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

I instantly dropped the gun from my right hand and brought it to my mouth. Then I firmly bit my teeth into the flesh to muffle any scream from my mouth.

It was not done to muffle the sound of my screams, as I had already set up a barrier beforehand to prevent any sound from leaking out of my room with the help of an artifact provided by mother.

Instead, I had done it to divert my brain's attention to the pain in my right hand instead of the belated response from my left hand.

It was because nothing was left of my left hand below my elbow.

The black hole bullet neatly absorbed that part of my left arm.

However, there was a silver lining of this self-mutilation. The black goo once again appeared and protected my arm from further injury by the black hole. If not for it, then I would have had a similar ending to Dominique Lindstrom.

Gluttonous Shadow