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In every page I found you.

In Every Page I Found You Subtitle:Peace,with a name Some stories don’t scream. They whisper — like a wind passing through old diary pages. Like a name you never expected to say again, but still do… in your mind, in your memories. It began somewhere around August 15th, when she was just a girl who thought she knew love. And then he appeared — not with roses or grand gestures, but with a strange charm, calling her “madam” while unknowingly tearing down every wall she had built. He was annoying. He was late. He was unreadable. But somehow… he was home. Their world wasn’t loud. It was made of: -stolen glances across the road -voice notes that never made it to the end -birthday surprises, annual day memories, and hidden tears - coffee dates, long drives, evening walks, and homely visits. -diary entries that said "Please, don’t leave." -and eyes that kept saying "I’m still here." She wrote poems. He gave silence. He showed up. Then faded. Then showed up again. No promises, no declarations, just... presence. But love has strange timings. And people have complicated hearts. This isn’t a fantasy where everything works out — this is real. Messy. Poetic. Raw. This is a story of falling in love with someone who was never officially yours… but never really anyone else’s either. If you’ve ever: kept screenshots to remember how it felt waited for one “good morning” smiled at a voice message you replayed a hundred times or written a diary entry hoping someone would magically read it… This story is for you. ~ Author’s Note Hello readers! I don’t know how you found this book — maybe through a recommendation, maybe by accident. But maybe that’s exactly how the story begins too. Accidentally. Silently. But meaningfully. This book isn’t just fiction. It’s memory. It’s emotion. It’s for the girl who held back her tears and smiled anyway. It’s for the boy who loved but couldn’t say it out loud. It’s for you, if you’ve ever paused at 2 a.m. with a diary on your lap, wondering “Did they ever feel the same?” I poured every raw emotion into this. No filters. No edits. Just honesty. So if you feel something while reading — even a little — let me know. Add this to your collection. Leave a comment. Share it with that one friend who’ll understand. Because sometimes, stories are all we have when people forget. Thank you for not leaving the pages. With love, Charu
Charu_writes04 · 4k Views

All Worlds

In a world known as All Worlds, reality is no longer bound by dimension, space, or time. This realm is home to countless races and civilizations from across the universe humans, dragons, demons, angels, ancient gods, and other mythical beings coexisting yet divided across vast continents, each ruled by a dominant race. Though it appears peaceful on the surface, this world is secretly controlled by beings who claim to be gods but are in truth deceitful entities, obsessed with power and terrified of a single truth: the existence of the True Creator. Their power is centralized in the All Worlds Academy, an elite network of academies spread across each continent. Here, the next generation is shaped, trained, and controlled. Only the top students from each branch are granted access to the Central Academy, where the deepest secrets of the world are hidden. Amidst this corrupt order, a human child is born in the Majapahit Kingdom a semi-modern civilization rooted in ancestral heritage, located in the Nusantara region. His name is Aji Saka, heir to a noble bloodline, raised in a humble and loving family. But everything changes when his family is slaughtered for refusing to worship the false gods and for believing in the existence of one True Creator. Surviving the massacre, Aji Saka grows up in hiding and undergoes secret training, carrying a great mission: to expose the lies of the gods, infiltrate their system, and reignite the light of truth that has long been extinguished. This is the story of a boy’s rebellion, growth, and destiny to shake the foundations of the world.
Nhap · 3.4k Views