一名小說寫作家，遇上一名漫畫家之間的校園戀愛故事

望月悠真(Mochizuki Yuma)

故事的主人公是一名平凡的15歲高中二年級生,與妹妹望月雪乃共同生活。

但是在之前的學校的性格轉變為十分陰沉的人。

然而,一次意外的轉學讓他發現自己擁有一種

神秘而特殊的能力

這股力量不僅改變了他的社交生活,還認識到了伴侶。

隨著他與新同學和伴侶的關係逐漸加深,望月悠真發現自己身邊的人慢慢開始擁有了特殊的能力。究竟這股能力將帶來什麼樣的挑戰? 會令和其他同學的關係變得更融洽嗎？

還是會招來更多麻煩？

敬請期待這段充滿懸念和驚喜的戀愛故事!

堅持每星期起碼更新三次。

這個故事我也會在「小說家になろう」這個網站平台上發佈日語版本

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Demons, devils, ghosts, and monsters-they haunt the shadows, feeding on mortal fear.Lu Sheng was an ordinary civil servant living a mundane modern life-until a drunken haze stole him away to a brutal world ruled by dark forces. Here, terrifying supernatural beings prey on the helpless, and mortals are trapped beneath a suffocating veil of dread.But fate deals Lu Sheng a strange hand: a mysterious game mod he once designed in his past life awakens within him, granting the power to instantly master any skill-if he's willing to pay the price.Thrown into a nightmare where survival is a constant battle, Lu Sheng must harness this deadly gift and walk the razor's edge between salvation and damnation. His journey to power begins-along the perilous path of the Devil.-------

Taleria's Notes

Hello everyone!This is a translated novel. I do not own the original content—I simply love reading and wanted to share that passion with others. I've translated and rewritten parts of it to make the reading experience more enjoyable. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did working on it!

Masashi Kishimoto's manga series "Naruto" follows Naruto Uzumaki's journey to become a respected ninja. The manga was adapted into an anime series (2002-2007) and dubbed in English (2005-2009). This book analyzes each episode of the anime series, from Season 1 to Season 5, going beyond a simple summary.

©2023 by Sarah Mkorongo. All rights reserved, and all characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto.

Copyright © 2023 by Sarah Mkorongo

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means-electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise-without the prior written permission of the author.

This story follows Kimoko a young woman sacrificed to the demon Kigami. Also known as Koshei the demon of death. As they advedture together to archive they goal of saving Zonrumi, from the awakening of the demon queen that wants to destroy the world. Therefor she was seald by the four most powerfull gods away, many centuries ago.

Kimoko and Kigami have to meet al four of them. As they travel Amoria one of the four lands they meet the goddes that lives there. That in exange for they help will give them her sealing crystal, that is capable of opening the demon gueen's prison.

“My Blank Love” is a tender exploration of a love that was never spoken, never named — yet deeply felt. It’s the story of emotions left unwritten, of silences that held more truth than words ever could. This love didn’t need definitions; it lived quietly in glances, in pauses, in pages that remained blank… yet full. A tale of incomplete confessions and eternal connection.

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My Blank Love

Chapter One – The River That Remembered

The wind moved slowly, brushing against the lonely strands of Zoboriya’s hair that had escaped her scarf. The river beside her flowed with a hush — a quiet lullaby that only those carrying silent grief could understand.

She stood still, hands folded in front of her, the smell of wet stone and distant jasmine thick in the air. Behind her, the small Turkish town of Safranbolu breathed in its soft morning calm. But inside her?

A storm she hadn’t named.

A love she hadn’t confessed.

A pain she never expected to carry.

She looked at the water again, wondering if it remembered that moment —

the exact second her world had shifted.

> “If only he hadn’t come that day…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“If only Abu Zarr had never stood in front of me.”

But he had.

And like a sudden gust in the middle of a still afternoon, he had shaken her soul awake.

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It was early spring, the trees still dressing themselves in fresh green, and the cafés along the cobbled path hadn’t yet filled with tourists. That afternoon, three years ago, she had come to this same river, carrying nothing but a journal and a tired heart.

She had wanted silence.

She had wanted to sit and not be seen.

But he had found her anyway.

“Zoboriya.”

His voice had come from behind — firm, familiar, breaking the very air around her.

She had closed her eyes first.

Then turned.

And there he was.

Not as the Abu Zarr she remembered — the boy with laughter tucked in his collar and stars in his voice — but a man now. Quieter. Older. And with eyes that looked like they hadn’t rested in weeks.

He hadn’t smiled.

He hadn’t spoken again.

He had just looked at her —

like she was a story he still didn’t understand how to finish.

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> “Why did you come?” she had asked, her fingers tightening around the pen in her lap.

He had shrugged slightly, his gaze not leaving hers.

> “Because I wasn’t done.”

She had laughed. Not the soft kind, but the one that hides wounds.

> “You were the one who left. You were the one who turned your love into silence.”

He didn’t defend himself. He just stepped closer.

> “Maybe I thought your silence would match mine.”

That day, everything blurred — the river, the air, her breath.

He had come back,

but not to explain.

Not to apologize.

Not to say he still loved her.

He had just come — and in that moment, it was both too much and never enough.

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Now, years later, standing again by the same river, Zoboriya wondered what remained of that afternoon.

Maybe nothing.

Maybe everything.

> “You left your noise behind, Abu Zarr.

But you left your silence inside me.”

The wind answered her this time, rustling the pages of her old notebookP — the one that still carried his name in ink that had begun to fade.

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To be continued…

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My Blank Love

Chapter 2 – The Eyes That Read Silence

Inside the largest university library in Turkey,

amid hundreds of people around her,

Zoboriya felt strangely alone.

She sat in a quiet corner,

where a soft yellow light gently spilled onto her book —

and the silence in the air only made her heart’s voice louder.

In her hands was a book titled:

“He was mine, but never really belonged to me.”

Each page peeled away her emotions layer by layer.

In every word, she saw glimpses of Abu Zarr.

Each line pulled her back into an old, fading evening.

Tears were silently falling from her eyes —

as if someone was quietly breaking inside her.

She slowly closed the book…

took a deep breath and looked around —

thankfully, no one was watching.

Quietly, she took out her handkerchief,

wiped her tears…

and whispered to herself:

> “Oh Abu Zarr… why did you do this?”

There was a storm within her,

but her face remained calm —

as if nothing had ever happened.

What she didn’t know was…

From across a table,

from behind a pile of books,

a pair of eyes had been watching her for a long time.

Eyes filled with a strange kind of sorrow —

like something unfinished lived there too.

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The one who owned those eyes remained silent.

But his gaze never left her —

the flutter of her lashes,

the glisten of her tears,

the breath she took in Abu Zarr’s name…

He wasn't Abu Zarr.

But he wasn’t entirely a stranger either.

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His soft whisper never reached Zoboriya —

but a strange hush in the air told her…

someone was there.

Zoboriya slowly turned her head.

From behind the tall stack of books,

the boy hid for a moment.

But it was already too late.

Zoboriya had sensed it —

someone was silently witnessing her broken love.

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Chapter 3 – Where Love Was Still Speaking

Walking out from the cold walls and heavy silence of the library,

Zoboriya steadied her breath in her chest.

She looked up at the sky for a moment —

blue, open, but still something inside her felt heavy.

Her feet began walking on their own…

leading her to that hidden path,

to a place she always called “her refuge.”

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To reach there,

she had to cross a narrow trail of stone,

where the wind grew gentler with every turn.

And at last…

she arrived.

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Trees surrounded her —

lush green branches swaying softly,

and birds chirping above

as if the world was still breathing through an old forgotten song.

A small river flowed nearby —

its water moving so gently,

it felt like even the river was hiding something deep inside.

Zoboriya noticed a couple sitting at a distance —

smiling,

close,

looking into each other’s eyes as if they could see their tomorrow.

A faint, unfinished smile touched her lips…

but never made it to her eyes.

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She quietly sat down on a stone —

one that seemed to have waited for her.

Her scarf fluttered lightly in the breeze,

slipping off her shoulder and touching the earth —

as if her soul had grown weary too.

She rested her hands in her lap,

and let out a long, tired breath.

> “Sometimes it feels like the world is full of color,”

she thought silently,

“but my world is painted in fog…

a dark haze that swallows every bit of light I reach for.”

Her eyes were still damp —

but now, tears didn’t fall.

They had become an old habit… something that lived quietly within.

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What she didn’t know was…

That same boy from the library…

had followed her there.

Standing at a little distance,

he simply watched her.

He had never held love —

he had only seen it… breaking.

And now, for the first time,

he saw someone who carried the same silence as him.

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To be continued…

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Will figure out/rewrite summary when done- A 17 year old girl named Kiara was casted off as a baby from Mount Olympus for mysterious reasons. Out of nowhere, the world starts to be attacked by monsters who cause unknown sicknesses, diseases to humans, and she is thrown into the mythical world of Greek Mythology and chaos with her friends trying to help and figure out what is wrong.

Author: K.A.W Wolfe/Will Faine

Co-Author/Editor: romero_icarus

WARNING:

This might change depending on a majority of things (the storyboard, character designs, suggestions, research on Greek Mythology, etc.).

If you would like to give critique, advice, suggestions, or some ideas to add on to the story, please feel free to let me know! You can leave it in the comments or DM directly if you would like! Thanks!

Love is an inevitable feeling for one another. However, it has the challenges to be faced by one another, not just the tempo and rhythm experienced and felt by one another, but by promises and what it takes to be with on another. This book entrails about the words of romance.

[DC-Batman Fanfic Creation] (Claire × Dick Grayson/ Nightwing)

Claire’s life is fine.

Totally fine.

※The First Part is expected to end at chapter 21.

Seventeen years ago, a girl was sent to another world by a glowing goddess named Aris. Blessed with powerful magical attributes—but curiously, no holy power.

And now the girl has become Mira d'Ark. She lives a peaceful life in the sun-kissed fishing town of Mermaid’s Cove.

She doesn’t fight monsters.She doesn’t wear holy robes.And she certainly doesn’t consider herself a saintess.

But the townsfolk think otherwise.

From healing wounds and calling rain, to helping lost adventurers and tending the soil, Mira's magic has touched everyone in town.

But as her seventeenth birthday dawns and cake is served at the Adventurer's Guild, a new arrival at the edge of town will gently begin to shift the tides of Mira’s peaceful world.

Because sometimes, even a girl who doesn’t believe she’s a saintess... is exactly what the world needs.

This is Miura, a land where one in every 16 individuals are born sensitive to magic. Mages are the cream of the crop in a world dominated by arcane bloodlines. Beyond the mage is the Maister, and the greatest of the greats are the archmages. To nurture the sheer potential of arcane wielders, many legendary mages of old established grand academies across different kingdoms. And in the vast imperium, 13 schools within 13 kingdoms command great esteem and influence by boasting the strongest students of magecraft. One such school is Cinderfall, a premier institute in the heart of Imperial Baumwolland. Amidst its alumni is the fledgling teen Pollux, a young freshman with a good head on her shoulders and little else. But what else does she need? Mired by a wound from childhood and seemingly inescapable mediocrity, how can she hope to navigate a school of deadly, magical adolescence in a world full of monsters and mad sorcery? Maybe, she won’t.

"Supreme bone dug out? Then I shall devour all the spiritual bones under heaven, and let the flames of the Holy Land's wrath burn away this false heavenly law!"

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Last year, 17-year-old Tom Riddle, with Dumbledore’s help, was successfully reborn.

This year, with Ginny’s help, they set up an elaborate trap to catch Peter the rat.

Memories sealed away for twelve years are gradually resurfacing...

However,

When the avalanche falls, no snowflake is innocent.

Tragedy has already occurred—do we really need to uncover the truth beneath?

Since good intentions could also led to evil deeds, why not let 'the villain' go all the way?

In this cat-and-rat race, who will ultimately show mercy?

The "what-ifs" that never happened will only bring trauma.

Maybe it is time to let the past be truly gone...

The love-hate entanglements of the parent's generation, intertwined with behind-the-scenes stories from Harry's third year.

This story includes my imagined plots of Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Tom Riddle, and many others.

To understand their relationships better, you could first read the prequel:[The Secret Of Ginny Weasley & Tom Riddle]

Chinese Version:  [HP] 歪腿與班班的故事