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Erin Hawkwood is a junior in high school and the perfect child, even when her twin Evelyn, and older brother Evan seem otherwise. That's until she meets Elijah D'Cruz on accident, who shows her what she's been missing.... His eyes pool with tears and I can't stop my tears from streaming down my face. My hands are trembling with the gun in it and I don't even know if I'll be able to hold it up straight. Is this it? The end? "I love you babygirl." He says, placing a kiss on my forehead, before turning the corner of his car and all I can hear are gun shots and wails and screams.

There was once a woman who was almost perfect. There were only 2 problems: she comes from a poor family and she has an inverted nose. Working in the BPO industry for 5 years, the 25 year old Cristina Moran has surpassed all of the expectations of the company she works with, being on top of the performance charts ever since her nesting period. However, when she received an indecent proposal from her Operations Manager, everything started turning upside down; feeling violated, she started taking it up on higher management level but of course they wouldn't listen. Because of financial issues and her mother being sick, she had no choice but to endure working with the malicious eyes of her CEO keeping a close eye on her. On top of this issue, she was torn between two lovers - Jacob, an old time friend from the training days who is also not well off in life, muscular due to his athletic nature. Was he smart? Yes, he was muscular. And Edward - a pale skinned skinny guy who seems to glisten under the sunlight. Very intelligent but short tempered. Son of the CEO of Horizon Online. -------------------------------------------------- "Thank you for calling Horizon Online high-speed technical support, my name is Tina, how may I help you?" almost sounding convincingly perky in spite of the storm she's been feeling inside; Cristina has always been resilient, and the hard worker amongst her peers. She learned to cough and fake a cold every so often so that everyone will assume that she was sick. She needs to look ALWAYS sick. *DING DONG* The sound of the PA system echoed throughout the office "ATTENTION PLEASE. MISS MORAN, MISS MORAN, YOU ARE TO REPORT TO THE CEO'S OFFICE AFTER YOUR CALL" the irritating feedback follows immediately after every announcement. 'What does that maniac want now?' Tina was worried sick. As she entered the CEO's office, a throaty voice welcomed her inside. "Cristina Moran, have a seat." his flabby face has been hardened throughout the years. His office smelled 70% alcohol and 30% cigar. Cristina, composing herself, trying not to puke, "You called for me sir?" she asked as polite as she could. Raffy grinned, the cigar transferring to the side of his big mouth "We have a new rule in the office," one last puff of the cigar before putting it out, then he continued "Facemasks are now forbidden"

A slightly horror story

The Great Cataclysm shattered the world, but Olgir the Untamable swore to unite it again. As Jarl of the Wolf Clan, he seeks to finish what his uncle, Gunnar the Animal, began—conquering all three lands in the name of his people. But when his warriors march into a samurai fortress, Olgir discovers that honor alone cannot win wars. Traps spring. Arrows blot out the sun. And yet, unlike other rulers who command from the shadows, Olgir fights on the front lines—bleeding, killing, and inspiring his clan to rise with him. Beside him stands Eirik the Proud, heir to a legendary claymore, and Trygve, the deadliest archer of the north. Together, they must carve a path through steel, treachery, and bloodshed, facing enemies who value discipline as much as they do freedom. To rule as Jarl means to fight as a wolf—and wolves do not bow.

7 years have gone. Yet the war isn't. The retirement doesn't mean shit to them. They came back to tell Arlin that once a captain will be a captain. Note: This story is a pure fiction, Ongoing

Rebecca's uncle comes into town whom she's never seen or heard of before, without any one knowing feelings get in the way and a secret romance starts to accrue. And then knocks at the door come and one night secrets unfold and she questions who he really? and things end up badly for both of them. Is he really her uncle?

Having decided to bring out a Journal, the Editor racks his brains for a suitable name with which to christen his periodical. Friends are generally useless in an emergency of this kind; they suggest all kinds of impossible names; the following were some of the titles proposed in this instance: "Facts and Fancies," "The Cremorne," "The All Round," "The Monthly Courses," "The Devil's Own," and "Dugdale's Ghost"; the two first had certainly great attractions to our mind, but at last our own ideas have hit upon the modest little "Pearl," as more suitable, especially in the hope that when it comes under the snouts of the moral and hypocritical swine of the world, they may not trample it underfoot, and feel disposed to rend the publisher, but that a few will become subscribers on the quiet. To such better disposed piggy wiggys, I would say, for encouragement, that they have only to keep up appearances by regularly attending church, giving to charities, and always appearing deeply interested in moral philanthropy, to ensure a respectable and high moral character, and that if they only are clever enough never to be found out, they may, sub rosa, study and enjoy the philosophy of life till the end of their days, and earn a glorious and saintly epitaph on their tombstone, when at last the Devil pegs them out. Editor of the "Pearl."

Wondered if you were taken back to a time when life was awesome, but you also experienced the first pains in that time. Would you do it again? Carly did not ask for it, but she is definitely taking the chance to do it once again. Let's hope she doesn't mess up and finally rules the world like it's her own.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.

One day, a strange hand suddenly appeared inside Chi Wan’s interdimensional space. Its owner claimed to be living in the apocalypse—starving, desperate—and begged to trade anything he had for food. Chi Wan stared at the pile of Imperial Green jade, oversized diamonds, and dozens of kilograms of gold bars he offered… and fell into deep thought. …Wasn’t this a little too profitable? From then on, her connection to the apocalypse only grew stronger. The mysterious man—who turned out to be a powerful figure—used his Wood Ability to help her revive rare orchids, cultivate endangered plants, and even harvest zombie crystal cores for the country. As for Chi Wan? She only had three responsibilities: feed him, feed him, and keep feeding him. Somehow, without realizing it, a group of extraordinary men began to gather around her: A genius research scientist. An aloof, abstinent CEO. A cold and ruthless Soldier King… In front of Chi Wan, they were gentle, attentive, and impeccably polite—each trying to outshine the others. Behind her back? They were one step away from tearing each other apart. Meanwhile, on the other side of the spatial link… The so-called King of the Apocalypse clenched his teeth in silence as he listened to these men compete for her attention. As for Chi Wan? “I’m busy getting rich and supporting my family,” she said calmly. “A battle royale of suitors? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Until one day— An absurdly handsome man appeared at the gates of her villa… carrying a sack filled with gold and jewels. “I’m here to marry into your family,” he declared. Chi Wan glanced at him, then at the newly connected wasteland world inside her space… …and once again fell into deep thought.