"Even before this school was built, rumors stated that this place is cursed. And this place, comes with the demon," a girl whispered to her friend. "Is the demon the killer?" Her friend asked. "Oh, no. The demon... ...is the protector of the school and its students."---I do not own JSHK. It belongs to AidaIro. All pictures in this book is not mine, unless stated otherwise. The pictures I use for my covers do not belong to me, but the making of the cover certainly is mine. Any art that you may see in the book do not belong to me unless stated otherwise.Please beware that there would be huge manga spoilers. For those of you who hadn't read the manga yet, proceed with caution. Otherwise, you may enjoy the story.- _Zero_Serenity_
Raven was a caring person, she just had difficulty showing it, after leaving her family due to a Lie she found a second chance to have a bond again with a brash and reckless young boy she found training in the forest, this would be a journey for the two of them as Mother and Son
After losing his memories of Bam in exchange for Bam's life, Khun is set astray from his original mindset. He constantly feels like something is missing, and he didn't know what it was. That is, until he arrives at this one floor where a statue called "The 25th Night" is located.(A KhunxBam fanfiction, set a few years after the battle with Jahad's forces) Disclaimer: I do not own Tower of God or its characters. All credit goes to SIU.#1 in bằm#1 in irregular#1 in webtoonfanfiction
After a powerful explosion in his workshop, Charaghim, a potter's son, discovers that nothing in the world can kill him. Getting to the city of Samalah depressed by the rich, he meets Leria, the beautiful daughter of the king, who, for a strange reason, lives alone in an abandoned house and hardly sees people. Charaghim and Leria are getting closer and closer. But will King Samkhan allow an ordinary son of a potter to be with the princess? To do this, brave Charaghim goes to search for her missing mother. To a mysterious city out there in the desert ...
Willow is an amnesiac with special abilities, she is recruited by an Academy after escaping from a foster home years ago. Her classmates resent her presence and refuse to trust her, leaving Willow alone and confused. She struggles with an identity crisis while facing the obstacles that make her question her worth. When a returning student, Nicholas, comes back Willow sees him as a potential friend but their budding friendship is met with anger and betrayal from her classmates, who feel entitled to control, with whom66 Willow associates. They pressure her into cutting ties with Nicholas, despite barely acknowledging Willow's existence prior to this accident. During Nicholas's absence, something happened among Willow's classmates related to his time at the Academy, but the specifics remained shrouded in secrecy. Despite her attempts to uncover the truth, no one is willing to talk about it. The tension among them only grows as they face new challenges and threats from dangerous volatiles and 'the eight'. She navigates the complicated relationships and hidden agendas of those around her. Despite the tension among them, Willow and Nicholas must work together with their teammates to save the city, as the Academy's mission is to train students with strong powers to become protectors of the city. Willow and Nicholas find themselves drawn to each other in ways they can't explain. Clues suggest that they may have known each other in the past before their memories were altered, something that seems odd considering Nicholas ' power is memory manipulation.W
The fate of all Inklingkind hangs in a hidden balance as a secret war between the New Squidbeak Splatoon and the eight Elite Octobeak Squadrons threatens to turn life on the surface upside down. It's all up to three Inklings and their Octoling archrival to save the world as we know it!
A short story about a ceirtain kind of love734 wordsCover is there for filler, feel free to imagine the MC as you like, I left them ambiguos for a reason
"it hurts like hell to be torn apartand it hurts like hell to be thrown around"
One silent woman means 10 more women abused in silence.Domestic violence is the consequence of a sick mind. It's not a mistake, it's crime. But what happens on the other side of the door? What choices does a domestic violence victim really have in India, if any? We all know a domestic violence victim. In an ideal world, they would speak up and report the heinous act at the very first instance. The perpetrator would be penalised under the law and it would all end right there. However, in the real world, where conditioning and society exist, it's not the obvious choice to make. And how could it be? Women, since childhood, are conditioned to endurance. Practicing endurance in their relationships and putting up superficial personas in the society are two of women's primary lessons that are taught sometimes consciously, and a lot of times, unconsciously. So it starts right then. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not upholding the whole victim-blaming scenario. Far from that, actually. I'm trying to understand how the victim, against all odds, can get out of it. Because it's imperative they do. Tale of a helpless victim or a by-product of Conditioning?One silent woman means 10 more women abused in silence. "The ultimate tragedy is not the oppression and cruelty by the bad people but the silence over that by the good people."- Martin Luther King, Jr.How can you empower the victim to speak up and is it always the right thing to do?