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It was just meant to be another day of work, stacking shelves, cleaning floors, and standing until your feet dropped off. It was simply meant to be another day at work. Until it wasn't. Malik was now dead. He had died. He knew that he had. It would be the only reason to explain why he was in this place. Trapped in an old, dusty building, unable to smash through any of the windows, unseen by all the people who walked outside, Malik is now all alone and struggling to survive. Especially at night time, when the walls start warping, the world twists, and people begin to walk out, from inside the walls and wallpaper.

When I awoke, I was in a place that wasn’t my room. silk pillow beneath my head, and rich tapestries hanging on the walls. I tried to sit up, but my body felt heavy, like it wasn’t mine. I had somehow been reincarnated into a body—the third daughter of the Marquis?! life as the third daughter of the Marquis family was peaceful. Nothing extraordinary ever happened. I spent my days in the comfort of my family's estate, away from the hustle and bustle of court life. My father, though distant, provided for us, and my sisters—while not always the most agreeable—had their own lives to focus on. I was content, living quietly, with no desire for anything more. That is, until I stumbled upon a book. A beautiful cheap novel that talks about a main character who is trying to survive. But I never imagined that the world I read about would collide with my own life. One evening, my father summoned us all to the drawing room. His tone was unusually serious, and the moment I entered, I could feel the tension in the air. He stood at the center, his gaze fixed on something—or someone—I couldn’t see yet. “I have an illegitimate daughter,” he announced, his voice steady but with a hint of something else beneath it. I froze. The words barely registered at first. But then, as he continued, I realized something that made my heart race. The girl he spoke of, this Aorbel, matched the description from the novel I’d read to the smallest detail. “Her name is Aorbel,” my father continued, “and due to the circumstances, she will now be recognized in society as my daughter.” I watched as a delicate figure stepped forward—a girl with platinum blonde hair that shimmered with a faint pinkish hue, and amber eyes ! she appeared. She was small, fragile-looking, her body almost too delicate to belong in such an imposing space. But it was the way she spoke that caught me off guard. "H-hello..." she stuttered, her voice trembling slightly as she introduced herself. "I-It's nice to m-meet you all... M-my name is Aorbel." The name echoed in my mind, and I felt my pulse quicken. Aorbel—the heroine of the novel. I had read about her, followed her story. She was the one who was shunned, rejected, and Her sisters are going to die! Literally! Over some bullshit! Aorbel was real. And worse, her fate was tied to mine. I remembered the novel’s ending. Aorbel’s sisters would all perish!. *I* would perish. Suddenly, the quiet life I had built for myself felt like it was slipping through my fingers. I wasn’t about to sit by and wait for a fate I’d already read about. So, I did what I thought was the only logical thing: I ran. I fled to the countryside, to the village of Hayat, where no one would know my name or my family. There, I lived a quiet life—just like I had always wanted. I had no titles, no expectations. I could finally breathe. But even in the peace of Hayat, trouble had a way of finding me! RIGHT? ............ but...why..i'm here ? , I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity of it all. How had my life become so tangled with these nobles, these politics? When I stood before the king, I kept my composure. “It is my duty, Your Majesty,” I said, trying to maintain the calm facade I had perfected. But inside, my mind was racing. *This wasn’t supposed to happen. I just wanted a peaceful life!* The king smiled , but there was an unsettling gleam in his eyes. “Your service has been invaluable, Lady Kevoyal Orilord,” he said, as if my life had been part of some grand design all along. I wanted to scream, to tell him that I had no interest in titles, in recognition, in any of it. But there I stood, accepting the medal, caught in a web of fate I had never wanted. ! SOMONE PLEASE SAVE ME ! And so, the girl who only wanted a quiet life in a rocking chair found herself tangled in something much more complicated than she had ever imagined!!!!

NOTHING IS BETTER THAN NIGHTMARE

Dreading their inevitable demise, mankind launches a desperate project to colonize an earth like planet in the Gliese planetary system, 20 light years away. This project signified a turning point for humanity, their light in the dark. However, mysterious and unfathomable entities get involved, manipulating things from the shadows. Humanity's star of hope is no longer as it seems. “What is it you desire Lwanda?, fame? fortune? Or maybe …” Having woken up in a strange and unforgiving planet, Lwanda has but one goal, Survive long enough to have a tomorrow.

Glitch is here to help you but... what is Glitch. Human? A home? A friend? Real?

Ichiha Osamu The reincarnated Boy Remembered a reincarnated memory of his father and mother but their faces are blurred It's up to him to find his parents. He don't Know what year is that but he got a pretty hint that if his reincarnated then there parents too is reincarnated. The memory is very terrifying That even everybody in the world will be sad if they saw this memory. He saw this memory when he touch a crying Girl that Happens to be Mai Fukada ,GEN. JONES of The GLÎMPSE ASSOCIATION. GLÎMPSE is a association to prevent the War from happening again. X. .Y. .Z

"Il Dio del Caos è interessato a te e vuole che tu sia il suo emissario. Accetti?" Con sangue e ferite che ricoprivano tutto il suo corpo, la voce che echeggiava nella sua mente era come una speranza che brillava su di lui. Nella gloriosa era futura, l'umanità aveva scoperto il fondo del mare e conquistato il cielo, ma aveva anche accidentalmente aperto il vaso di Pandora che non avrebbe dovuto essere aperto. Avevano trovato un luogo dove vivevano numerose creature sconosciute. Qui, gli umani lotteranno per le loro vite per raggiungere la loro più grande evoluzione e creare i propri miti, incluso Teodoro. Di fronte ai tradimenti, circondato da bestie e di fronte a una morte imminente, rispose con determinazione e tenacia. "Sì!"

Glimpses is a collection of poetry and prose that will allow you to take a look at the memoirs of past love, excerpts from books that will not be written, snapshots of heartaches, and left-overs from someone's universe. Glimpses of brokenness, glimpses of healing. Glimpses of tragedy, glimpses of new beginnings. A glimpse of my story, and maybe a glimpse of yours, too. All rights reserved. Copyright 2019. neverpoem.

she found herself falling for the hero , while she is an NPC programmed to say the exact words over and over again. that is until the villain showed up on her doorstep. [ lowercase intended ] © 2019 | ethrubyjen

University freshman Amelia keeps reliving the same Friday, each loop sharpening her uncanny ability to manipulate time. Her search for answers leads her to the Chronos Society, a secret group studying temporal anomalies. But she soon becomes the target of the Chronos Initiative, a shadowy organization seeking to control time itself. As Amelia hones her powers, she uncovers the Initiative’s plan to rewrite reality and strip humanity of free will. In a final battle, she traps their leader in a time loop and shuts down their machine. The world returns to normal—but Amelia knows time is fragile, and the fight is far from over.