Sorry, I can’t access the google doc somehow so I’ll just leave my book here since I put it in Supernatural entry.

Title: They called me FIVE
Link: https://www.webnovel.com/book/they-called-me-five_19720005405035605
Synopsis:
My name? Lance Augustus
Age? 15
Nickname? Five.
Why they call me that? Because the mark tells us so.

I'm a bad luck delinquent slash highschool student who don't know how to fight. I go to school. Thugs beat me up. I go home to my grandpa. Looking barely human from bruises and cuts. Us, alone are all I need to get by. My life was ordinary. Everything was perfectly fine, perfectly normal, just an everyday routine I get used to live.
But then these guys came... And they start making a mess out of my life.

They said I have powers. - Who believed that crap?
They said I have extraordinary abilities. - Cool! I want to be Superman.
They said I was chosen. - Who? The god of thugs?

The mark of five imprinted deep into my skin proves that I am one of the TWELVE. - You guys sure it's not a tattoo? I firmly believe it's a tattoo.
I never believe them. I drove them out. I did not listen. I wish I did. Maybe they could have helped my gramps. Maybe they could have save him when "they" attacked.
I know nothing. Because of my stubbornness I lost everything. So now I'm all alone. But she stretched her hand to me. She gave me hope. She invited me to come. And I did.

So our search began. For the remaining TEN.

P.S. Still don't know how to insert picture. Lol. And it's not vetted yet.

Greetings Everyone, catch my new novel for Spirity Awards
Link: https://www.webnovel.com/book/monarch-of-darkness-arsene_19716419005019205
Title: Monarch of Darkness, Arsene
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Synopsis: Killed by the universe's greatest killer, Truck-Kun. My existence was twisted as I gazed up at King-Yama, staring down at me with revulsion, "You sick bastard, you ate people." He bellowed, glaring at me with disgust.

Snorting, I gathered my courage raising my head high and proud, my voice carrying a hint of pride, "So what, have you ever tried it...Let me ask you, have you ever had sex."

A bewildered expression hung on his rugged appearance as he absentmindedly nodded. A slight smirk crossed my face as I declared, "then have you ate ass,"

"WHAT!!!" He balled in panic, shivering like a guilty man on trial.

"HAHA, you call me disgusting, but it appears you were sucking ass, now that is truly disgusting. I don't judge, but if you ask me, I will stick to cannibalism."

"THAT NOT A FAIR COMPARISON, YOU LITTLE SHIT,"

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It's up to you if that is what you want...hehe
It is up to the judge of who will they choose to win. But all I know, there is a criterion such as the quality of your writing. Maintained update after premium. Yes, you need to be contracted and a good amount of payers for your book. A good book has a good amount of payers they say. And views too! As well as rankings....the higher the rankings the better. So any more questions?

      helo all, this is my novel slice of life,
      A Small Step Towards the Sun
      https://www.webnovel.com/book/a-small-step-towards-the-sun_19738210805096905/

      The items they sell are various types of potions, mÄna stones, custom armor, and weapons, especially swords made by the grandfather.

      It seems trivial, but the results are decent and grandpa can already save for Yuji's future.

      This world is not like the Isekai world in the novel, which when conquering the boss monsters then drop weapons or artifacts and magic weapons. All tools, weapons, and armor must be made by artisans and handled by experts before becoming a mainstay item.

      In the past, the sellers only existed in the village or city because of security factors, but 50 years ago appeared someone who started selling around the vicinity of the dungeon. And my grandfather was one of the people who followed in his footsteps, it's been 20 years since my grandfather became a merchant and two years ago he found me and took care of me until now.

      Why is grandpa still poor? Uncle Hopkins once told me that my grandfather Gerard was a successful merchant, but the incident 15 years ago he lost everything after the dungeon break that killed his son and wife, while he lost his left eye and limp leg as a result of fighting monsters. Because of this, he was frustrated and bankrupt then traveled from place to place to trade and forget his past.

      Oh, I forgot! Uncle Hopkins is the mayor of Sambir, a town located south of our village, Kidang village. He was a very assertive but kind man, he was also my grandfather's best friend.

      In this world, people who do not have the ability or money are sometimes considered trivial and difficult to develop. Even though I was a kid, I was forward-thinking, probably because of the nature of a merchant, and I wanted to be a wealthy ruler.

      Wish me luck!

      She upturned the duvet, searched the night stands and looked behind the headboard but she still didnt find what she was searching for.

      "Hey...I am looking for something." She turned around to look at the man and her worried face froze.

      He gave her an innocent look and placed his hand on his chest.
      "Do I get to go out now. I have a mask." He softly spoke.

      She drew in a deep breath and fanned her cheeks. 
      "A mask?" She drew in another breath. "That...that..." another long breath. "THAT IS MY SANITRY PAD YOU IDIOT!" she shouted and he flinched backwards.

      "What is a sanitry pad?" His muffled voice asked over the pad he had used to cover his nose and mouth. His gold eyes stared purely back at her with an innocence that looked like she had tainted.

      Her little feets made light noise on the wooden floor, as her hands stretched forth, trying to path a way to the door. It was a futile effort but she wanted to try. To escape this place would be her greatest achievement. In the darkness, her blue eyes drifted behind to stare at the huge bed.
      The man was peacefully sitting alone, a book in his hands surly unaware of her attempt to flee after sneaking in his room. His beautiful lips curled upwards probably because he read something amusing but surly not because he noticed her. For a while, she stopped to admire his beauty. The great craft of the Almighty or perhaps his best art. His biggest weakness. He slipped the book to the other page, clearly interested in it, unaware there was a naked woman attempting escape few feet after his bed.

      Phantasy took another brave step ignoring everything her feet touched.

      Too bad he couldn't hear inhuman sounds.
      Although this Lord of hers was inhuman.

      She looked back to ensure the man didn't notice her presence. With certainty, she took another brave step until her legs bumped into something hard.

      "Ouuuii..." her soft voice was filled with pain as she bent to clutch her feet.

      She must have forgotten about the plant she moved across his room to get a ray of sun during the day. Wanting to run her way into the wall, a force pulled her backwards. Her little butt hit the bed and a larger palm cupped her naked waist.
      She had been caught...

      "Phantasy, have you played enough my love?" the mans reverberating voice traveled to her ears tugging at her heart strings making her feel like she was on soft cloud. Her heart thumped faster for fear of his beauty and of what he would do to her.

      Her soft shaky voice spoke, unaware of what would be heard. "You....you...sa..saw me?"

      The moonlight shone across the room, giving her a view of the bathroom door with the reflection of the man's great feature on it.
      He chuckled, a wicked one, filled with amusement.

      "Being blind, doesn't apply to you my love. Now, you have ran enough, time to come back." he commanded, his last sentence clearly one of resentment and impatience.

      Phantasy couldn't decipher what he meant before he pressed his whole self onto her, the book in his hands made a noise as it fell to the floor. A noise only she could hear. His whole body covered her small one and she had no chance to struggle.

      "Phantasy..." he called beside her ears tickling them.

      Like a pin dropped in Ocean, she felt nothing but exhaustion wash through her as she closed her eyes to succumb to sleep.

      Who knew, this might be the last time, she would see the light. After all, this cruel husband of hers, has been forgiving enough.

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