《Alfaaz》21.Amaya
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𝘕𝘢𝘣𝘩𝘢𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺, 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵.
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.
𝘈𝘺𝘴𝘩𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦.
𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘥
𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘻𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘧𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘚𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯.
𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘔𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦. 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸.....
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴.
𝘐 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴, 𝘻𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘬𝘳𝘢𝘮 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘴. 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘬𝘰𝘥𝘦.
𝘐𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.
𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦. 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩. 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘸.
𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵.
"𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸" 𝘐 𝘯𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦.
𝘞𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵.
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𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦.
𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘺. 𝘐 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦.
𝘐 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘈 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴.
"𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘮𝘮?" 𝘏𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬.
𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬.
"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦."
"𝘖𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺."
"𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘶𝘱𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘻𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘮..."
"𝘕𝘢𝘣𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶" 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴.
"𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴."
"𝘕𝘰.... 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦."𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦
I squealed standing from my seat. I looked around to find myself in office with lights off and moonlight illuminate the office from the floor length glass windows.
Taking few breaths I drink the the water from the glass kept over the table.
"I should really stop this"walking to the attached room I changed my clothes in soft white loose baggy kameez which reached my knees and salwar which too was big but can be wear.
Doing wuzu I prayed my salah than done with the day I sat in front of the window where moon was lighted but rain was heavy too. Saying about the argument they both had before showing up.
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I walked out of the cabin to see dim lights on, walking in the small cafe corner I prepared a cup of coffee well three cups of different flavours.
I quite on chai as it reminds me of him which is really dangerous for me.
Walking in the cabin with tray of cups of coffee and some cookies plain one.
I sat again with soft music behind enjoying my cup of coffee
🎶Raat raat main raaz raaz main
Dil kahye kya kya
Sath sath main baat kay sily
Mila rahe kya kya
Hawao main khuli hain teri aahate
Magar doriyaan saje howe hain
Kahaniyou ky sath chalty
Jaise muddate see howe hain
Pare pare juda juda
Teri tarah mujhe laga
Tera nahi ya dil mera
Tujhe say hain ya ja mila.🎶
Smiling to myself I saw a lightening which really was beautiful. I get fascinated when it's lightening or with the voice of thunder.
Again my mind wavered with thoughts of him. His eyes, his smiles his touch, his voice everything his presence still is what I crave for.
"Ya Allah sabr!" I sighed closing my eyes.
Taking a deep breath I finished the cup and cookies it were the best choice of my cousin.
My office is really spacious with a attached room for me. Well my papa's love for me. Than this dreamy window which showes how far I came and achieved in life and now am at the top of everything.
Than this table in front of window, a wall full of some novals and business books and another had files.
A small fridge which is full with chocolates and cold drinks a stand where my abhaya is hanging.
At the centre is a set of sofa which have a table in middle, two three seat sofa and two single seat sofa which are soft a comfortable like if I get tired and sleep I might wake up the next day. A comfortable sofa again right in front of window where I am seated now Than last in farthest corner is massaging chair which I used once.
I stood and held the tray to keep all these. Walking out I kept the tray and all washed cups in stand drying my hands I walked out to complete atleast five files tonight.
As soon as I stepped out of the office my head hit a hard wall which was not a wall but a familier chest where I once had laid on.
Similar warmth and protected waft of smell surrounded me. I looked up to see him so close to me after years.
My breath hitched when I drink in his state which screamed rich and demanded people to bow to him. His facial expressions were sharpened more.
To be continue......
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Blood & Noodles
[participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge] As they always have, humanity hunts the gods roaming the world, craving the supernatural power that flows within their veins. Even a drop is zealously guarded, passed from master to student through the ages. It is with this stolen power that the Blooded - those with divine blood coursing through them - grasp beyond mortality and achieve prestige, power, and greatness. Yet, for every fraction of power gained, thousands perish, slain by the gods' supernatural prowess. But everything is beginning to change. Eight years ago, for the first time in human memory, a god was felled. Part-time chef and full-time nuisance Orvi wants nothing to do with gods. Living in a derelict city, his only concerns are ensuring his adopted family's restaurant is prosperous and how to best beat the neighbourhood boys in a fight. If he's lucky, he might even snag a date with the farmer's daughter at the market. But even though he cares nothing for the gods or their blood, the world won't leave him alone forever. Because to reach godhood, one must first leave their humanity behind. *** The first arc of Blood & Noodles follows the adolescent Orvi as he attempts to navigate his rapidly changing home and - by his own definition - protect his family. The story is told almost entirely in the first-person, from the perspective of a teenager who isn't always the sharpest tool in the shed. There are tragic elements, especially in the current arc. It's character-focused and driven, though the protagonist's shenanigans are backdropped by a world operating independently from him. Orvi's a generally light-hearted character, and though the story veers into darker territory, I also want it to be able to make readers smile. Action sequences, despite the fantastical elements, are meant to be grounded and clearly-conveyed; Orvi is a brawler, not a warrior. I'm trying to write a story that's enjoyable to read and flows nicely, mainly because it's more fun to write. I'm also trying to improve my writing, so any feedback, whether positive or negative, is welcome!
8 274Babel - The Path to Ascension: The Golden Children
For as long as there has been time, there has been the tower, Babel. Standing tall, across a million universes, lay a holy land for those afraid of death. Within the tower there are those who hold the secret to attaining immortality. Nine clans, each governing an aspect of reality.When one of those clans is utterly wiped out by an unknown assailant it sends tremors that will change the very life and destinies of trillions of people within the tower. Now, seven years later, a boy called Laurence is drawn into the path into the tower and begins a journey that will reshape him from the innocent, inquisitive child he began as. The story is published every Monday and Friday on http://babelthepath.blogspot.com so if you enjoy the series, come and have a look at it there. Royal Road is always going to be ten chapters behind, until I complete the series at least.If you wish to support Babel, you can go over to my Patreon page at http://bit.ly/stormeater
8 227Necromancer King
Sometimes, you just want to release your pent up anger form real life. And one of the best places to do it is in a game. Ever since its launch, World of Aingarrth allowed players to fulfill their wish. Do you want to be an asshole? Go ahead. Do you want to be a shiny white knight? You do you. Players are free to choose and define themselves in the brand new VRMMORPG. It takes the world by storm. Not only by how unique the MMORPG is, but also because there is roleplay mode. It allows people to set their own settings, either fantasy towns, schools or even graveyards. Then, choose scenarios that are going to happen, like getting married or saving a princess. They would then play as the main character, and the story adapts to their decision. Kei, a 29-year-old corner store clerk, decided to try it out. He has enough of his plain boring life, where many people treat him like trash. Each time after work, he would spend hours playing the game, even if it means he must sacrifice his sleep. He sometimes plays the roleplay mode, but he is more attracted to the MMORPG mode His passion inspires a certain guild leader, who takes him in and makes him his vice. With his help, the guild slowly builds up, until it gets to be the biggest villains guild in the server. One day, after work, Kei is about to launch the game when he fell asleep. When he opens his eyes, he is surprised to find himself laying on a pedestal in a tomb. With a girl kneeling beside him. He didn't realize he was transported to another world. Nor that there were others who were transported there too. A/N : The story is being rewritten. Photo by Mike Ko on Unsplash
8 123Numb
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A group of people dies in a plane crash, but their souls are snatched away by an entity called the Highest One, that wants to make them the gods of a new world in order to guide and control its population. One of the passengers, Viktor, protests this, saying that the people of the new world should be entitled to find their own path in life without immortal beings ruling over them. The Highest One then ask Viktor if he really has that much faith in humanity, and after Viktor answer positively he made him into the God of Hell, tasked with redeeming the souls of the damned, as a way to test Viktor's faith in humanity... EDIT: I'm reworking this novel a bit, changing the first chapters from the "screenplay" form to standard prose. I should be done and start a shedule of one chapter per week at the end of february.
8 139Nico di Angelo x Reader Oneshots
Hello, (Y/n)! In this book of oneshots, YOU are the main character. And it looks like a certain son of Hades has taken an interest in you *wink wink*
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