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Death at my door

Have you ever wondered what happens during death—or what lingers after it? I have. I saw it. I endured it. And it is a story I wish I could forget. Ann Jones lived an ordinary life, indistinguishable from millions of others, until the cruel hand of fate closed around her and shattered everything she knew. What followed was not a single death, but many—each one different, each one more horrific than the last. There are countless ways to die. Accidents, poison, drowning etc. Now imagine one person forced to experience all of them. Ann is trapped in a living hell no human should ever know. Every death strips away another piece of her sanity. Every rebirth drags her back into suffering she cannot escape. With each return, her hope erodes, replaced by a single desperate wish: for life to finally end. To Ann, she wonders what can end her suffering But when she is forced to relive the torment yet again, she begins to question the purpose behind her suffering. Why her? Why this endless cycle? And what unseen force stands at the door between life, death, and rebirth? “No… I don’t want rebirth,” Ann sobbed, clutching her head as her thoughts unraveled. “I just want it to be over. Once and for all. Why me? Why me?” As her sanity fractures, Ann must confront a terrifying truth: Rebirth is not a gift. It is the cruelest form of torture. Rebirth is good when you're able to change what pain you felt before but when rebirth increases the pain what's the point. And if she cannot change what happens at the door of death, she may never truly escape it. Genre: Thriller / MysteryTone: Dark, haunting, yet threaded with fragile hopeCore Themes: Survival, human experimentation, the meaning of death, the cost of rebirth
light_feathers · 3k Views

Scholar's Mate

“In an age where knowledge cuts deeper than knives, Victoria is about to learn far more than is safe for any soul to bear.” Victoria and Robert were torn from the gentle dullness of their ordinary century and cast into a realm governed by proto-concepts—those ancient, unblinking truths from which life, death, and divinity themselves are carved. Proclaimed “Heroes” by a world too desperate to question its own choices, they were commanded to rise in strength, confront a Demon Lord, and deliver salvation to a land that had never been theirs. Robert donned the mantle with the fervour of a man stepping into destiny. Victoria… hesitated. And in that hesitation, something old—older than scripture, older than light—turned its gaze toward her. She felt its attention like a draft through a locked room. In a moment poised between terror and terrible understanding, she accepted its offer: a contract sealed in silence, a year of her life exchanged for a thing that should never have been permitted to exist. Not in this world. Not in any. She did not yet grasp that, in straying from the Hero’s ordained path, she had not merely shifted her fate— she had begun to unwrite the very scaffolding of her humanity. Now Victoria walks like a phantom through a world that has marched on without her— one year behind the celebrated Hero, yet burdened with an insight so sharp it threatens to cut her free from mortality itself. She can now trespass upon knowledge forbidden to scholars, sorcerers, or even those who stand at the pinnacle of human mastery. She commits the kind of acts whispered only of beings who have stepped beyond the human threshold… and never returned. And in a world built on primordial, immovable truths, one truth endures: Knowledge is power. But power, when mishandled, becomes a curse that devours its bearer— quietly, inevitably, like rot beneath embroidered silk.
NovaLumin · 67.6k Views

India 1990: From ₹100 to a Fortune

In 1990, India stood on the edge of historic change—economic uncertainty, social upheavals, and the whispers of liberalization that would soon reshape the nation. Amidst this backdrop, a young dreamer begins his journey with nothing but ₹100 in his pocket and an unshakable determination to change his destiny. India 1990: From ₹100 to Fortune is a gripping tale of resilience, ambition, and survival against the odds. From the bustling bazaars and chaotic streets of small-town India to the glittering promise of big-city success, the story follows a man who refuses to be bound by his circumstances. As every rupee becomes a gamble and every setback a test, he navigates betrayal, friendship, love, and the harsh lessons of ambition. This is not just a rags-to-riches tale, but also a mirror to India itself—emerging from struggles, breaking old shackles, and stepping into a new era of opportunities. Will sheer willpower and grit be enough to turn a single ₹100 note into a legacy of fortune? Or will the chaos of an India in transition swallow his dreams? A tale of perseverance, business, and the spirit of a nation in transformation—India 1990: From ₹100 to Fortune will inspire, challenge, and move you. (Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction inspired by historical settings. While the backdrop reflects certain socio-economic events in India during the 1990s, it is not a factual or complete historical account. Some names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination, while others may have been adapted in a fictional manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This story is not intended to offend or target any religion, caste, culture, community, or belief system. It should be read solely as a tale of ambition, perseverance, and transformation during a period of national change.)
KING_Novel · 449k Views

Sold At Sea

This was supposed to be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Serving as an executive waitress with one of the country’s most elite ushering agencies—assigned to attend a luxury cruise ship event meant for the powerful and the untouchable. Who would have known that luxury hides monsters? My name is Daisy Walker. During a high-profile event at sea, I was selected among a few waitresses chosen to serve the VVIP guests. I was excited—more than excited. High pay. Elite connections. A future I had only dreamed of. The event began flawlessly. Music echoed across the deck. Glasses clinked. Laughter floated through the night air, as though nothing in the world could ever go wrong. “Daisy Walker.” Our manager’s voice cut through the noise. I straightened my uniform and walked toward him, professional, composed—smiling. “Yes, Sir James.” His stoic expression warned me even before he spoke. No mistakes. Absolute perfection. “Deliver these drinks to the VVIP section,” he ordered, eyes sharp. “And remember—no mistakes.” I nodded curtly and pushed the cart filled with wine glasses and plated desserts, smoothing my dress as I headed toward the restricted deck. I wish someone had warned me. I wish I had listened. As I neared the VVIP door, the room beside it—wide open—caught my attention. My steps slowed. Then stopped. My feet rooted to the floor. Inside the room were young women… and girls—their faces pale, eyes filled with terror. Some were crying. Some were frozen. A man sat calmly on a chair. Dangerous tattoos coiled around his left arm as he marked something on a paper, expression cold and detached. He looked up suddenly, glaring at the other men in the room. They were arguing. I didn’t even see where the gun came from. A loud bang echoed. One of the men collapsed to the floor, blood pooling beneath him. The women screamed. My hands flew to my mouth as I muffled my own cry. What the hell is this? What have I just witnessed? My fingers shook as I discreetly pulled out my phone—recording. I had to leave. I had to run. But it was already too late. The man’s devilish eyes landed on me. Without blinking, his lips curved into a slow, dark smirk. I turned to flee. Two large men appeared out of nowhere, grabbing my arms and crushing me in place. “Let me go!” I screamed, hoping—praying—someone would hear me. “Damn it!” one of them barked. “She was recording us!” My phone was ripped from my hand. Shock flooded my face. Then— A burning slap struck my cheek. I screamed. And everything went black.
Ruomindset25 · 2.2k Views