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The True Successor of Throne

"Wifey, are you excited because you're feeling impatient?" he teased. "Wait, I'll satisfy you." his deep, husky voice shivered her bones. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A kind gentleman, who always remains calm in every situation, is a neglected prince who is basically a wolf in sheep's clothing. A young, gentle bred, docile lady who is outstandingly intelligent and vicious as well. ...... But the story that starts with marriage between this perfect couple led towards the vicious battle of succession........ But...... but...... They are not even an ounce interested in throne and power, so how do these two involve in this malicious battle...?!..... The chromatic story of a Happy Go Lucky Prince getting involved in the battle of power and throne....... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning ~ Violence, Major character death

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?

Bleach Soul Burst Alternate World

This story is the same as the Bleach Soul Blast but that story was a crossover but to make the same story the only Bleach world story I have made a small attempt and created this one. it will simply become a Bleach Story.

Interstellar - Woosan

"I would travel all the way to earth just to see you."

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.

Seesaw ||• YoonMin •||

He already drowned in his tears of pain Already stubbed by the truth of his conceit Have died on the abyss of his mistakes Though he is once again reborn With a new game to play And He wished to never repeat this seesaw game "Someone has to get up and go..."

FORCED TO MARRY YOU

When he was forced to marry you....