signature of solon

The world was silent. The whole world went black. The colors began to fade. The crowd was deafeningly quiet. Shouta Kazehaya will never forget what he did in elementary school to a child. He will punish himself every day by creating a personality that everyone despises, punching himself in the face, and making hateful remarks about himself. He was depressed to the point of becoming suicidal. On a mundane, barren day, he met a girl who frequented the cafe where he works. Every time he sees the girl, the world around him gradually changes. Kazehaya Shouta takes a step into the modern and old world.

My back hits the cold glass of the penthouse window, the city glittering a thousand feet below us. Sebastian’s hand is at my throat—not tight enough to hurt, but enough to remind me who I belong to. “You were talking to him,” he says, voice low, dangerous. His other hand is braced beside my head, caging me in. “You smiled.” “It was just—” “Don’t lie to me, Ocean.” His thumb brushes the hollow of my throat, and my pulse jumps so hard he feels it. “You’re mine. Every glance. Every breath. Every inch of you.” I should be furious. I should tell him I’m not his property. But then his mouth is on mine—rough, consuming, tasting like the whiskey he hasn’t let go of since the gala. I moan before I can stop myself. That’s all the permission he needs. His hand slides to my waist, fingers digging in as if he’s afraid I’ll vanish. The heat between us ignites like dry kindling. It’s dangerous. It’s too much. It’s everything. When he finally pulls back, his eyes are dark enough to drown in. “One year,” he murmurs. “That was the deal. But you… you’re making me want forever.” And in that moment, I know the worst truth of all— If Sebastian Velez decides to keep me, I won’t even try to run.

William Smith, young adult of 22yo gets diagnosed with a stage 4 brain cancer. Memories fading, visitors vanishing he doesn't find any reason to live. Upon the realization someone still cared about him he hoped on living longer. Call it fate or a joke but his wish has been granted he's now having extra time in another world. He became Candela Ansteck a girl who suffers from a condition disabling her completely making every movement a death threat. What to be expected in the series: A main character becoming someone he would be proud of. Strategies of different degree. Drama and tragedy. Advanture and action. Also join discord server: https://discord.gg/kY5SwMFG

In an alternate world of war, hatred, beauty, and music, three girls must learn to understand their new powers to face the incoming threat.

just a test... not for reading

In a land besieged by darkness, a young child becomes the target of relentless knights, sent to capture him for reasons unknown. As he flees into the forest, the boy finds himself on the brink of death, only to stumble upon an ancient, mystical tree and a hidden book imbued with extraordinary power. When he touches the book, it unleashes a series of events that transform him, awakening a force he doesn’t understand.

Paul is an archaeology student from Greece who finds himself in a different world after waking up from a drunken sleep now he tries to find the reason why he is in this world and to find a place where he can call home but things don't always go as planned because things are not as they seem in this world, as things go complicated he tries to solve all his problems and uncover secrets of this world using the new sigli powers he acquires.

You won’t feel it coming. Not until the pressure drops. A scream. A kiss. A name said like it’s the last time. That’s when it begins—the storm. It hums beneath the skin. Cracks the air. Then you see them—threads hanging like lightning, silver when it's soft, red when it's too late. They bind. They bruise. They twist around your throat when you love too much. They snap like tendons when you lie too well. I didn’t ask to see them. But storms don’t ask for permission. And the first thread I ever saw? Was the one that never wrapped around me. His.

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!

Shocking! The rough husband is the hidden master in the time-travel novel. She is the sacrificial victim for the male lead's pursuit of true love, the pitiful person who transforms grief and indignation into motivation, the obsessive person who constantly wants to slap the male lead's face with money, the lemon essence contrasting the female lead’s gentleness and generosity. Xu Qinghuan: Emma, is this talking about me? Xu Qinghuan transmigrated into a book, into a time-travel novel written by her best friend, where her father died early, her mother remarried, and she was raised in her second uncle's home since childhood. Her cousin and fiancé are entangled? "Break off the engagement, whoever wants the central air conditioner can take it!" Her biological mother manipulates her with work? Isn't it just going to the countryside? The Great Northeast's black land is fertile, where every year you can lie on the heated kang and eat for half the year. Which corporate slave wouldn’t love it? Most importantly, there is a big shot she wants to cling to. Jiang Xingye is someone that even the male lead admires, the future global richest man, the hidden master in the book. After going to the countryside, Xu Qinghuan goes straight to Jiang Xingye. Her original plan was to be a little follower for the big shot and never thought of developing an inappropriate relationship with him. When the man gruffly raises his eyebrows and coaxingly tells her to hold on a little longer, she only wants to ask: What about being wealthy and detached? What about having a strong career ambition and no time for romance? What about being a 007 workaholic who doesn’t even return home?