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Title of True God
Every person tends to have an emotion inside them but not every single one of them can show them properly, 17-year-old Aoi Kichiro is sensitive but incapable of showing his emotions like normal people around him, because of this, his social skills are almost at zero. He is a high school student and has no friends. But one day something happens to him, a change to his life that changes everything for him. The way he looked at his life, They way he looked at other humans. Updates On This Novel Are Slow, Really Slow! Cover Art Credit - ??? Thank you for making this beautiful Art :)
8 203 - In Serial7 Chapters
Coachman's Voyage
For ordinary people, the road is anything but special. It is just an ordinary place that connected many places. They travel on it to get to their next destination. The road itself is not their main concern. It is their destination that matter most. Whatever and whichever road it is, as long as they got to their destination, it really doesn't matter.But for a coachman, it is anything but simple. As they make their livelihood on the road, it has become more than just a simple place that connects one point to another. For them, it is a place that connects stories. It is a place that connects ideas. It is a place that connects people. It is a place that connects life itself. It is their main concern in their entire life. It is their gateway to the strange and magnificent fate itself.
8 126 - In Serial6 Chapters
A Mindless Series of Daemonic Tales
This is just some short stories I have had rattling around in my head. The first is about a lizard that achieves daemonic enlightenment and wreaks havoc. It just a lizard tho so he wont cause too much trouble right? Chapters will appear in dumps ~ 2- 3 weeks now
8 197 - In Serial49 Chapters
Summoned to Another World with My Truck
Some days start out great , early morning drive with your dog, hitting the range. That all changes when your summoned to a diffrent world. Now there's a whole kingdom chasing after me, wanting me either dead or enslaved to fight for them. I mean I know I'm a "Hero" that they summoned, but I'm not interested in fighting a war they started. I do have a couple advantages though, one is my truck that was pulled to the world with me. The other is my dog and funny enough, I was at the range when it happened. So as long as my ammo holds out I should be alright........right? Slow building with litrpg and dungen diving in the future chapters Also sexy elves and beastkin are incoming in the later chapters
8 151 - In Serial5 Chapters
Black Sirens Past Comes To Haunt Her Again [Completed]
Laurel gets affected by a drug.Her pasts comes to haunt her and it's one bad choice to the next to the next....
8 184 - In Serial34 Chapters
The Hunt
Cecily's blade swung, hitting its mark as always. The man's arm fell to the cold grass of the prison with a familiar thud. He let out a blood curdling scream. A warning to the rest. Stay away, the Hunter is here. That's the name they'd given her, the Hunter. After she cut off the man who tried to rape hers masculinity, they stayed away. She'd made it clear anyone who tried to touch her would be hunted and slaughtered. Cecily kneeled down, pushing the man's face into the dirt so she could use his back as a seat while she trifled through his belongings. "You're hurting my ears," she told him, no remorse in her voice. "Quiet down before I really do kill you."The man but his lip, well aware that she wasn't lying. Sobs shook him, making for an uncomfortable seat. She, however, didn't particularly feel the beed to kill him. It happened, not often, but it did. "Oh, hush up," she hissed, taking out a bag of rations with her metal hand, "it doesn't hurt that bad."With her good, human hand, she dropped the plastic bag of food into her own bag. She pushed up, off the man back. As she was about to walk away, bag slung over her shoulder, brushing against her autumn colored braid, she turned back to him. "Consider yourself lucky," she said, no hatred in her voice, there never was. "Consider yourself lucky that you didn't do anything stupid. And even luckier if one of the scum bagged criminals in here feel a little light in their hearts and help you. Consider yourself luckier if you die there."With that, her old black and white Nike sneakers carried her off into the brush of the huge prison.
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