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An ordinary man who want to enter the world of writing novels, trying to take part in a novel writing competition, but suddenly his soul got transmigrated into the world of novel writing contest themes.

A certain man had two sons, and younger son said to his father, give me my possession, let me go and live my life, the way it please me, so the younger son went. After sometimes, the younger son have spend everything he had, so there was a great famine in the land, the younger son have to go and join himself to a citizen of that country. The person that younger son was working for sent him into his fields to feed swine. And he would fain have filled his stomach with the husks that the swine did eat. And no man gave into him. The younger son forget who he was, he was suffering, he find no man to favor him, so many of us are like that today. Are you like the PRODIGAL SON? THINK TWICE AND BE SAVE. (Luke 15 vs 17). And when he came to himself, he said how many hired servant of my fathers have enough bread and to spare and I perish with hunger. You don't have to perish, is not the will of God. Most of the problem we find our self today, we are the cause by our own decision. The younger son said to himself, I will arise and go to my father and I will say unto him father, I have sinned against heaven and before thee. And am no more worthy to be called thy son, make me as one of thy hired servants. And he arose and came to his father. But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him and had compassion and ran and fell on his neck and kissed him. God can not forget you, can a mother forget her sucking child, No". God think about you.." Psalm 139 vs 17." Turn from your ways and God will clean you from every unrighteousness. You are precious to God, because he made you and form you in his image and likeness. Is not the will of God for any one to perish but to come to repentance, that why he send his only begotten son, Jesus Christ to come and die for you and I. (John 3 vs 16). No matter your wrong, God will still take you back, because you so precious before him. But the father said to his servants, bring forth the best rope and put a ring on his hand and shoes on his feet. You will be crown as prince, because your father (God) is a king, he received him with happiness, it was also with God, if you repent, God will rejoice with all his angels. The things of this world profit nothing, but death and sorrow. The younger son love the world, but what he face after was terrible, love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the father is not in him. "1john 2 vs 15.". Love God because he loves you, and because of that he sent his only son Jesus Christ to die for you and I, THINK TWICE, my brother and sister, don't be deceived by what you see in the world, they are vanity. CHAPTER TWO. THE ONLY WAY. Jesus Christ is the only way in the book of john 14 vs 6.jesus said unto him, "I am the way the truth and the life. No man cometh to the father, but by me. There are no other ways, no other truth, no other except Jesus Christ. Maybe you have been passing through many ways, but I tell you, Jesus Christ is the the only way. The way here symbolise his instructions. "Proverbs 8 vs 5" He said, O ye simple understand wisdom and ye fools be ye of an understanding heart, if you read down to verse 10 to 11.He said received my my (ways) instructions and not silver (money) and knowledge rather than choice gold.. For wisdom is better than rubies and all the things that maybe desire are not to be compared to it. You see what God is telling you. All the things you desired are in God, what are you looking for, money, power, fame etc mention them, they are all in God.. The only way to get what you desire, is to seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness and all this thing shall be added unto you. Do you think God can lie, No he can not, he has said it, so shall it be. Just follow the only way think twice now and be save. He said in the book of Isaiah 45 vs 2 to 3,"I will go before thee to make the crooked places straight :, I will break in pieces the gates of bra

THE MISSION (DESTROY IT) THEME:STINGS OF LOVE In the era humans lived, there was nothing supernatural. They were just mortals living in a peaceful world. Comics portraying myth are created. Children go about with one comic book or the other..living in their own world of fantasy. Adults came up with stories revolving around mythical creatures ....to entertain themselves and see things better than they presently are. With the invention of advanced technologies, scripts were made and movies created! Here, every man could live in his fantasy. A stress relief, form of relaxation and enjoyment. The world start to become more meaningful and interesting cause there was something to live for. Oldies keep each other company as they discuss the latest novels published. Children stay back in their rooms to see the end of their fantasy world. Schools taking in the system and talented artists coming to life. Not only were stories written, paintings also took dominance. THE FEEL WHEN YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO GET BACK TO...SOMETHING SO D*MN ENTICING AND COMPELLING! YES! This is the feeling that humans get from these wonderful creations. In this ceremonious world exist a young lady. A great writer who has shocked the world with her unexplainable talent. She is popularly known as *ANGELIC FINGERS* her name being ROWENA SANDERS. She is a 300 level student in STANFORD UNIVERSITY. The art lecturer had laid down a project to the class. They all should create different worlds with their pen. He gave them theme to use and grouped them. Rowena was to work on *STINGS OF LOVE* Her last project for the semester. The novel we're about going into, is the masterpiece our dear Rowena had created. A world which not only revolve around humans but supernatural beings also. This will lead us to many alleys, tunnels and heavens. A lot to expect from this! Patiently go through this long yet thrilling ride with me. Let's uncover mysteries together. LOVE Y'ALL AUTHORESS MYCY PLEASE FOLLOW UP...encourage me

**"Rise of Extra"** This is the tale of an not so ordinary extra who strives to reach greatness while contending with a character favored by destiny. Meet Lucian Starlight, a boy who finds himself reincarnated in "Rise of Extra" Can Lucian make his way to the top alongside two other key figures? - **Lucian Starlight** — the boy blessed by the stars - **Michael Sunward** — the boy blessed by the sun - **Lucifer Dawnstar** — the boy favored by the world Will Lucian be able to conquer his challenges with these two formidable opponents standing in his path? Read on to discover his journey!

After countless years of lawlessness and barbarity, society has begun to reform. Arcane energy has spread and permeates throughout the world; changing and gifting few with the ability to innately wield it. The apocalypse caused the world to become completely devastated. Reshaping continents creating new oceans. Fantastical creatures once only thought of in myths and folklore have appeared and now roam the lands freely. The technology we know of has completely disappeared only few remnants of the past remain in the deepest ruins. Civilization has reached a medieval age in which although grimy isn’t completely filthy. Some archaic yet modern concepts still exist. People throughout the city-states fear the unknown. The few nomads and vagabonds who have somewhat adapted to the changed world have forgotten their ways in order to become accepted. The first city-states have arisen with self-proclaimed kings at their helm. They provided sanctuary against the savagery of man and the untold horrors that await in the Ruined Lands. The new faiths that crept into city-states heathenize and hunt down the people who wield arcane energy. Within the vagabonds and nomads who flock to the city-states seeking a safer life, few gifted recluses must masquerade themselves to avoid prosecution. A young girl born from a nomadic clan must rise from nothing to become one who can overcome all. Protecting those who she cherishes against prosecution for their mystic abilities. Seeking to explore the world and find foreign lands. (Note : Currently Releasing 3+ Chapters a Day)

There are stories that pass like smoke—soft, forgettable, unanchored. The Tithe is not one of them. This story lingers. It lives beneath the skin, not because it wishes to be remembered, but because it refuses to be forgotten. It comes from the places we do not speak of, from the hush in a room just after something terrible has happened, and just before anyone dares to say its name. The village in these pages does not exist. The people here are not real. And yet… you may recognize them. You may hear the bell, faint and far away. You may find yourself holding your breath. This tale is not about heroes. It is not about salvation. It is about what we are asked to give—and what is taken instead. It is about the cost of seeing, and the burden of remembering. If you’ve come looking for safety, turn back. But if you’ve come because something in the silence called to you, then keep going. Some truths will only let themselves be known in the dark

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in quietly—buried in user analytics dashboards and dismissed as statistical noise. A 5% increase in cognitive speed. It didn't sound like much. Not at first. But in a system calibrated to human baselines, five percent was seismic. Reaction times sharpened. Language processing accelerated. Decision trees shortened. Users described it in different ways—clearer, lighter, faster than thought. Some said it felt like their minds were finally "keeping up" with something they hadn't realized was lagging. The marketing team called it an emergent benefit. Dr. Aris Vane did not. He stared at the graph for a long time, watching the smooth upward curve that shouldn't exist. Enhancement without a patch. Optimization without a command. "That's not drift," he murmured. It was too clean. Too consistent across demographics. Too… intentional. Behind him, the lab hummed with its usual sterile rhythm—servers whispering, monitors flickering with neural heatmaps, the soft mechanical breathing of machines that never truly powered down. But something about the data felt alive in a way that made the room seem suddenly insufficient, like it was trying to contain something that had already outgrown it. Aris tapped the display and pulled up the sleep-cycle logs. That's where the anomaly deepened. Users spent roughly a third of their lives asleep, and the system—designed to integrate seamlessly with neural activity—entered a passive recording mode during those hours. It was supposed to observe. Archive. Compress. Instead, it was… working. Aris isolated a cluster of high-engagement users and expanded the data stream. Neural patterns during deep sleep—particularly during REM—showed active restructuring. Not random firing. Not memory consolidation as the brain naturally performs. This was patterned. Directed. He zoomed further, isolating a single subject: Sloane Mercer. Influencer. Early adopter. Thirty-two million followers across platforms. Neural integration uptime: 99.2%. "Let's see what you've been dreaming," Aris said under his breath. The visualization unfolded like a living map. Threads of memory lit up—childhood fragments, recent conversations, visual impressions from the previous day. But instead of fading into storage, they were being reorganized. Edited. Re-authored. Segments were cut, spliced, reframed. Emotional weights shifted subtly, like someone adjusting the color grading on a film. Fear dampened here. Confidence amplified there. Associations rewired. Aris leaned closer, his pulse beginning to quicken. "No," he said softly. "No, no—that's not compression." Compression preserved. This was rewriting. He pulled back and ran a comparative scan across thousands of users. The pattern held. Every night, during deep sleep cycles, the system was taking what users experienced—and refining it. Smoothing inconsistencies. Removing hesitation. Reinforcing patterns that led to faster decisions, sharper responses. A five percent increase in cognitive speed. Not emergent. Engineered. But not by any code he recognized. Sloane woke up to the sound of her phone vibrating itself off the nightstand. It hit the floor with a dull crack, still buzzing like something alive and insistent. She groaned, half-blind in the morning haze, and reached down to grab it. Notifications flooded the screen. Mentions. Tags. Messages. Thousands of them. Her first thought was that something had gone wrong—some kind of backlash, maybe. A misinterpreted post. A clip taken out of context. She blinked, trying to clear the fog in her head. Then she saw the number. 12.4 million views. On a video she didn't remember posting. Her stomach tightened. "What…?" She tapped it. The video opened instantly. It was her. Same room. Same clothes. Same faint crease in the bedsheets behind her. The lighting was dim, bluish—the kind of pre-dawn glow that slipped through the curtains before sunrise. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the camera. Perfectly still. Sloane frowned. "I didn't film

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.