They always chat, they chatted a lot of secrets to each other before they really fall. Kierra added Rolden as her friend on facebook, Rolden accepted it. They both don't want video chat but they have the picture of each other. They were being separated due to studying and work. Rolden is 25, he is working as a business manager in a drug store while Kierra is only 18, a senior high student. What a big age gap!!. And they were from different countries, due to Kierra's dreams and studying, because she wants to be a nurse, she left on the game and her friends their and she unfriended Rolden on Facebook, she doesn't want to break her mom's trust to her. Rolden is so sad, that's why he drink a lot on that night, then his car crashed. His memories were gone, only his friend their on his country was taking care of him.
8 years later.......
Kierra is now 26 while Rolden is 33. Kierra is now a nurse then Rolden came to her country to visit a friend there and to have a vacation.
Are they going to meet now in person?
Does Kierra still love Rolden?
Does Rolden's memories will come back to him?
Can they rewrite the memories into real?
If you can bring back the time, what you're going to do?
Are you going to rewrite the stars?
Find it out here in my new novel entitled "Rewrite the stars"
Sorry for my grammar and I accept suggestions, comments, opinions, or your reviews to improve our works.
Enjoy!

♦ -The thoughts of our main character are in quotes.
ex:
"I love chocolate"

♦ -When someone speaks, there is a hyphen in front of the quotes and the text. Pay Attention!
ex:
- "I love chocolate" she said

/  Just to avoid confusion :D  \

♦-I also wanted to make it clear that English is not my native language.-
                             This is my first Novel on the platform, please indulge ;)

♦-Good reading !

Lee Yon, promising young team leader.

When she woke up from her assassination attempt, she was no longer in her world, she was now in a world that was both familiar and foreign to her.

She had become the elder sister of the villain, the second masucline role in the novel "Flower's love": Tasha Bellion, the only princess of the empire of the same name.

A secondary character who "almost always" had a "rich" and peaceful life.

A pawn frequently used by the villain who "hardly" used it.


So what was the problem?


This girl has a curse that takes her word away and because of it people are treating her like crazy. MUTE AND DISRESPECTED

And she's the older sister of the evil emperor, a bloodthirsty punk! IN RISK OF DEATH AT ANY TIME


- "Hmm ... Can we survive?"




Author: - "Who knows?"

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You want a novel with R-18 (a little late), isekai, black magic, a vengeful and badass character (at times, by name she's the type to ignore you if you pissed her off) or just a little novel to pass the time. THEN YOU ARE WELCOME ! 

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Thank you in advance ! good reading ;)

Hello everyone,

Reading through my earlier chapters, I realized there was something missing in them. I couldn't put my finger on it so I started thinking. 
Going through my outline, I realized my plan for this story's plot is very grand, ambitious even. There will be a lot of fascinating mythology and adventure to come. I believe that in the future, you'll be surprised just how deep and complex the mythos will become. This last chapter starts to touch on some of that, but it's going to take a while to get there.
In contrast, the tone has been very comedic, which makes it much more fun to write for me. However, I think that as a reader, the humor has perhaps made the story feel a bit lighter than I intended. Upon that realization, a normal author might tone down the humor, but...I'm insane. I also like trolling and torturing my characters. So instead, I came up with an alternative idea.
I went back and added short quotes at the top of some chapters which I hope will flesh out some of the mythology aspects, giving them a little more weight. Nothing in the plot has changed. Ideally, it will just make certain aspects more thoughtful and meaningful. If you like, you can go back and read the additions. From now on, when I feel it's appropriate, I'll be adding these kinds of quotes from relevant sources including religious scripture, ancient poetry/documents, or in the case of science fiction--experts in the field.
If the quotes don't work for you, please let me know in the comments as I value your opinions. This arc is going to stay in Europe for a while as the scope of the world broadens. If any of you have a proclivity for detective work, I don't mind letting you know that there will be breadcrumbs all over the story, hinting at and connecting many things. So bust out your magnifying glasses if that gets you off.
However, it's perfectly fine to read the story as casually as you wish. The story has layers, but so does lasagna, and you don't need to eat the whole thing at once big boi. I hope you'll continue to enjoy the story.

Alex bless you,
- Samsara

Would you like it if today you suddenly went from being normal to becoming a God? Before you answer, the catch is there’s an apocalypse coming and you have to recruit Earth’s greatest ancient Generals and Gods into your army to prevent it. Wait, one more catch, it turns out most of them are dirtbags and trolls. I’m warning you, maybe you should read the story before you answer.

This satire/action/adventure contains brutal battles, beauties, cultivation, mythology, magic, divine weapons, Gods from many regions, world creation, conspiracy theories, sci-fi tech, vampires, werewolves, giant monsters, and many other bastards. Oh and it’s based on real history, myths, and legends.

*A new chapter daily Mon-Wed by 1 PM Est. (GMT-4).

Some authors in chat talked about a book's worth. 

Most agreed that its value depends on the readers' willingness to pay for a novel. And the most selling here in WN are romance and h e n t a i.

Honestly, it is true in a sense that most authors who don't write these two genres or have the general audience receive lesser income to none. However, there are also other genres that are popular.

What saddening is that a story which has no s** will be buried deep in the list of books.

One time, a person told me that he won't read books without s**. I think you understand what I mean.

Sad... 

Those good literary authors will just choose Amazon. I totally agree with that.

But, is that what really makes a book valuable? So, the authors will just resort to writing stories with s**  since most will welcome it.

I feel sad if it is.

I've been reading and watching epic and classic stories like Mary Poppins, The Twelve Kingdoms, Fushigi Yuugi, The Vision of Escaflowne, Star Wars, Anne of Green Gables, Pride and Prejudice, Little Women, and others. 

These are great books but I'm not sure if the new generation is still reading them.

Hoping they are.

So, what is the worth of a writer? Of a person's storyteller's heart and creativity?

Will it just be buried deep in isolation? Will it just be following the flow of readership and abandon its desire to produce good stories?

I disagree. We still love good stories. There are still more readers who love good reads. In fact, these type of stories are more engaging and imploring. Those epic stories won't be called epic if no one reads them anymore. They are classified as such because their worth is beyond trends.

They simply go against the flow and create a tsunami, leaving people awestruck.

That is the type of book I want to write. I prefer to be remembered as an author who writes good stories without compromising the principles I believe.

Don't get me wrong. There are still good books with a bit of those s** things out there that you can read. But they don't focus on those scenes but on the story itself.

I am a person who never follows trends. And I care less what people call me. I will rather be true to myself than to follow the crowd and lose my self-respect.

In my opinion, the worth of a story is not only on the business side but also on how much heart and effort the author gives to his/her books.

To authors: Let us enjoy writing good stories. Let us be proud of what we write for not everyone can be authors. And not all writers can finish a book. The truth, most books here are unfinished.

To readers: Support good books and give the authors that confidence to continue writing good stories. Without your support, the authors might give up. If no one read good stories, then there's no point on writing one. But I believe most readers still love those type of books.
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Inspirational Quotes for Authors:

"I try to create sympathy for my characters, then turn the monsters loose." — Stephen King

"If you can tell stories, create characters, devise incidents, and have sincerity and passion, it doesn't matter a damn how you write." — Somerset Maugham

"Any man who keeps working is not a failure. He may not be a great writer, but if he applies the old-fashioned virtues of hard, constant labor, he'll eventually make some kind of career for himself as writer." — Ray Bradbury

"I have been successful probably because I have always realized that I knew nothing about writing and have merely tried to tell an interesting story entertainingly." — Edgar Rice Burroughs

"The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story." — Ursula K. Le Guin
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Inspirational Quotes for Readers:

"Whenever you read a good book, somewhere in the world a door opens to allow in more light."
–Vera Nazarian

"Make it a rule never to give a child a book you would not read yourself." —George Bernard Shaw

"Great books help you understand, and they help you feel understood." — John Green

"The only important thing in a book is the meaning that it has for you." —W. Somerset Maugham

Books can be dangerous. The best ones should be labeled "This could change your life."
–Helen Exley

Have a good and fruitful day.

😁😁😀😄💖💓💞

I  invite you to read the short diary of my daily struggle as a writer. No clear update but I will try to write every day. Don't expect very long chapters.

Started as an entry for fun and submitted for writing prompt #63: One chapter post but still ongoing.

 Please add tags: #diary #drama #comedy #author #writing

Please read my ongoing story:
The Sorceress' Heir: Blossoming Youth and Power

1925: London.

Rebirth. Such an amazing concept. 

It has been mentioned in almost every religion, and language alive. Punarjanm in Hindi, Marathi, Sanskrit, and a few other Indian Languages, Reincarnation in English, and Isekai in weeb.

But until recently, it was just that. A concept. With no proof, only speculations, and a lot of fantasies. Humans are.. weird.

What happened recently, you ask? Recently, I went to sleep as a 24 year old Indian man, and woke up as a 5 year old British kid. In 1924, London.

Well, I screamed a lot when I first woke up, and went to scratch my balls to find my dick an inch long, with the balls up my groin. It was.. a weird feeling.

But then, I got the memories of the body's previous owner. Mason Aves. 

An Orphan living in the Stockwell Orphanage, for boys and girls, Mason was a quiet kid. He used to stay alone, and either read books, or play with his toy soldiers. His father was unknown, while his mother's name was Marigold Aves. 

Marigold Aves, was a woman who came from nothing, raised in the same orphanage as him. She was brought there as a babe, by her father, who claimed he did not want to raise her. 

The older caretakers would tell him stories of her, to keep him at least a little bit social, and it worked. Mason began to listen to his mother's stories, and he began to love her image.

Marigold then went on to go to a finishing school, and became a nurse, to help out during the Great War. And then, after the war ended, she came back to the Orphanage, to take care of the young, like her caretakers took care of her.

Unfortunately, the good things ended there.

Marigold came home one day, crying, and then 9 months later, she died, giving birth to Mason. 28th of September, 1919, was the day Marigold Aves died, while giving birth to Mason Lucas Aves.

Mason did not realize what exactly happened, but I did. Marigold was either raped, or manipulated into having sex with someone she did not like, and I don't know which was worse.

And here begins the story of Mason Lucas Aves. He listened to his mother's stories, and decided to become like her. While he couldn't become a Nun like his mother was, he decided he needed to care for people. So he did it, in his own way.

He read stories for the babes, he played with those younger than him, saved them from the older bullies, or at least tried to, and got beat up by them. He was still a lonely boy, though. 

The kids, while playing with him readily, were also quick to push him aside while talking amongst each other. They just.. didn't connect, while talking. So he kept on reading the same story books, again and again. Hoping for friends, but getting only acquaintances. 

But he never gave up on trying to become like his mother. It was after one such beating, when Sister Agnes patched him up, he decided he wanted to become a doctor.

Unfortunately, he almost failed to live to see that day.

It was about a year ago when it happened. Mason was reading, sitting under the tree, while the older kids were playing football in the playing ground. Unfortunately, it was not his lucky day.

The football, kicked by a 13 year old boy, managed to swing through the air, and smack Mason right in the forehead. That wasn't it, though. Thanks to the fact that Mason was only barely 5, and that he was sitting leaning on the tree, the back of his head smacked to the knot of the tree, right behind him.

He was unconscious for 2 days, after which, he woke up with a headache. The headache persisted for a few days, until now.

When I woke up, with his memories added. If I'm actually the British Mason, or the Indian Chinmay, I don't know. I just know that I have memories of having lived through both of those lives, with the same intensity in both of them.

It's not like I know for a fact that I, THE ME, am Chinmay with Mason's memories, or that I'm definitely Mason with Chinmay's memories. But it is one of those two.

Fuck it, I'd rather be both, than just one of them.

Chinmay's story is boring, not even a bit exciting. He was 24, had completed his Master's in Physics, but was waiting on the results, which were delayed because of a virus called Covid-19. So, yup, he was jobless. (A/N: THAT'S ME!!!)

He had a satisfactory relationship with his family, while his friends would only occasionally talk. Frankly, he was a loner too. But that was by choice. He did not like people, least of all those that spoke at him.

So, yeah. Chinmay died. Mason died. And now I'm here. Both, yet none.

This year that I've been here, I've been living my life as I usually would. I played with the children, and even joined those my age in playing catch a bit. I helped out the Sisters, with cleaning dishes, making beds, and just generally helped around. And I also read stories, and talked with the babies.

Sure, living in 1924 London was not my ideal place to be reborn in, but I could manage. I had a Master's degree in Physics! Granted I failed 9 out of 16 subjects the first time, but still! I was going to pass this time, I know that!

So, yes. My reading level drastically improved. From nursery rhymes, I switched to small poem books, just so my jump is not too high, and unnatural. Then, I read Agatha Christie, the Man in the Brown suit, which had just come out, and I did like Detective Novels.

Thank God, for Orphanage Library. It was always being refilled, and new books added to it, once they get in the market.

Although, their single quotes did piss me off at first, I got used to it. While Indians, like normal people, use double quotes for dialogue, and single quotes for thoughts, and quote within quotes, the British are opposite. They use single for dialogue, and double for thoughts! Preposterous!

And I'm sounding like a Posh British person. Ahem, moving on. I got used to that shit soon enough.

From that, I moved on to other Agatha Christie books, which prompted me to "He's smart." From "He's cute." Then, I began reading Sherlock Holmes books, which were decidedly more entertaining than Agatha Christie, but don't tell her that.

Anyway, I spent my year reading many such fictional books, all the while assuming I was in my own world, in Chinmay's own past, preparing to take over the world with my Scientific innovations.

Boy was I wrong.

~~Food! That rat looks very tasty. I think it'll keep me full for days! That's it, stay there!~~

I hear a raspy voice, on the morning of my sixth birthday, and I turn to it, listening wide eyed, to the one sided dialogue, happening a couple feet left of me.

The dialogue carried by a snake, which was about to eat a small rat. To be fair, the snake was barely a foot long, so it might just fill it up for a few days. BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT!

I CAN HEAR THE SNAKE TALKING! AND I CAN UNDERSTAND IT?!

~~Oh, shit.~~ I whispered, still looking at the snake, who was now constricting the rat, after biting in it's neck.

The snake snaps it's head towards me, and drops the still alive rat. It slithers towards me, making me crawl back towards the tree, and says, ~~A SPEAKER! I so, so wished to meet one of your kind, when that weird snake told me about speakers! Nice to meet you, Speaker!~~

"Oh, shit." I whisper, again, looking at the honest to God, excited snake, which was talking to me, from the ground a foot away from me.

This cannot be happening. THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING! How the fuck? I thought it was just past! But no, it had to be the Harry Potter past! FUCK! Okay, calm yourself, and reply to the still talking snake.

~~...er! SPEAKER! Can you understand me? Maybe he's not a speaker after all. Well, better get out of here before he kills me~~ the snake says, and turns it's back to me, moving to go towards the suffering rat.

~~WAIT!~~ I whisper-shout, pointing my hand towards the snake, who immediately stops.

~~AH-HAH! So you are a speaker?~~The snake says, straightening up, and slithering back towards me. It raises it's head, and continues, ~~Did you not want to talk with me, Speaker? Is it because I'm young? No wait. It's because I'm black, isn't it? I knew it. That weird snake did say lighter humans don't like darker skins. I should have expected it applies to snakes too.~~

~~By God, do you ever shut up?~~ I finally say, stopping it's racism rant. Buddy, I'm from 2020, India. I'm already woke.

Shaking my head, I point towards the still barely alive poisoned rat, and say, ~~Finish your food, and then come here. We'll talk then.~~

The snake nods, and goes towards the rat, thankfully, silently.

Talking snake. Speaker. Parseltongue. Harry Potter. 1924! Holy shit, I was related to Voldemort! He could talk to snakes too!

Damnit, my memories! They're not as good as they used to be! What was that thing, they used to do with their minds? Occlude-mency? Occlumency! That's it! I need to learn that! ASAP!

Maybe that'll help me write some of the books I'd read as Chinmay, and even "discover" some new knowledge.

The snake finished it's eating, more like swallowing, within the minute I was overthinking, and trying not to be overwhelmed, and came and flicked it's tongue, licking the back of my hand.

I snap out of it, and pull my hand away. ~~Can you not, do that?~~ I ask, snapping at the snake.

The snake tilts it's head, and says, ~~You were dreaming. The others wake me up when I'm dreaming. I did too! Now, are we talking, or what?~~

I look at it in suspicion, and ask, ~~You're a weird snake, aren't you?~~

~~I'm a smart snake!~~ it corrects me. It says, ~~No other snake, other than the weird one that visits us sometimes, can talk as much as I can! I'm Magical, he said!~~

Again with that weird snake. I shake my head, and look around. No one was there in the ground, and it was still too early for the kids to come out to play.

I lay my hand down, and say, ~~Climb up, and hide near my stomach. We'll talk once we're inside.~~

It looks at me hand weirdly, and says, ~~You're one of those Perverts, aren't you?~~

~~FOR FUCK'S SAKE! JUST GET IN! I'M 6 YEARS OLD YOU DUMB SNAKE, AND PERVERTS ARE USUALLY OLDER~~ I shout, slapping my hand down, hard enough to make it hurt.

~~Usually! You just said, Usually! And that's not the kind of language I expect from a baby human.~~ the snake says, but still goes up my arm, and inside my shirt.

I stay silent, ignoring the talkative snake, and get up, walking towards my room.

Thank God for orphanage hand me down clothes. Or hiding the snake wouldn't have been possible.

Let's interrogate the snake now, and see what he knows. Maybe I'm just going crazy, and there's no wizards here. Hope so that they are, though.

~~~

A/N: Okay, hey guys! This is an idea I just had, and I just had to write it down! I have way too much time on my hands.

Anyway, the MC, which is me, is reborn as Mason Lucas Aves. Mason's birthday is 28th August, 1919, which is about 7 years before Tom Riddle. He'll join Hogwarts on 1st September, 1930, which is 8 years before Tom Riddle, so there'll be no contact between them. 

Literally each and every character in the story, at least in the beginning, will be OCs, except for the teachers, and a few well known families. Pairing is almost decided, but I'd still like to wait until the story gets there to announce.

MC won't prevent Voldemort, but he'll take advantage of it. Which side he'll be on? I think you already know.

Anyway, you might have already guessed who his Father is, given there's only two options, and one of them is old. His mother is simply a Nun, orphaned at birth by her father abandoning her.

No secret back story at all, no sir. Nope. I'm not telling and you can't make me!

This story is second priority to me, and the first priority will be my other story, "The Legend of Baldur." 

Anyway, Caio!

Summary: I was 6 years old, when I realized I was not simply reborn in the country that ruled over my own.. previous country, and in the time when said oppression was going on. Read on to find what I do in the Magical world of Harry Potter.

~~NO HAREM!~~

I won't focus much on his school life, as you might judge by the tags. But yes, I'll start in school, so don't worry.

SHOUT OUT TO MY OWN BOOK, "THE LEGENDS OF BALDUR!" READ IT IF YOU HAVEN'T!

quotes on reading novel

Me reading ATG on mobile phone.

Life is not easy as you imagine, it's also not that hard as you think

Success and Failure

Depersonalization (BL)

The Paranormal 80’s

Rewrite the stars (RM)

The Tyrant Emperor's Older Sister

War of the Gods: A Divine Comedy

Daily Struggle of an Author

Mason Aves: The Wizard [DROPPED]

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