Grispera

Lucas lost everything. His abusive father pushed his mother to the brink of death. His younger sister turned into a chip for blackmailing and lost her life. Left alone in the world without his loved ones, he decided to end his life to meet them in the afterlife.

Instead of dying, Lucas was born as a baby without his past memories in a world of cultivation. He had a loving family of mother and older sister. Even without his memories, as Lucas grew up, he knew in his heart that he had to protect his family from all the evils and strived to become stronger.

With his growth, Lucas occasionally started to see many heart-rending visions, which affected him greatly and affected the way he looked at others, including his family. The revelations shocked him. He couldn't trust anyone, even his once close family and friends.

What were those visions? How will Lucas cope with the unsettling revelations and his chaotic feelings?
Will he become estranged or strengthen his bonds with his family and friends and gain the love and warmth that he once longed for.

Read from the perspective of Lucas and join him on his journey of growth, acceptance and love.

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The prologue of the novel (the first 2 chapters) is tragic and hard to digest but HOLD ON!
Do read at least the first 10 chapters before deciding to drop off.


Note: No Gender-Bender, Yuri, NTR and Rape.
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[A/N: The cover is mine, it's original. Cheers to AI!]

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Shards of the Broken Heart

Having his senior brother called up the duelling platform, Kevin patted my back and chuckled wryly, which later turned into a sigh.

"Hahaha… haaaa *sigh* Seems like my turn has come. Wish me luck, brother; I don't think my senior brother will go easy on me while attacking. Well, it's better to satisfy his anger now, preventing any further chaos in our sect."

I reminded him of the gloves I gifted and wished him the best for the best. Giving me a thumbs up, he pushed himself forward and started walking towards the stage.

He took out the pair of gloves I had gifted, and after some careful deliberation, he put them on and climbed up the stage.

Zain Alman, who was originally wielding a large broadsword, looked at Kevin, who had decided to take a hand-to-hand combat approach as he stood with his feet widened and clenched fists in front of his face.

Senior brother v/s Junior Brother