I have a new beginning in a world of idols

Having an unfortunate death, single and virgin, a young university student would have a second chance in a world full of pretty girls, having an idol system in his hands?

My Talent System in an alternate Earth

BAD ENERGY VS MY STORY

In the book the secret to a successful music career will be reviewed and what it takes for every rising artist / musician to stand the test of time, understanding the entertainment industry and using every situation to attract fame and be better in the changing time even as the world of entertainment has gone through evolution.

The greatest singer

Who is the singer with the best-selling albums? Who is the singer who sweeps the singing scene and wins awards? Yes, it is Adam Quinn.

Back to You | L.S

Harry and Louis are ex lovers who have to meet up again thanks to their friends' wedding. Old wounds will open again, memories will come back, secrets will be told... And maybe there wasn't a reason for their breakup after all...

The New Lincoln Loud

i am not good with synopsis. a soul transmigrates to Lincoln loud's body who had just died, now he will try to fulfill his and Lincoln's dream and try to give a good life to his new family. (this is completely AU and i will not include any plot from the original series, i will only use the characters, i will try not to use any of the chapters from the original series). pd: I am not good at English and this is a way to practice it if you find bad spelling do not hesitate to tell me.

Concrete Canvas

The worn piano keys whispered beneath his touch, a melancholic tune swirling through the cramped apartment. Each note was a memory, a sigh of longing, a prayer whispered to a sky choked with city smog. He closed his eyes, the melody carrying him back, back to a time when laughter echoed through these same walls, when calloused hands guided his own, when a gruff voice filled with love spoke of music as a language that could mend a broken heart. "Music, boy," the voice echoed, a bittersweet reminder of dreams passed down and a legacy left to shoulder. "It's a language that speaks to the soul. It can build bridges where words fail." The boy, no longer five but on the cusp of manhood, clung to the memory like a lifeline. He poured his grief, his hope, his dreams into the melody, each note a brushstroke on the concrete canvas of his world. This was his inheritance, his burden, his salvation. He was Marcus Johnson, a son of the Bronx, and this was his symphony.