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!

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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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I don’t think anyone would notice if I stopped showing up.

Not in a dramatic way. Just... quietly.

Stopped replying.

Stopped smiling at the right moments.

Stopped walking into rooms like I belonged there.

I’ve done it before ...slowly disappeared from people’s lives and watched how long it took them to ask where I went.

Sometimes they never did.

Sometimes they noticed when it was already too late to fix it.

I could skip a day, miss a week, vanish for a month and life would just go on.

People would keep laughing.

Group chats would stay alive.

Photos would still be posted.

Maybe they’d think, “Oh, she’s just busy.”

Or “He’s been quiet lately, hope he’s okay.”

But they wouldn’t ask. They never ask.

I don't want attention. I just want someone to notice me before I'm gone.

Not after.

Not in the kind of way where they say,

“I wish I checked in more.”

“I didn’t know they were going through something.”

I want someone to ask when I’m still here , not when I’m already a memory.

But maybe that’s asking too much.

> Some people die loudly.

I think I’ll just fade… and let the silence do the rest

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!

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.

I want to be a writer; this was a test story, not my main idea. I wanted to write to get better and tell my other stories better. I post elsewhere and edit it more on Royal Road, but it still can be a bit rough as I learn to write.

We follow the lives of many different people growing up in a world of magic and trying to find themselves.

We find Nina and her brother facing the struggle of tribal life, even her friend Teva is seeking her own way.

In the city, an orphan, Arlin, grows up hating the church that only tried to love him as he tries to take other orphans and raise them as a new family, never knowing why his mother abandoned him.

Then we follow a young boy named Wolf in a new town where he only knew peace away from it all, and as he feels the world is against him while he seeks magic and adventure, with his sister, who is helping the family. Even as his best friend Coby hunts monsters  with his father

each slowly grows trying to find their way in this world of magic, and as events slowly shift and unfold, showing the world is much bigger than they knew, and their action, no matter how minor they may seem, create ripples that change the events to come.

so let us follow the world and the people in it as they try make new dreams of things to come.

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.

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

Claire’s life is fine.

Totally fine.

※Every chapter begins with a “Goodnight” — not as a farewell, but as a promise. Even in silence, even after time and memory are lost, some people always find their way back.

※A story that begins in silence and shadows—but ends in warmth, laughter, and love. Yes, it's a happy ending. Promise.

※The First Part is expected to end at chapter 21 + (Bonus Chapter - The Day He Came Back) + (Bonus Chapter -Three at the Table)

Based off my soon to be released ROBLOX game, “SWISH!”.

There be a GUARDIANthat shines in the heart of the Heights.

Hidden across, the Seven SWORDS, sacred and trapped in complex structures.

One day, gone missing.

It is now up to the GUARDIAN to gather them from the SIX TERRORS.

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.

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To my amazement, they were able to trace the movement of funds, identify the individuals behind the fraud, and eventually recover the full amount I had lost. Seeing that money returned to my account was a moment I’ll never forget it felt surreal, like a second chance.

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No one deserves to go through the emotional and financial turmoil that comes with being scammed. But recovery is possible, and you're not alone.

In the heart of Mumbai's abandoned tunnels, a forgotten soul awakens - not from sleep, but from death itself.

Yuvaan Mehra, once a name buried by betrayal, returns with shadows whispering secrets only he can hear. Framed, killed, and erased by those he trusted, he now walks a path between justice and vengeance.

With nothing but a strange chip, a mysterious voice calling him "Agent 313", and a city that's forgotten him, Yuvaan must uncover a conspiracy rooted in power, darkness, and a past that refuses to stay buried.

But when you're reborn beyond the grave...

Are you still solving crimes - or becoming one?

Beyond The Grave: Files of Detective Yuvaan - a dark, psychological crime-thriller where every clue is a lie, and every truth costs blood.

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