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Boon and Boor, two boys who couldnt be more different despite their strikingly similiarities. Boon is known for his kindness and politeness while Boor is infamous for his bad behavior. The story unfolds as Boor's mother, recognizing her child's need for change, reaches out to Boon's mother in the hopes of fostering a friendship between the two. Through the modern medium of texting, Boon & Boor start to get along slowly but surely -- or not. im a beginner author Boon&Boor art on my cara

Sebastián recuerda vividamente como ese día, Thomas le pidio de rodillas a Debb-la mosca más Molesta y su peor enemigo (segun Thomas)- que sea la pareja de baile de su hermana. Se suponia que seria una buena noche. Una celebración informal en un puesto callejero de comida, un par de helados, bebidas, fotos de una apuesta, un vide de celebracion... Patrullas... Luces... Y una bala perdida...

This story began as a question: what if the boundaries of humanity were broken overnight? What if survival wasn’t just about endurance, but about evolving, adapting, and finding power in a world that no longer plays by the rules? Kael’s journey is not just about fighting monsters—it’s about confronting the emptiness inside, the choices we make when everything familiar collapses, and the cost of becoming stronger than we ever imagined. The world you are about to enter is dangerous, unpredictable, and at times, unforgiving. Monsters lurk in shadows, humans are both prey and predator, and power comes at a price. I hope you enjoy walking alongside Kael through this chaotic, thrilling Seoul—a city you think you know, yet will never see the same way again. Remember: in this world, survival is not enough. You have to rise. — Author

I am bored.

The Boy Born To Be Unborn In a world where the line between the living and the dead blurs, Thalos finds himself at the heart of an ancient prophecy. Born with the ability to traverse realms, he is hunted by dark forces that seek to harness his power for their own sinister purposes. As Thalos embarks on a harrowing journey across haunted landscapes and through shadowed forests, he is joined by a diverse group of allies—Zalithar, Elyndra, Vorin, Nerai, Kiria, Xandar, Myrrin, and Orinth—each with their own mysterious pasts and hidden agendas. With each step closer to uncovering the truth, Thalos faces unimaginable horrors, spine-chilling suspense, and shocking twists that challenge his courage and sanity. The battle for survival becomes a relentless struggle against time and the encroaching darkness, as the young hero must decipher cryptic clues and confront malevolent spirits to protect both the living world and the afterlife. "The Boy Born To Be Unborn" is an epic tale of adventure, horror, and suspense, where every chapter ends in a heart-pounding cliffhanger, and every twist leads to deeper, darker secrets. Will Thalos fulfill his destiny, or will the shadows claim him forever?

John Foster is just your average guy. Fresh out of high school. When he gets hit by a truck and dies. At least. That’s what he thought. Until he wakes up 300 years later with cybernetics and has to adapt to a brand new world.

In the final seventy-two hours of the kingdom of Eryndor, the sun is murdered by an eclipse that was never written in any prophecy. When the black rain begins to rise instead of fall, cities dissolve, people unravel into living shadows, and the laws of reality fracture like old glass. In the ruins of the royal capital Vaeloris, a nameless scavenger boy—no family, no future, no worth—bleeds on a forbidden relic and commits the only unforgivable sin left in a dying world: He refuses to kneel. That single act of defiance shatters an ancient throne meant to bind him, and in doing so cracks his soul wide open. Every surviving Storm Relic across the shattered continent feels the fracture. Sealed legends who have slumbered for millennia—god-slaying warriors, beast-tamers who ride living tempests, sorcerers who weave night itself—wake to the sound of a child’s heartbeat and drag their blood-drenched trials straight into his path. Each trial he survives awakens one legend. Each awakening costs the legend their freedom—sealed again the instant the borrowed time expires. Each fragment of the sky-fallen fortress he reclaims demands payment in memories, allies, or pieces of his humanity. The boy who now carries the name Kael must do the impossible: grow stronger than the heroes who fight to protect him, rebuild a flying citadel from the bones of a dead world, and outrun the Hollowing itself—an intelligent, patient abyss that has learned his taste and will not stop until the last light in his blood is extinguished. This is not the story of a chosen hero handed power by destiny. This is the story of a boy who stole power by breaking destiny’s oldest chain, and must now survive the consequences for seven hundred chapters of unrelenting storm. Genre: Dark Progression Fantasy | Hero-Collector | Aerial Kingdom-Rebuilding | Cosmic Tragedy Tone: Brutal, visceral, and unflinchingly human Stakes: Permanent death | Real loss | No resets | Every victory leaves scars Reader warning: the heroes you fall in love with can and will die to keep the boy alive. That is the entire point. The eclipse was only the beginning. The war for the sky starts now. StormBorn: Chronicles of Eryndor Some children are born to save the world. Kael was born to break it—and rebuild it in his own image. Begin the ascent. The storm remembers who set it free.

A world bereft of purpose. A soul never born for one. A world's end has concluded. A soul's end marks another beginning. A world will take. A soul has given. A story of something that should not exist. A story of something that ceased to exist. A story of something that, without any purpose, exists. A story, not one of heroes, but a journey of a hypocrite to find meaning, in a world devoid of meaning for him. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Details about the story The story is a slow burner Written in First Person Chapter size 2k-6 words on average. Relase schedule: Whenever the chapter has been written and edited. Feedback of any kind is greatly apperciated. if there are any other questions/concerns...feel free to ask them. I will update the about section accordingly.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!

# 1V1 # NOBLELADY The female general has transmigrated to the future. When she opened her eyes, she saw someone snatching a child. She reached out without much thought, but who would have thought the little girl would hug her and say, “Mom, don’t throw me and Brother away!” Since the female general couldn’t go back, she raised her children and educated them. She beat up scumbags and saved men, and achieved another brilliant life. In the face of outrageous people, she was an ice queen. Grandma, sister-in-law, do any of you deserve my time? Faced with her children, it was like a spring breeze in summer. “Little Xing, you’re so smart! Shi Tou, you’re also a good baby!” In the face of men, she was indifferent. “Leave if you want to. You have legs, right? Go on then, I won’t walk you out.” She was a woman with thousands of faces. Even in another world, she was still the most dazzling one.