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2 months ago · Updated to #138
Read about the days and life of Commander of Combat Unit One, Kaoru "Hime" Koto. The adventures she takes with her friends Ally, Captain Higashiyama and Yukimoto, and Rumiko. As things are going great, a new commander named Aoi Yoshida comes in and breaks her peace. What will happen next? * This is a Spin-Off of Haru/My Rare Treasure I have a side series called Rumiko's Story.
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1 month ago · Updated to #2
THE FLATMATES
{A General Character Summary ~ STORY TBD}
Cold. Cold, much like their attitude, was how it always had to be in Luce’s room. Refrigerating themselves had added to their zombie like appearance, crawling through the door of their room every so often. Only replying in nods and one word interjections, it was hard to get along with them. They definitely weren’t a good roommate, but the others weren’t exactly better themselves. If not for the fact that they could cook, they would have long been kicked out. In the living room stand the other roommates. Charles also spoke less than others, but mainly because he was incapable of forming coherent sentences. He was very energetic and hung around the others a lot in a clingy fashion. If not out of pity, the others had most definitely kept him around because he made the most income of the group. The last of the roommates was less of a mate and more of a leech. That of which won't be named. She had taken much in remittance and swore to repay but could never seem to do so. Lounging in the luxury of thievery had accustomed her to a lifestyle that wasn’t hers. As quickly as it seemed that she arrived was how quickly she had begun to take. Today was the day that she had left.
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14 hours ago · Updated to #12
Harun adalah anak tunggal. Keluarga Harun adalah keluarga yang kaya untuk ukuran kampung. Keluarga mereka mempunyai berhektar-hektar tanah, puluhan sapi, ratusan kambing dan ayam.
Hanya 2 keluarga di desa itu yang memiliki truk dan mobil pick up, itulah keluarga Harun dan keluarga Pak Haji Amir. Namun keluarga Harun masih lebih kaya dari pada keluarga Pak Haji Amir.
Dikarenakan keluarga Harun adalah keluarga yang kaya, maka sedari kecil Harun mendapatkan segala macam fasilitas yang tidak dimiliki orang lain di kampung, seperti video player VHS.
Bahkan keluarga Pak Haji hanya memiliki video player Betamax yang gambarnya tak sebagus VHS. Suatu kali setelah pulang bertamasya dari Jakarta, Bapaknya Harun membeli video bokep
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2 days ago · Updated to #5
Aaliya never imagined stepping into the shadows of a world that wasn’t hers—until Faris Al-Fayez. Cold, untouchable, and carrying sins heavier than the night, he is a man with blood on his hands and secrets in his eyes. Aaliya is everything he isn’t—devout, determined, and dangerously out of place in his world.
"You don’t belong here, sweetheart.""And yet, here I am."
She only wanted answers, but Faris doesn’t do favors for free. Caught between faith and desire, love and destruction, Aaliya finds herself pulled deeper into the storm that is him. But when the past comes knocking and enemies close in, she and Faris must make a choice—walk away or risk losing everything, including each other.
A gripping story of forbidden love, faith, and a man who was never meant to be hers.
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13 hours ago · Updated to #6
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2 weeks ago · Updated to #1
This is not your story
By SapoornaDedicationFor the ones who watched quietly.And for the ones who spoke when it mattered.PrefaceThere are stories that belong to everyone.And there are stories that belong to no one.This is not your story.It is mine.It is hers.It is a space between silence and sound.I didn’t write this for everyone.I wrote this for someone who needed it.If you are holding this, maybe it’s you.And maybe it’s not.But you are here now.That’s enough. 1Neel sat by the window again. He always did. As if it was some old habit, some ritual to remind himself that he was still breathing. His hands rested on the chipped wooden frame, his fingers tracing invisible maps on its surface. Outside, the world moved. People moved. Time moved. But Neel, he stayed still like a word caught between two pages, waiting to be read but never spoken aloud.He had learned to be silent long before he had learned to speak. Not the kind of silence that draws attention, but the sort that wraps around your existence like a second skin. It was not dramatic. It was not noticeable. It was mundane. The kind of silence that seeps into your bones until it feels natural. Until you forget what it was like to be heard.As a child, Neel was always called the quiet one. Teachers wrote it on his report cards. Relatives mentioned it like an apology when introducing him. "He’s quiet, but he’s good," they would say, as though the two things could not exist separately. No one ever asked why he was quiet. They didn’t need to. They had already written his story for him.But Neel didn’t want their story. He didn’t want their definitions.He grew up in a house where the clocks ticked louder than conversations. His mother hummed old songs in the kitchen, her voice soft and tired, as though she was singing to herself and not to the boy at the table. His father read the newspaper every evening with furrowed brows, shaking his head at things Neel didn’t understand. They loved him, he knew. But they didn’t know him. They loved the idea of him . their son, the boy who would make them proud one day.But he wasn’t proud of himself. He wasn’t sure he even knew how to be.In school, he sat in the corner of the classroom, always by the window, where the light could reach him even if no one else did. He was the boy who didn't raise his hand. Not because he didn't know the answer, but because he didn't see the point. They measured brilliance in ranks and percentages, and Neel had no interest in running races that felt rigged before they began.He spent his breaks alone, sketching in a small, worn notebook. His drawings weren’t pretty. They were messy and dark, full of shadows and crooked lines. But they were honest. More honest than he could ever be with words. The other boys played cricket. The girls huddled in corners, whispering secrets he was never meant to hear. And Neel? Neel drew worlds where no one asked him to be something he wasn’t.By the time he was sixteen, he had stopped trying to explain himself. He walked through life like a ghost, present but unseen. Teachers forgot his name during roll call. Friends drifted away like smoke through an open window. Even his parents spoke to him in instructions, not conversations.“Study harder.”“You can’t waste time like this.”“What will you do with your life?”He didn’t have answers for them. He wasn’t sure he wanted answers. He wasn’t sure if there were answers. All he had was the aching feeling that this life, this quiet existence, wasn’t meant for him.But he didn’t know how to leave it behind.Sometimes, he dreamed of other lives. Lives where he wasn’t Neel , the disappointment, the failure, the boy who never spoke enough. In these dreams, he was someone else entirely. A traveler. A storyteller. A painter who lived in Paris, sketching strangers in the streets, drinking coffee at tiny cafés. No one knew his past there. No one cared about his grades. He was just a boy who told stories, and that was enough.But morning always came, and with it, the suffocating weight of reality.The breakdown wasn’t dramatic. It never is. It was quiet, slow, like the gentle dripping of water that eventually cracks stone. He was sitting at his study table, textbooks open in front of him, when he realized he couldn’t breathe. His chest felt tight, his vision blurred, and his hands shook so violently he couldn’t hold his pen. He stared at the equations he was supposed to solve, but they meant nothing to him. Just numbers on a page. Symbols in a language he no longer understood.That night, he told his father he wanted to stop studying. Just for a while. Just to breathe.His father didn’t shout. He didn’t even raise his voice. He simply looked at Neel with an expression that said everything. Disappointment, shame, confusion. As though Neel had just confessed to being a stranger.His mother cried quietly in the kitchen.And Neel realized something that night. He would never be who they wanted him to be. No matter how hard he tried. No matter how much he broke himself apart to fit their expectations.He left a week later.He didn’t leave a note. There was nothing he could say that would make them understand. He packed a small bag , his sketchbook, some clothes, and the little money he had saved over the years. He took a train heading somewhere. Anywhere. He didn’t care. He just needed to leave.The city he arrived in was loud, chaotic, alive. The streets were crowded with people who didn’t look at him twice. He was invisible, but in a way that felt freeing. No one knew his story here. He could be anyone he wanted.He found work at a small bookstore. The owner didn’t ask questions. He just handed Neel a broom and told him to sweep the floors. Neel worked quietly. He arranged books on dusty shelves. He read when there were no customers. He drew when there was time.At night, he walked through the streets, sketching people he saw. Lovers sitting on benches. Old men playing chess. Children chasing stray dogs. No one cared who he was. No one asked him what he wanted to be.And for the first time, he felt like he was writing his own story.Months passed. He lost track of time. He stopped counting days. He lived quietly, simply. Some days were good. Some days were empty. But they were his days.One evening, he met a girl at the bookstore. She was buying an old copy of The Little Prince. She asked him if he had read it. He nodded.“Do you think he ever found his rose?” she asked.Neel thought for a long time before answering.“Maybe the rose wasn’t the point,” he said. “Maybe it was the journey.”She smiled. And for a moment, Neel felt like maybe he wasn’t alone.They met again. And again. She was kind. She listened. She didn’t ask him to be anything other than who he was. They talked about books, about places they wanted to visit, about dreams that didn’t make sense but felt important anyway.She told him her name was Mira. She told him she had run away too. Different reasons. Same ache.They sat by the sea one night, watching the waves crash against the rocks.“Do you ever miss it?” she asked.Neel shook his head.“There’s nothing to miss.”But he wasn’t sure if that was true. Sometimes, late at night, he still thought about his mother’s songs. His father’s quiet presence. The house where the clocks ticked too loudly.“You’ll go back,” Mira said softly.“One day.”Neel didn’t answer. He didn’t know if he believed in “one day.”But she was right. He went back.Not because he missed them. Not because he had something to prove. But because he was ready.He found his father sitting in the same chair, reading the same newspaper. His mother was humming in the kitchen. Nothing had changed. And yet, everything had.They looked at him like they were seeing him for the first time. He told them he was okay. That he was alive. That he had found something. Not success. Not brilliance. But something better. Himself.They didn’t understand. But they tried. And that was enough.Years later, Neel sat by another window. In another city. With another life.He wrote stories now. Stories about people who didn’t belong. Stories about boys who sat by windows and dreamed of leaving. Stories about girls who asked about roses. Stories about journeys that mattered more than destinations.His books weren’t bestsellers. But they found people who needed them. People like him.And sometimes, he thought about what he would tell his younger self.“This is not your story,” he would say.“But you can write it now.”And so he did.
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1 week ago · Updated to #3
Summary: In a lawless world where chaos runs unchecked, a hidden city stands as a beacon of perfection, nestled deep within the wilderness. Its citizens live under strict control, their lives orchestrated by a regime that promises safety, order, and purity. Beyond its borders, the “free government” rules over an untamed and reckless society, its people lost to the grip of drugs, alcohol, and vice. The two worlds seem like polar opposites—until an unlikely pair discovers the truth that ties them together. She is flawless, a shining symbol of her perfect city. He is everything she is not—wild, rebellious, and a product of the free government’s chaotic world. When their fates intertwine, their journey uncovers a web of lies that neither could have imagined. As they pull back the layers, they learn that the two governments—seemingly at odds—are secretly working together in a chilling alliance. The free government’s chaos serves as a distraction, while the perfect government quietly pulls the strings to protect the last vestiges of humanity. But their partnership is far from equal. The perfect government harbors a hidden compassion: it rescues aborted children from the free world, raising them in safety and order. It sends its own citizens into the contaminated outside world, sacrificing their purity to sustain life. The free government, meanwhile, exploits its people, feeding them addictions and chaos to maintain control. Yet, the perfect government’s noble intentions are buried under its oppressive rules, casting doubt on its morality. As the girl and boy unravel these secrets, they are forced to question everything—perfection versus freedom, control versus chaos, and whether salvation comes at too high a cost. Two governments, bound together in corruption, yet only one dares to care for its people. In a world where trust is shattered, what remains is the unyielding hope of two souls, fighting to uncover the truth and forge a path where none exists.
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1 week ago · Updated to #4
Antonya’nın yaşamı, Ravka’nın parlak ama mekanik düzeninde sıradan bir biyoteknik mühendisi olarak geçiyordu. Ancak bir gün, sistemin sınırında keşfedilen bir “anomali” onun hayatını sonsuza dek değiştirdi. Rüyalarında gördüğü terk edilmiş şehirler ve gizemli figürler, simülasyonun gerçek yüzüyle karşılaşmasına yol açtı.
Bilinmeyenin çağrısına kulak veren Antonya, gerçeklik ve simülasyon arasındaki ince çizgide yürümeye başladı. Ancak her adımda bir seçim, her kararda bir bedel vardı. Gizemli bir figür ona rehberlik ederken, gerçeğin peşindeki bu yolculuk, onu hem simülasyonun hem de kendi zihninin sınırlarına sürükledi.
Eşiğin Ötesinde, gerçeklik algısını sorgulatan ve insanlığın özüne dair en karanlık soruları gündeme getiren bir hikaye. Antonya’nın gerçek dünyayı kurtarmak için verdiği mücadele, sizi gerilimin, dramın ve bilim kurgunun en uç noktalarına taşıyacak.
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1 day ago · Updated to #1
Bilgisayar ekranının soğuk ışığı, odanın karanlığını delip geçerken küçük çocuk heyecanla son rakibini arıyordu. Ellerinin titremesi, kalbinin hızla atışı… Zafer an meselesiydi. Ama tam kritik hamlesini yapacakken ekran bir anda simsiyah oldu.
Bir çığlık… Bir kopuş… Ve ardından gelen sessizlik.
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2 weeks ago · Updated to #4
What will Millie do when she’s forced to team up with her greatest enemy?
In a world riddled with strange abilities and powers, Millie Reed finds herself powerless & unable to provide for herself. She’s applied to job after job, and she still never seems to qualify as well for them as her competitors; who are much more capable than she is, with their pompous attitudes, insufferable faces, and outrageous abilities. She’s worked her whole life to get into Polxie’s top college, only to render herself unable to pay for tuition. So she takes matters into her own hands.
Today, she’s made a name for herself as Polxie’s most renowned, and feared, super vigilante. She steals to provide;-- to survive. Everything is going smoothly… Until she meets her nemesis, Polxie’s top Superhero, and the nation's patented golden boy. Watch as she swivels through college life, Heated arguments, life as a Supervillain, and maybe some romantic feelings along the way…
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2 days ago · Updated to #6
“Chrissy has always felt like she didn’t belong, but she never expected the reason to be hidden beneath the waves. Drawn to a haunted lighthouse and a mysterious underwater cave that calls to her, she begins unraveling secrets about her past—secrets that could change everything. As she searches for the magic she knows exists, she discovers something even more impossible: she is the daughter of a mermaid. But with dark forces determined to keep the truth buried, Chrissy must uncover her destiny before the tide pulls her under for good.”
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9 hours ago · Updated to #12
The Whispering Shadows
In the eerie town of Black Hollow, whispers linger in the wind, and shadows move when no one is looking. When Detective Elias Carterarrives to investigate the disappearance of a teenage girl, he quickly realizes this is not just another missing person case. Emily Thornton is the latest in a pattern of vanishing girls—one every fifteen years, always without a trace.
As Elias digs deeper, he uncovers chilling accounts of a silent figure watching from the town’s edge, of whispers in the night, and of an unsettling force lurking within the darkness. Each clue pulls him closer to a terrifying truth—one that has haunted Black Hollow for generations.
Something ancient is waiting. Something that should never be awakened.
Can Elias solve the mystery before another girl disappears? Or will he, too, become just another whisper in the shadows?
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