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20 hours ago · Updated to #12
Harun adalah anak tunggal. Keluarga Harun adalah keluarga yang kaya untuk ukuran kampung. Keluarga mereka mempunyai berhektar-hektar tanah, puluhan sapi, ratusan kambing dan ayam.
Hanya 2 keluarga di desa itu yang memiliki truk dan mobil pick up, itulah keluarga Harun dan keluarga Pak Haji Amir. Namun keluarga Harun masih lebih kaya dari pada keluarga Pak Haji Amir.
Dikarenakan keluarga Harun adalah keluarga yang kaya, maka sedari kecil Harun mendapatkan segala macam fasilitas yang tidak dimiliki orang lain di kampung, seperti video player VHS.
Bahkan keluarga Pak Haji hanya memiliki video player Betamax yang gambarnya tak sebagus VHS. Suatu kali setelah pulang bertamasya dari Jakarta, Bapaknya Harun membeli video bokep
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7 hours ago · Updated to #7
Conflict is regarded by some as a poison that continually lays waste to mortal-kind. By others it is defined as the very life blood- the driving force that makes life evolve. Some may view it as both, essential like water though too much and one will surely pass. And for those whom this story began with, they might certainly argue that they've had far too much to drink.
Many an event has transpired over the course since this world's creation. It has been 17 years since ten came together to tell a tale within the realm of PSony-3 via the Home Lands. It has been 15 years since the start of the Warring States- the fall of kingdoms and the war of businesses, and of course the devastating guild wars of the Demonic Arms and the Cynder Alliance. 11 years since the Terminator Wars which culminated in the end of Home a decade ago. 9 years since the Dark Council and 8 since the Tatara Conflict. 7 since the notorious battle of Order and Chaos, 6 since the Reaper Insurrection alongside the Demon Rebellion. 5 years since the Tatara fell, and 4 since the last tale was told. And here we are, 2025, where the next chapter is about to unfold.
Though it has not been exclusively violence along the war. Many a character arc, many a bonding moment between allies, the formation of families, the games and tales shared between. Those with motivations of grandeur, those with desires of vengeance, those with plans to change the world itself, and those who... want to open a tea shop and sing songs on the beach? WHO WROTE THIS?!
A Fantasy DnD, minus the DnD, plus the writers, plus the community. A world where you can be anyone or anything, where anything is possible. A place for those wandering aimlessly with no insight or direction to what they want.
To you we say... Welcome Home~
World Anvil (Wiki) Link: https://www.worldanvil.com/w/soul-fall-astormsong
My Site (and for the Discord/Facebook Links): https://froststormproductions.com/soul-fall-series/
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[Vol 1 Synopsis]
Though the foundation of the world appears to be one of chaos, there does exist order. For decades, powerful orders have stood atop the world to preserve their fair share of peace and justice. Even as powers threatening their respective worlds raged forward, those under the protection of the Great Powers would not buckle. One such order is that of the Shadow Dominions, one which holds a special place in their heart for the 'lesser' races such as the Demonic. Regardless of their desire to crusade and take more of the demon lands, few powers in history have successfully challenged the full might of the Dominions... though in recent times, tragedy has befallen the order.
With the loss of Shadow Blackheart, head of both it and the Blackheart family- the loss of his cabinet and top leaders to unknown circumstance. With the deaths of several of his heirs, including the infamous Zero Blackheart and the next-in-line Leo Blackheart. With the failed coordination as the juggernaut moves so clumsily to maintain itself without a proper head. With all of it together, the future of the Dominion's hold appears bleak.
Already foreign powers and smaller factions make their plays to take territory and assets from the Dominions, and the protection of peace upheld by the group has all but disappeared as they struggle to hold on. With rivals and far far smaller yet significantly vile powers vying for control, what will befall those caught in the crossfire? The movement of rivals like the Legion of the Stars and the United Dimension Federation, the return of powerful guilds like the Demonic Arms and the Unending Empire, the threats of long-since-silent adversaries to the common people within the Demon Worlds and outside... what the future holds is nothing but uncertainty.
With the power balance disrupted, those who live within the fragile system will have to navigate carefully to avoid their own destruction.
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3 days ago · Updated to #16
In the heart of the Sahara Desert, where only whispers of the past echo across the endless dunes, lies the forgotten kingdom of Dungu-a once-vibrant realm blessed with lush vegetation, shimmering gold, and life-giving waters. Two decades ago, the land thrived under the watchful eyes of sun and land gods, their powers harnessed by the people for prosperity and abundance. But as the flames of greed ignited, the kingdom crumbled, burying its secrets beneath the shifting sands of time.
Fast forward to 2025, a diverse group of history students embarks on an adventurous trip to explore the Sahara desert. Among them are Ewe Rose, a resourceful young woman with dreams of a brighter future, Nandi Gutt, a spirited girl, Renny Smith, an American exchange student with depression and a secret story, and Edi Danny, a local boy whose heritage is steeped in the tales of the desert.
When a chance encounter with the remnants of the kingdom awakens the long-dormant powers of the land and sun gods, the four friends find themselves imbued with incredible abilities: the power to summon rain, healing, teleportion cultivate flourishing crops, and unearth precious minerals hidden beneath the surface. United by their newfound gifts but burdened by the weight of Dungu's past, they must navigate the complexities of their powers and the responsibilities that come with them.
As they unravel the secrets of Dungu, the group faces challenges that test their friendships, courage, and understanding of their place in the world. They must confront the shadows of greed that once toppled the kingdom and learn that true wealth lies not in riches, but in harmony with nature and each other.
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13 hours ago · Updated to #27
Kasi Williams, a young black woman from Detroit, has always found solace in the quiet strength of her independence. After the tragic loss of her parents in a devastating car accident when she was just a child, she and her older brother Jason clung to each other, building a life from the fragments of their shattered world. But when Jason is killed in a police shooting ruled an "accident," Kasi's heart is left in ruins. Seeking escape from the pain, she leaves everything behind and retreats to a serene, distant village in China, where the rolling hills and tranquil rivers offer a fragile promise of peace.
There, she meets Tang Wei Long (唐伟龙), a man whose name echoes wealth and prosperity, but whose life is shrouded in the cold isolation of his family's industrial empire. The Tangs, owners of a vast network of electronics factories in the bustling industrial hub of Suzhou, Jiangsu Province, are known for their power and influence. Yet, Wei Long is drawn to Kasi not for her knowledge of his wealth, but for her authenticity-a rare gem in a world of superficial admiration.
When Wei Long first hears Kasi singing to a group of children, her voice carried a haunting beauty that stirs something deep within him. But as he tries to break through the walls she has built around her heart, he realizes that love may be the one thing his fortune cannot buy.
Will Wei Long's relentless pursuit of Kasi's heart be enough to mend the fractures of her past? Or will the weight of their differences keep them forever apart? Dive into this emotionally charged journey and discover if love can bloom where the world least expects it.
UPDATES WILL BE RANDOM.
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14 hours ago · Updated to #11
For 21 years, he worked in the shadows, carving a path through corruption, betrayal, and blood, all in search of his sister.When the truth shattered his world—that the very company he served had torn his family apart—Ronin destroyed it, but lost everything in the process.
Now, Ronin finds himself in a strange new world, brought there by Drax, the Mighty Dragon God, who sacrificed himself to summon him. But Ronin is no ordinary being—he has yet to realize his latent origins and powers.After traveling for a while, he finds himself in the care of a dwarf… named Warzheil and Drax's daughter, Gloria.
He seeks no war, no throne—only peace.But fate has other plans, and in this world of swords and spirits, peace may be the hardest battle of all.
Weekly 1 chapter will be uploaded.And 1000 views = +1 chapter
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2 days ago · Updated to #5
Aaliya never imagined stepping into the shadows of a world that wasn’t hers—until Faris Al-Fayez. Cold, untouchable, and carrying sins heavier than the night, he is a man with blood on his hands and secrets in his eyes. Aaliya is everything he isn’t—devout, determined, and dangerously out of place in his world.
"You don’t belong here, sweetheart.""And yet, here I am."
She only wanted answers, but Faris doesn’t do favors for free. Caught between faith and desire, love and destruction, Aaliya finds herself pulled deeper into the storm that is him. But when the past comes knocking and enemies close in, she and Faris must make a choice—walk away or risk losing everything, including each other.
A gripping story of forbidden love, faith, and a man who was never meant to be hers.
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1 day ago · Updated to #6
Chapter 1 Refining Orb
Negram was running swiftly, alone in the forest. He hadn’t even found a moment to rest, as the Uzqarks were chasing him. “Do they know that I have the Orb?” he muttered to himself. As fear took hold of him, he started doubting whether he could escape at all. He didn’t even know where the others were. He quickly tried to sense their Ghu, but his efforts were in vain,he couldn’t feel anything. Had they been killed? he began to wonder.
Under normal circumstances, he would have gone back for them. However, as his bleeding worsened, exhaustion weighed down on him. Even though his conscience wouldn’t allow it, the very thought of leaving the others behind filled him with rage. But there was nothing he could do. Even if he kept running, he wasn’t sure if he could escape Mirenyum. His only hope was the Orb in his hands, perhaps the Orb was his ticket out.
Negram kept running without hesitation, but suddenly, an overwhelming surge of Ghu energy struck him, slamming him to the ground like an insect. Struggling to get back on his feet, he tried to determine the source of this immense power. In Mirenyum, only the Vexeperons possessed such a high level of Ghu. The mere thought that one of them was after him was terrifying. He was beginning to understand just how valuable the Orb truly was.
As Negram felt the crushing force of Ghu energy intensify, he realized his pursuer was close. "In this state, I won’t stand a chance," he whispered to himself. Even at his best, how long could he possibly last?
Using the last of his Ghu, he summoned Ne’lix and then collapsed into unconsciousness. Ne’lix seized Negram in its claws and swiftly carried him away.
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2 weeks ago · Updated to #1
This is not your story
By SapoornaDedicationFor the ones who watched quietly.And for the ones who spoke when it mattered.PrefaceThere are stories that belong to everyone.And there are stories that belong to no one.This is not your story.It is mine.It is hers.It is a space between silence and sound.I didn’t write this for everyone.I wrote this for someone who needed it.If you are holding this, maybe it’s you.And maybe it’s not.But you are here now.That’s enough. 1Neel sat by the window again. He always did. As if it was some old habit, some ritual to remind himself that he was still breathing. His hands rested on the chipped wooden frame, his fingers tracing invisible maps on its surface. Outside, the world moved. People moved. Time moved. But Neel, he stayed still like a word caught between two pages, waiting to be read but never spoken aloud.He had learned to be silent long before he had learned to speak. Not the kind of silence that draws attention, but the sort that wraps around your existence like a second skin. It was not dramatic. It was not noticeable. It was mundane. The kind of silence that seeps into your bones until it feels natural. Until you forget what it was like to be heard.As a child, Neel was always called the quiet one. Teachers wrote it on his report cards. Relatives mentioned it like an apology when introducing him. "He’s quiet, but he’s good," they would say, as though the two things could not exist separately. No one ever asked why he was quiet. They didn’t need to. They had already written his story for him.But Neel didn’t want their story. He didn’t want their definitions.He grew up in a house where the clocks ticked louder than conversations. His mother hummed old songs in the kitchen, her voice soft and tired, as though she was singing to herself and not to the boy at the table. His father read the newspaper every evening with furrowed brows, shaking his head at things Neel didn’t understand. They loved him, he knew. But they didn’t know him. They loved the idea of him . their son, the boy who would make them proud one day.But he wasn’t proud of himself. He wasn’t sure he even knew how to be.In school, he sat in the corner of the classroom, always by the window, where the light could reach him even if no one else did. He was the boy who didn't raise his hand. Not because he didn't know the answer, but because he didn't see the point. They measured brilliance in ranks and percentages, and Neel had no interest in running races that felt rigged before they began.He spent his breaks alone, sketching in a small, worn notebook. His drawings weren’t pretty. They were messy and dark, full of shadows and crooked lines. But they were honest. More honest than he could ever be with words. The other boys played cricket. The girls huddled in corners, whispering secrets he was never meant to hear. And Neel? Neel drew worlds where no one asked him to be something he wasn’t.By the time he was sixteen, he had stopped trying to explain himself. He walked through life like a ghost, present but unseen. Teachers forgot his name during roll call. Friends drifted away like smoke through an open window. Even his parents spoke to him in instructions, not conversations.“Study harder.”“You can’t waste time like this.”“What will you do with your life?”He didn’t have answers for them. He wasn’t sure he wanted answers. He wasn’t sure if there were answers. All he had was the aching feeling that this life, this quiet existence, wasn’t meant for him.But he didn’t know how to leave it behind.Sometimes, he dreamed of other lives. Lives where he wasn’t Neel , the disappointment, the failure, the boy who never spoke enough. In these dreams, he was someone else entirely. A traveler. A storyteller. A painter who lived in Paris, sketching strangers in the streets, drinking coffee at tiny cafés. No one knew his past there. No one cared about his grades. He was just a boy who told stories, and that was enough.But morning always came, and with it, the suffocating weight of reality.The breakdown wasn’t dramatic. It never is. It was quiet, slow, like the gentle dripping of water that eventually cracks stone. He was sitting at his study table, textbooks open in front of him, when he realized he couldn’t breathe. His chest felt tight, his vision blurred, and his hands shook so violently he couldn’t hold his pen. He stared at the equations he was supposed to solve, but they meant nothing to him. Just numbers on a page. Symbols in a language he no longer understood.That night, he told his father he wanted to stop studying. Just for a while. Just to breathe.His father didn’t shout. He didn’t even raise his voice. He simply looked at Neel with an expression that said everything. Disappointment, shame, confusion. As though Neel had just confessed to being a stranger.His mother cried quietly in the kitchen.And Neel realized something that night. He would never be who they wanted him to be. No matter how hard he tried. No matter how much he broke himself apart to fit their expectations.He left a week later.He didn’t leave a note. There was nothing he could say that would make them understand. He packed a small bag , his sketchbook, some clothes, and the little money he had saved over the years. He took a train heading somewhere. Anywhere. He didn’t care. He just needed to leave.The city he arrived in was loud, chaotic, alive. The streets were crowded with people who didn’t look at him twice. He was invisible, but in a way that felt freeing. No one knew his story here. He could be anyone he wanted.He found work at a small bookstore. The owner didn’t ask questions. He just handed Neel a broom and told him to sweep the floors. Neel worked quietly. He arranged books on dusty shelves. He read when there were no customers. He drew when there was time.At night, he walked through the streets, sketching people he saw. Lovers sitting on benches. Old men playing chess. Children chasing stray dogs. No one cared who he was. No one asked him what he wanted to be.And for the first time, he felt like he was writing his own story.Months passed. He lost track of time. He stopped counting days. He lived quietly, simply. Some days were good. Some days were empty. But they were his days.One evening, he met a girl at the bookstore. She was buying an old copy of The Little Prince. She asked him if he had read it. He nodded.“Do you think he ever found his rose?” she asked.Neel thought for a long time before answering.“Maybe the rose wasn’t the point,” he said. “Maybe it was the journey.”She smiled. And for a moment, Neel felt like maybe he wasn’t alone.They met again. And again. She was kind. She listened. She didn’t ask him to be anything other than who he was. They talked about books, about places they wanted to visit, about dreams that didn’t make sense but felt important anyway.She told him her name was Mira. She told him she had run away too. Different reasons. Same ache.They sat by the sea one night, watching the waves crash against the rocks.“Do you ever miss it?” she asked.Neel shook his head.“There’s nothing to miss.”But he wasn’t sure if that was true. Sometimes, late at night, he still thought about his mother’s songs. His father’s quiet presence. The house where the clocks ticked too loudly.“You’ll go back,” Mira said softly.“One day.”Neel didn’t answer. He didn’t know if he believed in “one day.”But she was right. He went back.Not because he missed them. Not because he had something to prove. But because he was ready.He found his father sitting in the same chair, reading the same newspaper. His mother was humming in the kitchen. Nothing had changed. And yet, everything had.They looked at him like they were seeing him for the first time. He told them he was okay. That he was alive. That he had found something. Not success. Not brilliance. But something better. Himself.They didn’t understand. But they tried. And that was enough.Years later, Neel sat by another window. In another city. With another life.He wrote stories now. Stories about people who didn’t belong. Stories about boys who sat by windows and dreamed of leaving. Stories about girls who asked about roses. Stories about journeys that mattered more than destinations.His books weren’t bestsellers. But they found people who needed them. People like him.And sometimes, he thought about what he would tell his younger self.“This is not your story,” he would say.“But you can write it now.”And so he did.
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1 month ago · Updated to #7
n the sleepy English countryside of 1922, a mysterious disappearance sets off a chain of events that will change everything. When the enigmatic Mr. Edward Blackstone vanishes from his family's ancestral home, Ravenswood Manor, the locals are left stunned and searching for answers.
Enter Debbie Windsor, a determined and resourceful young journalist with a nose for sniffing out secrets. As she delves deeper into the mystery of Mr. Blackstone's disappearance, Debbie uncovers a web of deceit, ancient mysteries, and family secrets that threaten to destroy everything.
Join Debbie on a thrilling adventure through the treacherous halls of Ravenswood Manor, where nothing is as it seems, and the truth is hiding in plain sight.
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3 weeks ago · Updated to #3
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