I didn’t start reading books because someone told me to. It happened slowly, almost accidentally. I was in school, sitting in the back of the class during a free period, when I picked up a book just to pass the time. It wasn’t anything grand—just a small story about a boy who didn’t fit in. But somehow, as I read page after page, it felt like the book was speaking to me more than anyone around me ever had.

At home, things were often noisy or tense. Life wasn’t always kind. People argued, doors slammed, and sometimes, it felt like no one was really listening. But when I opened a book, everything else faded. The noise outside stopped mattering. I could travel to other worlds, meet people who were brave, broken, curious, or lost—just like me.

Over time, reading became my way of understanding feelings I didn’t know how to talk about. It helped me make sense of the world, and of myself. Some books made me cry. Some made me think. A few made me laugh out loud when I needed it most. But all of them gave me something I couldn’t find anywhere else—stillness and connection.

Now, whenever things feel heavy, I pick up a book. Not to escape, but to feel understood. Each story reminds me that I’m not alone in how I see the world, or how I move through it. That somewhere, someone else has felt the same confusion, the same hope, the same longing.

That’s why I read books. Not because I have to. But because somewhere along the way, they became a part of who I am.

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Talia — Early 30s, lives in a crowded city but feels like a ghost. She works at a diner. Suffers quietly from depression and disconnection.

Jonas — A regular customer, mid-30s, observant and kind but guarded. Carries his own silent pain.

Mrs. Kaine — Talia’s elderly neighbor. Nosy but unexpectedly wise.

In the gritty heart of Payatas, Manila, 24-year-old Aisha Mercado fights to survive behind her mother’s sari-sari stall, her body burning for Carlo, her childhood love whose promises are as fleeting as the rain. Their steamy nights—filled with wild “oohs” and “aahs” can’t erase his gambling debts to Rico, a dangerous loan shark who claims Aisha as collateral. Enter Rafael, a mysterious city boy with starry eyes and a touch that sets her body ablaze, offering salvation or a deeper trap. As a barangay fiesta pulses with lechon, karaoke, and santo processions, Aisha’s caught in a storm of passion and peril. Her sister Lila’s safety hangs in the balance, while fierce Tita Gloria, cunning Marisol, and barangay leader Kapitan Diego weave a web of loyalty and betrayal. With Rico’s syndicate closing in, Aisha must choose: Carlo’s reckless love, Rafael’s dangerous kilig, or her own strength to save her family. Will she drown in desire or dance through the rain? Dive into this 18+ tale of love, lust, and survival in the Philippines! 🌧️🔥

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Prologue

The sky was dark, thick with clouds that churned like a brewing storm.

CLANK.

The air was heavy, charged with an unseen force that made the very earth tremble.

CLANK. CLASH.

In the distance, the sound of metal meeting metal echoed through the mountains—a violent symphony of war screaming across the battlefield.

CLASH. CLANG.

Flames licked the edges of the vast forest, turning once-proud trees into skeletal remains. Smoke coiled into the heavens, thick with the scent of blood and ash. The land wept beneath the weight of spells, blades, and the unending cries of the dying.

And yet, amidst the chaos, four figures stood apart.

Two on one side. Two on the other.

The world seemed to bend around them—time hesitating, fate narrowing its gaze.

One held a katana, its ethereal edge humming with latent power. His stance was balanced, fluid—blue eyes sharp with a quiet resolve, as though mourning something already lost. Beside him stood a huntress, poised and still, a bow slung across her back, twin sai in her hands. Her gaze was sharp, calculated, calm—a storm contained.

Opposing them was a titan of a man. Broad-shouldered and imposing, he rested a crimson-streaked bardiche against his shoulder, red eyes smoldering with conviction. Unyielding. Beside him twitched a smaller figure—a young woman with an unhinged smile and bloodlust in her breath. She gripped her twin daggers like toys, her body trembling not from fear, but anticipation.

“C’mon already!” she giggled, biting her lip. “We were just getting to the fun part.” A soft, almost obscene moan escaped her throat as she bounced lightly on her feet. “Let’s keep going. I wanna feel something snap~.”

Across the field, the huntress narrowed her eyes. Her grip tightened.

A glance passed between her and her comrade—the one with the katana.

And then…

Silence.

A fragile, final hush settled over the battlefield. The smoke held still. The flames paused. The world held its breath.

The katana-wielder stepped forward, his voice quiet… heavy with sorrow, but laced with something stronger—conviction.

“We could’ve built the future together…”

The bardiche warrior let out a slow breath, his fingers curling tighter around the haft.

“In the past,” he said, voice rough like splintered stone, “I might’ve believed that too… but now?”

His eyes hardened.

“I’ve stopped believing in futures built by cowards.”

No more words.

Only action.

They lunged.

In an instant, steel collided in a burst of light and shadow. The force of their clash split the ground beneath them, a shockwave tearing through stone and flame. Embers scattered like dying stars.

Sparks flew as blades screamed through the air. The katana flashed like lightning, precise and merciless. The bardiche swung like a falling mountain, cracking the earth with every strike. Their movements blurred, too fast for mortal eyes—a dance of fury, fire, and grief.

Beside them, the huntress and the unhinged girl collided with equal ferocity—daggers clashing against spinning sai, elegant strikes traded for feral slashes. One moved with icy discipline, the other with manic glee. One fought to protect. The other fought for the thrill.

This wasn’t just a battle.

This was judgment.

A reckoning between souls once bound by friendship… now torn apart by ideology.

They fought not as mortals, but as forces of nature—warriors whose clash would reshape the fate of the world.

But this…

This is the end of the story.

To understand how it came to this—how four who once stood side by side now stood opposed, blades drawn and bonds broken—

We must go back.

To the beginning.

In the quiet magic-soaked valley of Stardew, secrets grow deeper than roots and darker than the mines. When Hannah inherits her grandfather's farm, she expects soil, sweat, and maybe some solitude-but instead, she stumbles into ancient scrolls, mysterious creatures, and a wizard with ties to a dangerous past. As the townspeople's carefully buried secrets begin to unearth themselves-like Abigail discovering her real father isn't who she thought, or Sebastian catching feelings he swears he doesn't have-Hannah finds herself at the center of a mystery much bigger than crops and chickens. Caught between Sebastian, the guarded misfit who sees the world in poetry and shadows, and Alex, the town's golden boy hiding a soft heart behind his smirk, Hannah must navigate the tangled lines of friendship, loyalty, and longing. With a witch threatening to rise, a talisman to retrieve, and a found family forming around her whether she likes it or not, Hannah must decide how far she's willing to go to protect the valley-and the people she's grown to care for Drama, comedy, heartache, this story will keep you anticipating what is next, just like our favorite RPG game, Stardew Valley. All credits given to ConcernedApe for creating such an amazing game.

New York, 1995. Laura Maraschino thought marrying Tommy-the former President's son-was a fairy tale come true. But six months after their high-profile split, the magic is long gone. Now a journalist entangled in a secret affair with her boss, Laura's carefully rebuilt life is upended when Tommy's father dies in a sudden car crash.

Thrust back into the spotlight, Laura is pressured by Tommy's mother to play the part of the devoted wife one last time-for the cameras, the legacy, the nation. In return, she promises a clean divorce when the dust settles. But as Laura and Tommy navigate grief, public scrutiny, and buried emotions, they begin to question if their story is really over-or if something worth saving still lingers beneath the wreckage.

Finally living the life she always wanted which is.. to be a well known writer, everything is going well for her except for her non-existent love life....

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The illusion of life and the desire for power often cloud us. They change our views, bias our hearts, justify our wars. But even though power demands payment, will that stop you from fighting for your dreams?

In a universe where gods run rampant, mages decide the flow of history, and eldritch horrors hide in the darkest crevices of creation. Power and the right to command it and its consequences is earned, bled for, died for. Does the fire of hope shine bright, or does it burn black?

Where evil boasts its name aloud and good slinks away wretchedly in the shadows, will you bend your knee? Or will you ascend and join the mighty legends?

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If you clicked on this feeling confused, be confused no longer! Yes this is going to be a Deadpool and Harley Quinn ship. This is going to be quite cringe in most circumstances, so read at your own risk. If you searched for this randomly, you're a freak just like me lol. Have fun reading, hope you like it!

The story will be told from both POVs, but mainly Harley's (You are Harley)

sabella Shields was supposed to be many things. To graduate college and become a CSI to take after the steps of her grandfather. To one day find a good man and marry him, have kids, and keep passing on the legacy that the Shield family had passed on from generation to generation. If only Isabella had the courage to have told her Momma and Daddy that she never wanted to go to college. She was a hard worker but without a truly firm hand like she had when she was little girl. She failed out of college in the first two years, and instead lived in a group house for a while. Tellling lies of how good school was going until one day she had to tell the truth. Her momma, furious, her papa, dissapointed, leaving her with one option. She moved away, to the warm city of New Orleans. A way to escape and hide away from all of her sins of the past, quickly took a new direction. One of the jobs she had applied for, the most popular nightclub and bar in the city called The Crimson Hide invited her to an interview. An interview that had left her stunned as the way they punished employees was not with write ups or firing, but rather a punishment that had been on her mind since she stopped getting them when she was 13 years old. She could and would be spanked for her actions, and it was more exciting than she could have ever imagined. There she meets the owner Jakobe Bradley, a former NBA rising star that had sadly blow out his knee and as her time at the nightclub grows, so does her feelings for the handsome owner who might even share them. Even taking her under her wing with a firm hand she so desperately needed in her life. Isabella always told herself if she had someone to hold her accountable and even punish her for her many actions of the past she would have been far better off. It seems that she would get wish and far more than she could have ever expected.