copyright fiction

Middle-aged software engineer Richard Rice was recently laid off after having his job replaced by AI. While drowning his sorrows at the local bar, he meets a mysterious stranger. The stranger presents him with a magic ring and the opportunity to go back in time and undo everything that lead up to this point. When he arrives in the past, Richard realizes this world is not his own. It's a reverse world, where men act like women and women act like men. Richard must use his magic ring to transform into Future Hero and oppose Stinger, an evil organization dedicated to taking over the world!

This project is a gift to some of my loyal readers from Saudi Arabia and is fully copyright protected. Through this work, I hope to revive literary storytelling in the CYOTA (Choose Your Own The Adventure) format—where readers are not passive observers, but active participants shaping the fate of the main character. The story invites readers into a beautiful yet perilous world, where courage, faith, friendship, and seemingly small choices can alter everything. Each decision opens a different path, and no route is ever entirely safe—or entirely right. This is a story about stepping into the unknown—and about stories coming alive when readers walk inside them. May this world one day find new forms, whether as a game, manga, or anime, and continue its journey alongside those who choose its paths.

Two kingdoms divided by blood. Two hearts bound by fate. One mission that will shake the course of history. When a battle-hardened soldier from the Southern realm is forced to ally with a sheltered young noble from the North, neither expects the bond that will grow between them. Bound by duty, torn by secrets, and hunted by forces that seek to tear them apart—they must survive a mission neither of them chose. As the winds of war stir and political shadows creep across the land, a fragile connection blooms. But love in times of unrest is a dangerous thing. Will loyalty win? Or will the heart rewrite the destiny of nations? The Sky Between Two Kingdoms is an epic tale of love, betrayal, and impossible choices—where every chapter carries the weight of a country, and every glance could mean treason. Perfect for fans of slow-burn romance, forbidden attraction, and deep political fantasy, this story will break you beautifully.

Who is this being who kills other assassins and their cause of death is their own power? It is the copyright killer...

Jack is like any other victim of bullying but he is one day beaten to death. He then wakes up in a different world. He then looks at the date and he sees that he went back in time to the year 1990. 30 years in the past....

This story is written as a gift—first and foremost—for my loyal readers from India, whose presence has never once shifted from the top. Your consistency, curiosity, and quiet companionship through my work have shaped this book more than you may realize. Set in a world that mirrors our own yet feels slightly sharper, this story follows a young protagonist navigating life between contrasting spaces: intimacy and influence, discipline and affection, ordinary routines and expectations far larger than his age. Nothing here is explained loudly. Everything is learned through observation, restraint, and small decisions that carry unexpected weight. Rather than offering spectacle, this story invites you into the spaces between moments—where family dynamics, cultural nuances, and personal growth quietly collide. It is a narrative about learning when to step forward, when to stay silent, and how presence itself can become a form of responsibility. While this book is rooted in a specific cultural landscape, its questions are universal. What does it mean to inherit something unseen? How do we prepare the next generation—not to impress the world, but to stand within it with steadiness and purpose? My hope is simple: that readers from India feel seen and respected, and that readers from elsewhere find something here that gently stays with them—long after the final page. This is not a story that asks to be rushed. It asks to be lived, one quiet moment at a time.

This story is a small gift to several of my readers from Nigeria—for the laughter, warmth, and vibrant life energy that always travels farther than distance. I hope this story, in all its chaos, still finds a place in readers’ hearts. Set in the noise and color of everyday city life, the story follows a young girl who is unintentionally pulled into a chain of events too absurd to be called coincidence. Between narrow alleys, loud voices, and a mother whose presence is more intimidating than the streets themselves, the narrative celebrates humor, resilience, and family dynamics that are tough—but deeply loving. A story about how courage is not always born from wanting to be a hero—sometimes, it simply comes from surviving today, and laughing tomorrow.

This story was first written for a competition. It did not win anything categorize. But it chose to live anyway. My Handsome Dad Has No Friends was born from a simple wish: to hold space for single parent—especially men—who are often expected to be strong, composed, and tireless. And for children who had to grow up earlier than they should. Follows a child and his father—two people navigating a world that rarely asks if they are okay. Behind ordinary routines and quiet moments lie subtle humor, unspoken loneliness, and a love that never demands attention. This is a story about presence. About choosing to stay. And about a family built not from completeness, but from loyalty. My Story does not offer grand answers. It simply reminds us that staying is also a form of courage. If, after reading, you become a little gentler toward your father, a child around you, or yourself— then this story has arrived.

A world ignorant to individual identity. Where one is a part of many and many are made to be one. Was such a world worth living in? Where the accomplishments of one could be made to be anyone else's. Just like the misery of another could be cursed upon any unfortunate rabble. Was such a world worth living in? Eron didn't know the answer, but did it matter? For he hadn't even thought about it... Until inside his memories was unravelled the accursed truth of the world. This world, batten upon the bartering of memories, was holding curtains to secrets that were hooking the feeble strings of the universe in place. The world... the whole universe was being decived! The very foundational laws that spread balance in the universe were being deceived!! And it all slumbered... down where none but the insane venturered. Down past the darkness, beyond the lunatizing maws of the void, and ensnared by the only thing more twisted than the abyss— humans. "Must these sublime secrets be unearthed? They can only shower upon mankind ruin... But I guess I don't have a choice... I never had... It was just meant for me to right the errs of millenniums old. And that's all I must do."

When 98 demons slaughter the knight who protected his coop, Clucksworth — a humble chicken — awakens a power stitched from grief. Armed with a plush lance, cotton armor, and a toy horse, he sets out to avenge his fallen master. Cute? Yes. Deadly? Absolutely.