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A fan of monster movies Max is reborn with the a system that allows him the powers of many of fictions greatest monsters and creatures and far more surprises. But what's happenes when a monster trys to be a hero in a world of many wonders and darknesses

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He lowers his right arm to grasp the outer lip of the old clawfoot tub his opposite arm girdles his heft gingerly into the sun soaked basin After bracing himself in he slowly arches his head back and lets out a beleaguered sigh There's a deep peace that washes over him the tranquil stream of the faucet lowers his guard as he eases the beer can helmet off his dome then once again fades into the night… —————————————————————— A Gus A McHaliburton Augustus McHaliburton Botched Medical records H’s to M’s 1950’s typewriters A distant father Shame, embarrassment A Jack Daniels helmet Innocent bystanders An aloof obedient wife Religious grief, undue reverence A deacon A Pastor A McMaliburton A Pastor McMaliburton A beer can helmet The stench of spilled beer Stained sepia Family Polaroids, memories The good times, the bad times All times A beer can helmet Capping the moments The light, the dark The lager, the stout Flowing, spewing In and out

Nota del creador: Prontamente se vienen re ediciones de todos los capitulos, ya sea para corregir, mejorar o cambiar detalles de la historia. Por este mismo medio les avisaré cuando se hagan las actualizaciones. ¡Disfruten de la historia! Un niño despierta sin recuerdos de su pasado. Pero el mundo... sí parece recordarlo. Arashi es un niño que no sabe quién es, de dónde viene, ni por qué es diferente. Solo sabe que desde que abrió los ojos, algo no encaja en él. Mientras recorre un mundo marcado por el caos, fuerzas antiguas y conflictos más grandes que él, irá encontrando personas que le ayudarán a entenderse... y otras que lo buscarán por razones mucho más oscuras. Arashi no es un niño cualquiera. Y quizás... nunca lo fue.

Hemlock never wanted to be a perceiver. To glimpse the layer beneath reality and be forever changed, bound to the laws of magic and paradigms. Tales of horrors beyond base perception; unknowable gods, spectral ghouls, and demons who wore the skin of men ensured he stayed in his mundane life. At a dead-end job in a nothing town, with a mother who abandoned him, and a father at the end of his rope. But when a summoned demon burns down his home, gouges out his left eye, and steals his father's soul for an apocalyptic ritual, he has no choice but to dive headfirst into the world he fears. He joins the Twilight Emporium, a cabal of thieves, death merchants, and treasure hunters willing to go to hell and back for the right price. The emporium can find his father’s soul—but nothing comes free. And in the search to find his father's soul, he may lose his own. ------ I am also posting this story on royal road on an account with the same name.

in the year 101 is a universe full of creatures and monsters, the Aforejan kingdom that are and peace of the other kingdoms, but the other kingdoms do not think so a war will start and only one side wins the strongest and the smartest of the strategy, all by power , it's for the territory it's for its glory

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.