fubuki

In a world shaped by forgotten gods and bound by unseen fate, the land trembles beneath the remnants of ancient powers. Akane, a young boy burdened by a gift he never wished for, crosses paths with Yuki — a fragile girl marked by tragedy and secrets deeper than the snow itself. What begins as a desperate attempt to save her becomes a descent into a truth the world was never meant to remember. As kingdoms fracture and forgotten creatures stir once more, the chains of destiny tighten. Across continents — from the sanctuaries of sealed dragons to cities blessed by fallen saints — individuals awaken to powers not of their own making. Each carries a fragment of the world’s will, and each must decide: to defy the fate written for them, or to become its instrument. But the question lingers, whispered through dream and storm alike: “If the world itself chooses who may rise… who dares to break its chains?”

In a kingdom where magic is labelled as the Dark Arts and forbidden for the greater good, a young vigilante discovers it may be the only way to save her friend who was cursed by it. Teaming up with an Arts user was not her first plan but she soon learns that what she thought she was fighting for may not have been the truth after all.

BLURB In the risky world of investigative journalism, Victoria Langley faces her toughest mission. She pretends to be a sharp entrepreneur to get close to Alexander Harrington, a billionaire shrouded in mystery. But things get more complicated than she imagined. Victoria uncovers a dark scheme as she digs into Alexander's life. He's wrongly accused by a vengeful ex-partner. The accusation involves a scandal with a Mafia lord's sister and a forced abortion. Alexander's life is on the line as the Mafia seeks revenge. Victoria gets caught in a dangerous game of truth and lies. The deeper she goes, the more she finds herself tangled in secrets. Surprisingly, she discovers her own connections to the Mafia, endangering her undercover mission. As danger approaches, Victoria and Alexander grow closer, but their relationship is on a thin edge. With high stakes, they must navigate a path full of lies, betrayal, and a race against time to reveal the truth. If they fail, their worlds will collide in a chaotic mix of crime, love, and the quest for justice.

Chen Gu has transmigrated to a future world where some have superpower. They could release nuclear blasts barehanded; manipulate quantum teleportation to achieve instantaneity; exhale particle winds that could melt metal like dragons; and control human thoughts as a hacker does computers... But the first thing Chen needs to deal with is that he somehow has a forty-year-old son. "Are you saying... you are my father?" "No, I am your son."

After meeting Abby, a mere human on both his and her birthday. Abby was drunk and because of this she was rather very friendly with Elijah, and because of it his wolf went crazy... in that process Elijah and his wolf shared a very important piece of information. “His Mate” But Abby’s life was not as normal and human like as it seems, she could see and feel things that weren't abnormal. ©Hopesophine

A variety of stories and/or poems to read and explore on the side since I have quite the lazy upload rate.

After being married to Fu Hansheng for three years, Jiang Ran had been conscientiously taking on the role of Mrs. Fu so that she could maintain this role. Whenever Mr. Fu, the CEO, cheated on her, she would be the one to deal with the aftermath. When Mr. Fu's lover got into trouble, she was the one to bail the lover out of the police station. Of course, it was not that there was no reward for doing this. Every time Jiang Ran helped him get rid of a woman, she would sell something from CEO Fu's house and store it in her little vault. Finally, just as she was selling the last villa under CEO Fu's name, CEO Fu's once unattainable crush returned. Jiang Ran happily counted her savings in the little vault and waited for the divorce papers to arrive. … Fu Hansheng suddenly realized that his wife had been acting weird recently. The text messages that she sent to question him on the nitty-gritty every day disappeared, and she stopped asking him for cheques. The antique calligraphy paintings at home disappeared, along with the villa. Fu Hansheng, "?” Fu Hansheng used his trump card and slapped the divorce papers in front of her. As expected, his wife cried holding the agreement. CEO Fu was very satisfied with the outcome. ***** One of them thought that she would never dare to sign the papers. Every day, he racked his brains on how he could make himself look like he tolerated her while accepting her feelings without looking conspicuous. Another one of them fidgeted for days in anticipating the divorce papers. Every day, she thought about her divorce, deleting him, blocking him, and never seeing each other again. CEO Fu watched as his tearful wife signed the papers quickly. CEO Fu, "Oh-ho, I've been too careless." Jiang Ran, "Oh-ho, I'm free now."

The once renowned Seoul Philharmonic Symphony is in distress and losing musicians before Seo Jaemin, an unknown beta conductor with a murky past, steps in to help them rebuild their glory together with his career in the cutthroat, alpha-dominated world of classical music. As First Chair, the commanding alpha Kang Do-hyun resists the new leadership, refusing to submit to a beta, although he notices himself being drawn to Jaemin, a pull he can’t explain. But Jaemin is hiding a secret that would shatter his fragile professional facade: he's not a beta at all, but an omega, whose scent is now a painful echo of a failed bond—a betrayal that haunts his every move. When Do-hyun discovers Jaemin’s true nature, his unexplained attraction spirals into a fierce, protective obsession. Consumed by an alpha's fury for the one who broke Jaemin, Do-hyun must decide if he can truly save the omega he’s dying to claim. ----- [Excerpt] Jaemin’s hair was a mess of soft, dark honey curls, his clothes from the concert rumpled and clinging to his slender frame. Do-hyun hadn’t dared to undress him. After the omega had fallen asleep, the floral scent had flared, unleashed from the tight grip Jaemin kept on it when he was conscious. Barely a minute later, Do-hyun had to rally every ounce of self-control from within to extract himself from the bed and stumble out of the room, before his alpha instincts could take over and greedily claim everything that was being offered freely to him. Now, Jaemin stood swaying slightly in front of him, his amber eyes half-lidded, a hazy, dreamy glaze coating them like a thin film. His cheeks were flushed a soft rose, and his mouth, a little open, seemed to be waiting for something. "Jaemin," Do-hyun managed, his voice thick and low. "Are you okay? Do you need something? You can't be walking around like this." Jaemin didn't seem to hear him. He took another step forward, and his scent slammed into Do-hyun’s senses, shredding through his safety shield of medicated eucalyptus—the intoxicating cherry blossoms, now so strong they stung his eyes. Lifting a hand to Do-hyun’s chest, Jaemin looked up at him, head tilted, hazy eyes searching Do-hyun’s face as if looking for something in the depths of his soul. Then he spoke, the single word a soft, breathless whisper: "Alpha."

It's about a female who led a double life and had earnest repercussions... And on more than two occasions, she came very near to death.

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!