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"Salamat was a victim of circumstance and was traumatized as a result of her past. She was willing to give life a chance but something seems to be missing. The past came tumbling before her when she was already healing and could barely remember the pain. She became stigmatized and couldn't help but give in to despair. Will she be able to overcome these troubles someday? Or will it affect her mental state and disrupt her matrimonial prospect? Will Habib's betrayal break her or make her stronger?"

A world where ‘happily ever after’ is nothing more than a cruel fantasy. That’s the first and cruelest lesson that our protagonist, Pheo, has learnt from a young age. Trying his best to get back the family he once had, he embarks on an unexpected journey that spans across the world. What started out as a simple quest for himself however soon snowballs into something much bigger. Will he be able to solve the world’s mysteries as they come by him, or will he end up falling for one of its many challenges? Or will his travels unravel something far darker than one could ever imagine? Chapter lengths will span from 1000-3000 words (With almost all of them being 2000 from Ch. 24, and 3000 past Ch. 50) Status: ONGOING Completion Rate: 1/18

When given the choice between a greater evil and a lesser one do you just not choose? Or is that a choice in itself? What if you choose neither, stop kissing butt, start kicking butt and take control for your own dang self? The world is in chaos. The common man cannot makes ends meet in a Second World Depression. Behind the black lines of secrets super villains fight against the world and each other, politicians are in crime lords' pockets and more but what will happen when a villain stops fighting the world and fights fire with fire in the common man's favor? - The Black Baron has been getting some hype on MyDarkSide and lives in opulence. Never an anarchist, he kept mainly to himself as his saying goes, "Me and mine; screw the rest." That was until Dan, his father of a friend, died at the omnipotent hands of the international super villain syndicate: The Dragoons... ... Dan's dying wish plays hard on the Baron's mind: to make his life count. - Elizabeth is Dan's daughter. A daughter whom was stripped from her family by a draft into the Angels; an international secret super police that is headed by Gabriel aka the ArchAngel. (Those are just names no real demons vs. angels lol) After rising high in rank she has been privileged with a peculiar mission: an undercover mission into the Baron's inner circle. But as her and Gabriel, the ArchAngel, were discussing, "So you're giving me a small undercover task?" "Well..." he said bobbing his head side to side unsurely, "undercover missions tend to unfold from sounding like that into things much more *delicate*." - With forbidden love and crap loads of cloak and dagger... what could go wrong? During her stay with her father's indirect killer, Elizabeth begins to see that people are people; whether it be a Castro or Lincoln... and the "Castro's"; though cruel, though malevolent, they seem to be like the family she never had. The deeper she gets the harder it is to betray them... or to keep up her little game of Mafia she must play to survive. - Any media whether music, quotes, pictures, face claims and/or the title page are not explicitly mine and are property of their respective owners. Moderately mature. Originally written on Wattpad some years back. Depending on how much you all like it I may pick it back up.

Born orphaned without receiving the slightest affection from her surroundings, making Kwon Hyunji grow freely from childhood. Making her a wild girl who survives from leftovers she meets on the streets. Like zombies who roam just to eat without a meaningful purpose. She is empty. Her soul left her dying body. She must have realized that fate was very cruel to her. Play her on a suffocating illusion. And slowly, the harshness of life grew the monster's side on her. Without pity and emotion. Delivering someone who is willing to accommodate her in a gray room. The space that brought her closer to hell. There is no happiness. There is no sadness. Not black, not white. There is only gray. Too hard to define. In the end, no matter how hard she endured, her soul would never return to her body. Because from the very beginning, she was created only as an extra in her own life scenario. "I've never been afraid of anything, even if it's death. Because from the very beginning I was created, I was already in death itself." - Kwon Hyunji.

What happens when culture interferes with love? Love conquers all but will it stand against a norm that is already existing? Deborah is a woman who was forced by society to abandon her love, education, and future. She got pregnant by Dave but he didn't know he was the one responsible and failed to stand up for her when she was denounced. Join this interesting story as we explore the life of Deborah/Naomi. Deborah looked at the man she had loved, for so long. she dreamt of him but now he was right before her, she couldn't chose him. "Tell me you don't love me any more Deborah?" Dave asked "Sorry, I promised to love whoever is good to me. Eric has been there for me the whole time. I cait just leave him because you showed up from no where" "But Lumen is my son, you can't take him away from me" Dave said not letting her go "Anyone who is a male parent and takes the responsibility of a child is a father. you have done nothing for Lumen. The only right you have is as his biological father. Lumen would chose who he will call father, I won't do that for him" Deborah said.

“Life is neither good or evil, but only a place for good and evil.” —Marcus Aurelius “Poverty is the mother of crime.” —Marcus Aurelius “The path to paradise begins in hell.” —Dante Alighieri And many more quotes from philosophers and other cool dudes to set the mood. (Yeah, I know that rhymed!) ————————— When given the choice between a greater evil and a lesser one, do you simply just not choose? Or is that a choice in of itself to let the evils rule you? To let the evils put you into proverbial chains? Screw that. How about rising up and owning the chains? Asserting one’s own will as the more desirable evil? Would that then… be good? ————————— The world is in chaos. The common man can’t make ends meet in a Second World Depression. Behind the blacked out lines of lies and secrecy the world’s governments are in crime lord’s pockets. All the while villains fight a de facto royale against the world and amongst themselves. With the glass world already cracked, now only a pebble is needed to make it absolutely shatter. ————————— The Black Baron is a MyDarkSide influencer—kidding—he’s actually an unhinged supervillain and acts like some sort of bad-boy playboy. Sometimes comical, petty, childish; he isn’t afraid of death or having Waya, his enforcer, completely annihilate his foes. His neutral “only me and mine; screw the rest” philosophies are shattered when Dan—his father of a friend—is slain by the most powerful syndicate in the world. Why? Because they were targeting the Baron. Now shaken and brooding, war has only just begun. The only certainty is uncertainty itself. Oh yeah, and casualties. That’s not the dominant thing on the Baron’s mind however. Instead it’s the last promise he made to Dan; to make his life count. ————————— Elizabeth is Dan’s daughter. Her father’s involvement with the Baron led the last family she had left to the grave. The perfect example of zeal and passion in the ranks of the Angels, a police force she was conscripted into, she doesn’t hesitate to take the undercover assignment of infiltrating the Baron’s inner circle to destroy every fiber of their being from within. “So you’re giving me a small undercover task?” “Well,” the ArchAngel said, bobbing his head side to side, “undercover missions tend to unfold from sounding like that into things much more… delicate.” Yeah like betrayals, blackmail, cloak and dagger, tights, cool quotes, forbidden love and more. What could go wrong? During her stay with her father’s indirect killer however she sees that people are people. Be they a Castro or a Lincoln, be they benevolent or malevolent, these “degenerates” begin to infiltrate a part of her heart she thought was dead when stripped from her biological family when she was forced into the Angels as a little girl. The deeper she gets, the harder it is to betray them. With bonds forging in battle it becomes harder and harder to lie. Over time, she struggles to continue the little party game of Mafia she needs to keep up in order to merely survive the coming days and even darker nights. The only thing certain, is uncertainty itself… and lots of casualties. ————————— Koltin_0562 is my old account. It’s been so long I think it was a new phone that made me unable to access the old account. I don’t know. Regardless, I’m picking up from where I left off. After the comical intro things steadily get more and more serious. The sometimes cringe worthy hilarity is just part of the ramblings of a mad man. Also, there is blood, gore, and intense violence up to and including torture. (C’mon, they’re villains.) In my draft, I’m probably about to dive head first into some philosophical clamor. Hopefully this will make memorable and unique characters. Or maybe make you think… & No, this isn’t satirical wish fulfillment fueled by the recent economic downturns. On Koltin_0562’s version I mentioned I wrote some of this years ago. Enjoy~ ;)

(The Wind That Reflects You) In a quiet coastal town where the wind never seems to stop moving, Ren Hayama, a once-promising runner, lives in the shadow of his own footsteps. After a devastating defeat and the loss of his confidence, he hides behind a medical assistant’s armband on his school’s track team — fixing sprains, taping ankles, and watching the life he used to live run circles around him. Then comes Aoi Kisaragi — a brilliant sprinter whose heart is heavier than her stride. When an injury forces her to rely on the boy who doesn’t run anymore, their worlds begin to overlap in ways neither expected. Through shared silences, half-meant smiles, and countless afternoons beneath a golden sky, two broken rhythms start to align again. But healing isn’t linear. As new rivals appear and the past catches up, Ren must face the truth he’s been avoiding — that running away from pain is still running. And as Aoi’s feelings deepen, she discovers that sometimes, the wind that carries you forward… is the same one that can tear you apart. A story about recovery, first love, and the quiet power of choosing to move again — even when it hurts.

The Hanma bloodline is feared and revered, but within its ranks, ambition, deception, and rebellion fester. A grand tournament, meant to showcase the strength of the clans, is underway, yet beneath the spectacle, hidden agendas unfold. Bruce, the reluctant heir, faces rejection from the very people he’s meant to lead, while Narberal is forced into a confrontation with those seeking revenge. Meanwhile, Ajax, a master of deception, has taken on the identity of Minato Hanma, waiting for the perfect moment to strike as the coveted artifact nears its reveal. As warriors step into the arena, alliances are tested, and grudges resurface. Haruto Okamoto barely has time for introductions before Ren Kozuki’s sudden attack ignites the first battle, setting the stage for a ruthless competition. But this tournament is only the beginning—beneath the fights lies a greater scheme, where power struggles, betrayals, and long-buried secrets threaten to unravel the world as they know it.

Just some ordinary cliche novel^_° just like any other fantasy books you've read

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!