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

Her eyes had turned predatory and were just a little short of eating me up alive.

I was sure that if I had tried to bluff my way out, I would definitely have been beaten to death by her, irrespective of the fact that I had just become her disciple.

"Master. If I say that I didn't then it would be a lie. But I immediately knew my mistake and thus retracted my senses as soon as I could.

For this transgression, I beg mercy from you. Just don't break our new relationship."

I apologized pitifully with my head bowed, shedding a few tears and making my body shiver for extra sympathy.

My new shortie master walked up to me and looked upwards, at my tear-stained face. Her cold expression instantly softened as she wiped away my tears and patted my head.

"You don't need to cry for such a matter. I won't disown our master-disciple relation for this incident.

Quasar Guns