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The sun does not rise. My desolation begins here. No moon shines in the blackness. Only a pair of green eyes pierce my dark, incinerating my heart. I did not know love could be so painful before you. Tell me, will the dawn come for us one day? Will it rise inside us? Tell me, what am I? The prey? Or the killer? The sun isn't rising, Soldier. And I fear the dark. But I make you a vow: I will light up this darkness with the burning pyres of those who ruined me. The sun won't rise; the apocalypse will come. Yet, I will still look for you everywhere. For one truth remains: Even if I am condemned to eternal night, I will never forsake you.

A man is curses to wander with a barrel of adult comic books, soon he finds that he can help others with his companions abilities, a surprisingly wholesome tale. note, I tend to do shorter chapters, it's just how I'm used to doing them.

FIRST BOOK A little orphan girl who lives in the Barrel Zone, a place where slaves and criminals reside. «A dystopian theme story about an orphan girl who's looking for her real self while fighting against people in power» WARNING ⟩ Includes Graphic words ⟩ Bullying ⟩ Weapons ⟩ Gore Author Notes: This story is only fiction only, and not factual. It cannot apply in real life. Visit Wattpad and search "Pink Punk" for latest updates Will update once a week! Pardon my English! Have fun reading

After being brought back by the Vaughn Family, I was determined to build a good relationship with my three older brothers, even going so far as to transfer all the shares under my name to them, but a barrier always existed between my brothers and me: the fake heiress who was switched with me. She just accidentally got drunk at a banquet, and my brothers stuffed my entire body into a wine barrel. They said in a cold voice. "Since you failed to take good care of Elara, then stay inside and reflect properly." They knew perfectly well that I have claustrophobia; facing the endless darkness, I could only desperately beg them for help. But what came in return was the barrel being sealed in the wine cellar, surrounded by utter silence. Leaving only me inside, struggling and pounding in despair... It wasn't until one week later that they finally softened and decided to end this punishment. But what they didn't know was that my corpse had already become a putrid sludge, with my form barely recognizable.

Three years ago they put Gareth Winter in the ground with no body and no mercy. Tonight the grave spits him back out, covered in dirt and gunpowder. One bullet left in the chamber. One name at the top of the list: the man who now sleeps at 10 Downing Street. One USB that can collapse the City of London in a single heartbeat. They turned him into a ghost. He’s about to become their apocalypse. In the next 72 hours, billions will vanish, towers will burn, and the most powerful men in Britain will beg on their knees for a death that never comes. Because the wolf doesn’t just bite. He tears the throat out of empires. This is not revenge. This is extinction. THE WOLF OF BISHOPSGATE Run. Or kneel.

what could possibly be waiting for release in 2094....

Belle is any normal 17 years old. She has friends, goes to the movies, and goes to school. What most people don't know though is that she is also BP or Bloody Princess. Second in command for the Black Widow Gang. But being in a gang is a full-time job and what happens when both job and school start to mix together? What can she do?

My stepsister, Chloe Sterling, framed me for leaking business secrets at the family's charity gala. So, my three older brothers locked me in the airtight emergency panic room of our estate. I pounded futilely against the heavy alloy door, begging them to listen to my explanation. Before activating the lockdown procedure, my eldest brother, Griffin Harrington, a Wall Street legend, pierced me with his icy gaze: "Cora, you betrayed the entire family. You can stay in here and reflect on what you've done!" My second brother, rock superstar Jasper Harrington, and my third brother, genius painter Myles Harrington, added coldly: "After everything we've done for you, you still dare to defend yourself? Just stay in there!" With that, they swept a "frightened," trembling Chloe under their wing and headed straight for their victory party. A thunderstorm knocked out the power, and the air circulation system failed right after. I felt every breath was like swallowing hot glass, and eventually, my life faded away in the suffocating darkness. Three days later, when my brothers returned from New York City with Chloe, they finally remembered me. They had no idea that I had long since died of suffocation in the very tomb they'd built for me.

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

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?"