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  • When The Night Burns by yoonhiii
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    "I loved you across seven lifetimes... even when you didn't remember me." Yuhi was never just an ordinary woman - not in this life, or the six before it. Cursed to forget the man she once loved, she is haunted by dreams of fire, war, and a knight with eyes that never leave her soul. Demon has lived in silence, watching her reborn again and again, always hoping this will be the life she remembers him. But fate is cruel, and love has a rival: the half-demon prince who cursed them both, all because he couldn't stand to lose her. In this seventh life, everything begins to unravel - when a brave boy named Arav calls them both "mom" and "dad" and risks everything to break the cycle that binds them.
  • When the Night Burns by MapleMihi
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    "I loved you across seven lifetimes... even when you didn't remember me." Yuhi was never just an ordinary girl - not in this life, or the six before it. Cursed to forget the man she once loved, she is haunted by dreams of fire, war, and a knight with eyes that never leave her soul. Demon who has lived in silence, watching her reborn again and again, always hoping this will be the life she remembers him. But fate is cruel, and love has a rival: the half-demon prince who cursed them both, all because he couldn't stand to lose her. In this seventh life, everything begins to unravel - when a brave boy named Arav calls them both "mom" and "dad" and risks everything to break the cycle that binds them. Love doesn't always arrive in a single lifetime. But when the night burns - it remembers. #
  • Whispers of the Vale by muscleman101sus
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    Twelve-year-old Caelum Vale is a prodigy trapped in a cold, distant household where love is scarce and expectations weigh heavy. Left largely to his own devices, his only companion is Nimblewink, a timid house-elf scarred by past cruelty. Together, they forge an unlikely friendship in the shadow of absent parents and unspoken fears. When a mysterious letter arrives, bearing the emblem of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Caelum's world begins to shift. But with the promise of magic and belonging comes the uncertainty of what lies ahead - and whether the family he's never truly known will finally see him for who he is. Whispers of the Vale is a tender tale of courage, friendship, and the search for acceptance in a world where even the smallest voice can cast the strongest spell.
  • Echoes of the Rift by aetherthorne
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    Book Two of the Rift Between Worlds Saga Eighteen years after the Rift closed, Elara is back in her ordinary world-same small apartment, same computer, same game. Only this time, she doesn't play for victory. She plays to remember. Every night, she queues into Wild Rift under her old account, choosing only two champions: Sett, the man she loved and lost... and Liora, the daughter she never thought she'd meet again. But when the latest update hits, something feels different. Sett speaks lines that were never in the game. Liora moves as if she knows Elara is watching. And the Rift itself-once just a screen away-seems to be calling her back. Was it all a dream? Or is the game evolving into something more-something alive, something waiting for her return? In a world where love outlasts realities and memories rewrite code, Elara must decide: will she move on from her past... or step through the Rift one last time?
  • The Curse That Dreamed of Her by ByAmaraVale
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    Once upon a whisper, before the needle drew blood, a curse was born - not from hatred, but heartbreak. It grew into a shadow that learned to cradle light. It watched over her as centuries passed, whispering lullabies through the dust of forgotten time. This is not the tale of a spell undone. It is the confession of the darkness that loved the sleeping girl and feared what waking would mean.