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"The saddest songs are the ones only the heart can hear." Don't Mind the Lyrics is a poetry collection for the brokenhearted, the dreamers, and the ones who love in silence. Each verse is a melody of late-night thoughts, whispered regrets, and the ache of unspoken words. From the sorrow of one-sided love to the weight of loneliness, these poems capture the raw emotions that linger long after the world has fallen asleep. If you've ever found yourself lost in the lyrics of a song that wasn’t meant for you, this book is your anthem.

“I just wanna have a bit of fun and mess with people." said Aiden Prewett—the famous descendant of a dragon family, master alchemist, seeker of the path of the mind, prodigy in everything he learns, friend to gnomes and destined sovereign of the Deep World. Guided by a mysterious system, Aiden sweeps the audience into a dazzling magical realm. Here, he races along the road of arcane discovery, unraveling the secrets of magic and relentlessly climbing toward the summit of the soul. But shadows from the past stir. Malice festers in hidden corners of the mind, and ancient crises relentlessly pursue him. As Aiden battles these inner and outer demons, his journey transforms from playful mischief to a heroic ascent—one that may end with him claiming the throne of the gods themselves. -------------------------------------------------------- Guest Reactions: Dumbledore: "I have a weak heart, let me go." Snape: "You are born evil..." Voldemort: "No, no, why would I..." — Magic Meets Beyonder/Pathway— Incorporating LOTM and Harry Potter concepts I've Deleted the Nationalism, corrected the Dialogues, Names, Charms, Spells and Sequence and made some changes to certain things. Hope you like it! ___________________________ Get access to advanced chapters at my P@treon. [email protected]/meowthtl 300 gems = 1 bonus chapter 500 gems = another bonus chapter

This is the story of an ordinary person kcking the bucket in his world and then, after having a brief encounter with a shady ROB masquerading as a company, he finds himself in the MCU. His arrival in that particular universe was not without bumps. As a direct consequence of the bumpy ride, he found himself being shackled with a unique condition. This is the story of Axle Riddle, an incomplete Avatar of the Sage Force. Read more to find out. For extra chapters - www.Patreon.com/idlemuse

A soul from another world awakens as Yamanaka Ino, born into the dangerous yet familiar ninja world of Konoha. With memories of another life and knowledge of the future, she slowly realizes this is no dream, this life is real. In a land shaped by blood and destiny, she begins her new life with only one wish: To live. To survive. And to be remembered.

Synopsis Reborn as Drogon, the black dragon from Game of Thrones,—only to have his thoughts secretly overheard by the Dragon Queen. Drogon: “These two foolish dragons need proper training. Don’t let them die so easily—it’d disgrace our dragon kind.” Daenerys: “Jhiqui, from now on, don’t feed Rhaegal and—” Novel Info: Eminent Writer Status: Completed Chapters: 424 Language: English For Patreon Shop: patreon.com/c/EminentWriter

Yin Shen’s name is God. He never thought that one day he would really become a god. author: Blowing in history ( everything belong to him and him alone, I just distribute his work because I love them.) also after reading please review it will help and for dose who follow my books sorry for not posting for so long.

William Conwell only wanted one peaceful evening: start a fresh Baldur’s Gate 3 run, make a character he wouldn’t hate in two hours, and, for once, actually get past Act I without deleting everything out of spite. After endless tweaking, experimenting, and contemplating his life choices, he finally crafted the perfect protagonist: Vrinn, a half-Drow Storm Sorcerer with wild white hair, storm-touched eyes, and zero facial hair. A sleek, striking, “I’m absolutely the main character” kind of look. He clicked BEGIN ADVENTURE. The screen flashed white. And William’s soul vanished from Earth. Across the planes, on the world of Toril, fate was twisting. A young half-Drow, Vrinn, had just been seized by Mind Flayers. Terror drowned out every rational thought as he was forced into a pod, a tadpole driven behind his eye. His heart couldn’t bear the shock. It stopped. His soul slipped away. And at that exact moment, William’s reincarnating soul arrived. Not gently. Not cleanly. But violently, crashing through the dying body’s fading life-force and slamming into the middle of the ceremorphosis ritual. The result was something the multiverse was not designed for. William awakens submerged in viscous alien fluid, lungs burning, mind fogged. Lights strobe. Flesh and steel writhe together around him. The Nautiloid groans as explosions tear through its hull. And something wriggles behind his eye. But what should have been the birth of a new Mind Flayer… isn’t. The ceremorphosis sequence was interrupted, its biological rewrite colliding with William’s reincarnating soul. Instead of transforming him, the tadpole is forcibly fused with him, its instincts mixing with his consciousness, its psionic blueprint overlaying his human soul. The Storm Sorcery meant for Vrinn is overwritten, the Weave itself bending under the strain. In its place, new magic awakens, cold, psychic, alien. A mind not entirely his own. An Aberrant Mind Sorcerer, formed from a merger that should be impossible. Dripping with mucus, breath hitching like a bad Wi‑Fi signal, and magic sparking at the edges of his scrambled brain, William hauls himself out of the pod. The Nautiloid is in full catastrophic meltdown mode. Somewhere, voices are screaming. Overhead, tentacles thrash through the sky like they’re auditioning for an avant‑garde interpretive dance. All he wanted was to hit “New Save Game.” Instead, he’s stuck in Faerûn, inhabiting a body that should’ve been deleted from the character creation screen, packing powers that read like patch notes from a bugged update, sharing headspace with an Illithid parasite, and nursing the sneaking suspicion that the universe clicked the wrong file. Still, if this is the glitchy respawn he’s got, he’ll make it work. Maybe even have some fun. After all, if the multiverse shoves a cosmic horror into your brain, you might as well see what kind of cool tricks it comes with.

After dying one of the most shameful deaths imaginable, I was granted a second chance. I reincarnated into the world of Akame ga Kill, an anime I’d watched ages ago. Not as the main character. Not even a side character. Just an extra. But Lady Luck decided to drip her love nectar on me, blessing me with a lost, undocumented Teigu; the Absolute Hypnosis Teigu. And as if that wasn’t enough… I now have a big dick. With this newfound power, I’ll do whatever the hell I please, things I’ve always dreamed of. I’ll fuck whoever I want, and I’ll cuck that pathetic excuse for a main character who never had the balls to do what needed to be done. “All the heroines’ pussies shall belong to me, only I have the right to fill them with my cream!”

Just when one of my bids to escape from my ever-absent father and overbearing mother failed, I found myself Isekai'd. No big deal, really. Nowadays everyone gets Isekai'd, right? But, I tasted something addictive in the Pokemon World, something I craved for in our world too: Freedom. The excitement I feel when I think of mind-blowing battles I can participate in the Pokemon world helped me decide my future quite quickly, of course. Now, all I have to do, like any good Pokemon fan, is to be the very best. Why don't you join me? .................... -Release schedule: Sunday and Thursday 9:30pm(IST)- total 4 chaps. -The ecchi tag is because the story is intended for 13+ audience and for my creative freedom. But, there won't be too much exploration in that aspect. - The fanfic is mainly about battles and realistic exploration of the Pokemon world, so the Pokemon world is going to be very AU, without losing its original charm. Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon; otherwise, the target demographic would have been different.

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"