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"Dear, it's time for your medicine!" The beautiful and pure Holy Daughter brought over the medicine for treating his wounds. On this day, he saw betrayal with his own eyes and experienced despair with his soul... From this day forth, the Hero was dead, send paper offerings if you must!

The social season of 1813 begins. Among the numerous young ladies is Miss Eleanor Turner and her prospects for this season are abysmal. With no dowry, connections or anything else to recommend her to the eligible gentlemen she'll have to take matters into her own hands.

He was surrounded by people, but there was nobody he could connect with. Her path was full of fame, but everything was taken away from her. They were alone in their own worlds. Until they weren't anymore. [Excerpt] The whole universe flowed in his surroundings while he just stood there, not moving an inch so he wouldn't disrupt the requiem of his rebirth. At that moment, he was reborn as the musician he wanted to be. His very own soul was touched. All he wanted was to leave his imperfect body and join the sounds like a vital stream, ready to collapse in the universe and become one with it. He looked at her. Dreams come true. Dreams can also die.

He asked himself, "Am I worthy of being loved, or am I destined for heartbreak?" For 14 years, Ben felt like he wasn't worthy of anyone's love. At age 10, his mother left them. His father used him as a punching bag. When his life changes suddenly, he's unsure how to react. Little by little, he accepts those who promise a happy existence. Several types of love are offered to him. 1) A parent's love 2) Friendship 3) Romantic love A figure of his past threatens everything

Six hearts. One band. Not everyone will stay in tune. When Elliot—heartbroken, guilt-ridden, and still strumming the chords of regret—tries to win back the girl he lost, he sets off a chain reaction that pulls the entire group into emotional disarray. Roxanne wants nothing to do with him. Sienna wants him—for all the wrong reasons. Adrian wants him to heal… but maybe not just as a friend. Mia believes in second chances—for love, and maybe for herself. And Dante? He just wants to keep the group from falling apart. In a band where every beat counts, one wrong note can change everything. Broken Chords is a messy, emotional, and heartfelt ride through friendship, betrayal, love, and the music that ties it all together.

She ran from a past that never listened. He hid behind a voice the world loved—but never knew. When Arohi, a shy south indian interior designer, lands a one-year opportunity in Tokyo, she’s not chasing dreams—she’s escaping wounds. Quiet, anxious, and too used to being ignored, she never expected her neighbor to be the first person to really hear her. Natsuo is soft-spoken, kind-eyed, and almost too calm for the chaos inside her. But there’s something about his music… it feels familiar. Too familiar. As ramen turns into rituals, and shared silences blossom into something deeper, Arohi finds herself torn between the gentle warmth of friendship… and the slow, aching burn of something much more. But secrets always have a sound—and when his truth comes echoing back, will her heart be ready to listen? A slow-burn, cross-cultural romance about healing, found connection, and the music that binds two strangers... Somewhere Between the Chords.

The story follows Lily and her hidden identity. It is how she was protected all these years and suddenly how she turns out to be the savior. She is not a fancy princess of the old times in a castle but a happy young lady from a rich family in modern times. She knows luxury. She knows protection and things done by others for her. Prince is there too for her savior. Princes actually. But she will change it all and take charge of her own life. She will turn out to be a modern-day responsible adult from a clumsy teem. This is following Lily how she evolves from her teenage life in a small town to being a responsible urban diva.

The day of my dance performance, I was in a terrible car accident. I became wheelchair-bound. My rival, Melody, took my place and cruelly taunted me. "A cripple dares to compete with me?" When I fell into depression and lost my will to live, it was my boyfriend Brent who stayed by my side, constantly encouraging me to keep going. He not only hired a private doctor to treat me, but also personally prepared medicine and accompanied me to rehab every day. I thought he was a ray of light in my dark life. Until the third year of our marriage, I overheard his conversation with the doctor. "Mr. Shaw, Miss Stone's rehab motivation has been getting stronger lately. If she keeps taking this medicine, I'm afraid..." "Increase the dosage. She must never stand up again. I won't let her take Melody's position as principal dancer." Only then did I realize that his so-called tender care and redemption was nothing but a cruel conspiracy. His daily attentive care was all to pave the way for his little childhood sweetheart. If that's how it is, I'll let them have their way.

"We're the chosen ones, the saviors of planets, the ones worthy enough to meet the gods, but at what cost... Saving destroyed planets, crumbling societies, and broken souls, with the price losing everything you know."

I wrote a book once. It was an unhinged fantasy born from my high-school brain, driven by loneliness and too many hormones. It was a world of beastmen, wild freedom, and the kind of romantic attention I could never get in real life. I poured every impossible desire into it: adventure, danger, and yes… a 'lot' of handsome partners. Before I knew it, I had a thousand chapters of pure escapism and pure thrill. Then on a college camping trip, I fell off a cliff. I expected to wake up in a hospital room but nope. I woke up on a soft field of grass, with air too fresh to belong anywhere on Earth. And then something moved behind me. Sticking out of my tailbone was... A tail. My tail? Yellow and black stripes and very, very real. I touched it. Completely real. My ears? Also gone—well, moved. They were now perched on top of my head like a confused jungle cat. And the outfit? Quite revealing, made of animal hide which matched my tail. What was going on? At first, I thought it was a prank. Or a dream. Or maybe karma is finally cashing in. But the more foreign memories evaded my mind, the clearer my situation became. This wasn't cosplay and it wasn't Earth, either. And—surprise—it wasn't even the world from my own book. Welp. I had been transported into a completely different Beastman world as a beast girl called Arinya. Sounds fun, right? Well… it would be, if I weren't apparently the ugliest duckling in the entire freaking savannah! Rejected by every potential mate I stumbled across and sneered at like a freaking eyesore. This was not how I planned my fantasy to come to reality. Trust me—if this is my fantasy come true, then someone needs to fire the author. But then again, after entering this world, I'm suddenly... Attractive. I mean, there's no change to my face and the freckles are still there, but for some reason, handsome beastmen begin to flock around me, because I smell... Pleasant. What's that all about?