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This is a story of a Person"s". A game of survival where players spawn and hunt the deities above cosmos. Unknowingly spawned without previous memories, forced to survive against the chaotic nights. The One Ranks higher are the most valued people, despite it's not less than torturing yourself for billion years to rank above.... A Narrator, trying to flesh out the fiction now wandering and waiting letting the verse burn in hell... Someone asked him, who are you? Hunter? Detective? Priest? Emperor? Assassin? Or The "The Mr. Nothing"? He himself stunned in confusion, reality was, he never existed.... This isn't a story about a "Character" but same "Thought" in different delusions wrapped by countless horrors.... This is the journey of our Devil Born in Heaven, The Jester without a Smile, Halfmental Freak.... Tom Greyrat

Zen Arclight didn’t want to rule the world. He just wanted a competent staff. In his previous life, Zen was a high-powered executive who died of a stress-induced stroke while screaming at incompetent interns. His dying wish? To never lift a finger again. When he wakes up in a crumbling temple with a "Sovereign System" initialising in his brain, he isn't interested in adventure. He ignores the prophecy. He ignores the dungeons. He just wants a nap, a hot bath, a house that doesn't smell like goblin rot, and good food. But to get comfortable, he needs help. With his new ability, [Sovereign’s Voice], which allows him to issue commands that make people he bonds with feel complete and euphoric obedience, Zen believes this is the ultimate HR solution. He doesn't want a harem of lovers; he wants a team of efficient employees. Zen: "I need a house; this ruin is draughty." What they hear: "The Sovereign requires an impenetrable fortress." Zen: "Can’t a man just have some good food around here?" What they interpret: "The Sovereign requires tribute from the fertile lands of the South." Zen thinks he’s enjoying a peaceful retirement. His harem thinks they are the Generals of the Apocalypse serving a God-Emperor. The world thinks a Terrifying Tyrant is slowly conquering the continent. Zen just wants his laundry done. But if accidental world domination is the price of clean sheets... so be it.

About a Girl with big dreams who got married to a prince, who promise to treat her well but she shouldn't expect him to love her.

Duke's Revenge sequence "And?" But customs changed. His people had little tolerance for sorcerers. They were natural enemies. It was defying all conventions. Violate ancient traditions. He was simply bewitched by her. "And since when do you care about traditions, my friend?" - You are mine. - Richard Morgan sighed contentedly, his hand smothering her face. - Only mine, my dear. Didn't think it was like that ...- The firm hands smoothed his belly. She was silent. A silence that seemed to last a damn eternity. He was the alpha of the pack and the girl a sorceress. Why the hell did he get the impression he could feel something else in her? She wasn't a wolf.

Seorang gadis yang tidak punya keluarga dipungut oleh seorang pemuda yang akan menjadi kakak angkatnya. Si gadis yang sudah punya ciri-ciri mengidap kelainan Psikopat terjebak dengan seseorang Psikopat yang mempraktekan perilaku penyimpangannya. Berbeda cara pandang membuat kedua Psikopat bersiteru.

Ini tentang seorang gadis bernama Alesha yang memiliki keterpurukan di masa lalu. Selalu dibohongi dan dikhianati hingga ia enggan membuka hatinya kembali. Apa alasan gadis itu menutup hatinya? Mungkinkah gadis itu dapat menemukan sinarnya lagi? Ini juga tentang pria bernama Dhafin yang mendekatinya. Apa pria itu tak sama dengan masalalu Alesha? Dapatkah pria itu membuka kembali hati gadis yang tertutup rapat? "mencintaimu itu seperti bermain hujan, aku menyukainya. Hujan melupakanku akan luka, air hujan mengalir menyamarkan air mata. Menyenangkan, walau sesaat. Namun setelah itu aku merasakan sakitnya, tak apa aku tetap menyukainya." -Alesha. • waktu, kenangan dan hujan • jangan lupa untuk VOTE ya^^ biar aku semangat nulisnya♡

This Fiction Horror Novel is about a kid that goes by the name of Micheal Thorne. He is a Junior Highschool student from Langston High and the son of his now two loving step parents, Katy and Stewart Thorne. Unknowingly to them though, Mike has a huge secret... ~Mike is a sociopath~ If you are interested in a mysterious horror story with a little bit of realistic fiction, then come join the journey into the mind of a sociopath as he tells his story. ~warning, this book may contain very graphic imagery and language.~ ~This book is also used for educational purposes.~

In the midst of a city plunged into chaos by a mysterious virus, young Ethan, along with his family, embarks on a harrowing journey for survival. The world they once knew crumbles as society breaks down, and the family must navigate a landscape where trust is scarce and danger lurks at every turn. As they brave the treacherous streets, Ethan and his family learn to adapt, developing survival skills and forming alliances with other survivors. Amid the chaos, they find refuge in a makeshift community led by a grizzled man named Jake. Life in this community offers a semblance of normalcy, and Ethan and his sister, Lily, even discover moments of joy and friendship among the other children. However, tragedy strikes when the virus claims the life of Ethan's mother, Sarah. Her passing serves as a stark reminder of the perilous world they now inhabit, and David, Ethan's father, shoulders the responsibility of keeping his family safe. The city's chaos intensifies, and the family faces threats not only from the virus but also from rival groups of desperate survivors. The world outside is a battleground, and they must navigate the dangers it presents. One night, they are forced to flee when an attack by armed assailants threatens their community. Led by David, the family and a few trusted members of their community seek shelter in an abandoned warehouse on the city's outskirts. As they hide in the darkness, they are acutely aware of the precariousness of their existence, yearning for the days when their world was filled with innocence and simplicity.

In the iron bowels of Neo-Aetheria, where the rain fell like the tears of forgotten gods and the spires of the great arcologies clawed at skies choked with the smoke of a thousand forges, there walked men and women who dreamed of slaying the stars themselves. But dreams in that forsaken sprawl were cheap as the synthetic blood peddled in the Nocturne alleys, and twice as likely to leave you gutted in a gutter. Vampires, those pale lords of the long night who once drank deep from the veins of empires, were now but beggars at the feast, their fangs dulled by the cruel jests of time and the creeping madness that men called the Eldritch Veil. Aye, the world had turned, as worlds will when the old powers grow fat and careless, and what was once fear had become pity, or worse, contempt.

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"