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Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.
NehaPriaa · 319k Views

Man Is A Monster

#NO-HAREM SECT #NOT a translation or mtl. #NO AI #Strong language Synopsis/ If familiarity mattered, Water wouldn't boil fish, The sea wouldn't drown sailors, Nor fire betray its own kiss. If closeness meant mercy, Storms would spare the trees, The sun would cradle deserts, And wounds would bloom with ease. But nature holds no promise, Nor does fate shed a tear, For even the shore, though it loves the waves, Watches them disappear. If love alone could save, The night would shelter the stars, The thorn would soften for roses, And scars would cradle our scars ______________ First person/ And when death finds me, it will find nothing to take only a body that once pretended to live. My soul will have rotted long before eaten away by my own despair. My heart will not beat in fear, for it has been weary for so long that even death will pity it and in that final moment, there will be no cry, only the cruel truth that I had already been dead while life still demanded I breathe ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Second person/ I wanted to change the world too, I wanted my name to be known enough that I'd be taught in schools. I feared, and still do, of my name being forgotten. I might not be able to change the life of generations to come, but I decided to help the people around me as much as I can. I offer my money to beggars and the homeless, I try to make children on the bus laugh, I give up my seat whenever I can, I give compliments to strangers and I try to cheer up people who have lost the light. In the end it's all worthwhile. I may not invent time travel, but I have had close friends tell me they don't know where they'd be if I wasn't there for them, or if they'd even be alive. So for all that matters, I have changed the world, I have saved people, even if it's just one. I was a Hero, even though it was only me who knew that. _________________ A Naruto FF Slight AU ---------------------------- Disclaimer: Except OC, nothing is mine.
FromJupiter · 1.8k Views

Shifter - Infinite Transformation

He never dreamed of falling from a flying ship. It was more of a nightmare. Instead, Xavier dreamed of awakening a great Power. One that could turn the tide against monstrous hordes and bring justice to those oppressed and forgotten. He longed to explore the vast realm, aid those in need, and carve out a life brimming with adventure, danger, and the perfect balance of joy and excitement. Fate, however, had other plans with him. Kidnapped immediately after the Choosing, the realm Xavier knew changed forever. His nightmare turned to reality, and he fell from a flying ship. Jumped. And all just because the gods had chosen a Power for him – a Power feared by the Order, dreaded by the rulers of the Overworld, and coveted by the cunning Lords of the Netherworld. Xavier awakened Shift. A Cursed Power of unimaginable might, a force as perilous as it was formidable—perhaps stronger than anyone dared imagine. But he knows nothing of that. Follow Xavier as he learns more about the realm and its inhabitants. Follow his journey through the realms as he and his comrades seek to carve their names into the very Essence of all that was. But first, Xavier has to survive falling from the sky. After that, he could probably figure out what his stalker wants from him. *** Release schedule once premium 14x/week Extra chapters can be earned through powerstones and golden tickets. Cover - AI(temporarily - Several artists have been contacted.)
HideousGrain · 150.5k Views

Noir.R, My Husband? Nah!

“She forgot him. He became the story she couldn’t stop reading.” Anaya Sharma is an English teacher with a perfectly respectable life… and a perfectly questionable secret. By day, she teaches grammar, discipline, and moral lessons. By night, she secretly reads romance novels—completely hooked on the dangerously addictive words of the mysterious, anonymous author… Noir.R. No face. No identity. Just stories that feel a little too real. Stories she definitely shouldn’t be feeling this much. But life takes an unexpected turn when Anaya finds herself married to Reyansh Malhotra— a calm, composed, and slightly intimidating doctor who seems… perfectly normal. At least, that’s what she tells herself. Because sometimes— the way he speaks feels oddly familiar. Sometimes— his words sound like they’ve been taken straight out of the pages she secretly reads. And sometimes… he looks at her like he knows something she doesn’t. Coincidence? Probably. (Definitely.) …Right? What Anaya doesn’t know— is that her story with Reyansh didn’t begin here. Years ago, in the quiet corners of a school library and rain-soaked evenings, they had already met. Already fallen. Already broken. A misunderstanding. A moment seen, not understood. And a goodbye that never came. She left. Without answers. Without memories. He stayed. With everything. And when the silence became too loud, Reyansh turned his pain into words— Stories filled with longing, loss, and emotions so raw that readers could feel them… without ever knowing the truth behind them. Because every story he wrote— was about her. Now, years later, fate brings them together again— Not as lovers. But as strangers tied by marriage. Anaya doesn’t remember him. But sometimes— a name slips. A feeling lingers. A line from a novel feels like it’s questioning her. And Reyansh? He remembers everything. Every moment. Every word. Every goodbye she never said. Now he stands at a crossroad— Tell her the truth and risk breaking her all over again… or stay silent, and love her like it’s the first time. Because what happens when fiction starts bleeding into reality? And what if the man she married isn’t just hiding secrets— but has been writing them all along? And maybe the real question isn’t— who is Noir.R? But— what happens when she finally remembers?
Aanvya · 1.2k Views