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Alone in space... What will a person do to survive? Текст на русском языке \ Russian text: https://www.webnovel.com/book/34465608900064005 Телеграм-канал автора \ Author's Telegram channel: https://t.me/me_writer

Jason woke up to the sound of screams. He tried to stand but he felt dizzy. He had a really bad head ache He covered his face from t the light. He felt something wet dripping down his head. when he looked at his hand it was covered in blood. He realized he wasn't at home. He was in a banged up seat with a seat belt around his waist. when he looked up he saw he was in something that had crashed in the woods. Everything was so banged up he couldn't make out what he was in. He was so banged up he didn't remember going in anything like it ,but when he looked down he knew exactly what happened. There on the floor was a bloody ripped up flight attendants suit.

Kieran, a regular dude who used to drive an online taxi, dies in an accident and wakes up in another world. Desperate for stability (and free lunch), he takes a job as a coachman. Free lunch matters, right? Wrong. Turns out his carriage—the Silverwheel—isn’t just for people. It’s also listed on some spiritual Uber app that lets ghosts, spirits, and occasionally gods hitch rides between realms. Kieran doesn’t realize this for a while. He just thinks he's in a coma in hospital. By the time he figures it out, quitting isn’t an option. The spirits keep giving him five-star ratings and “recommending him to friends.”

Have you ever wondered how you end up becoming friends with a witch? Here, our protagonist will tell you how he befriended one, while also searching for a way to avoid getting into danger. They both help each other to move forward together, but because she can't control her powers, she ends up getting her "Little" Friend into various problems.Will they be able to move forward and help their friend control her powers?

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a monster, that was for them, my family and friends, they were gone, because of me. I became someone who didn't deserve to be named, who deserved to be killed. to go back to another life and relive my past, it was something that one day had to happen.

Estos relatos, historias, pensamientos, ideas o como las quieras llamar están basados en el talento de muchas personas de las cuales he podido aprender y a las cuales he tenido la dicha de observar y conocer a lo largo de mi vida, por ellas es posible narrar estas historias, ya que me han permitido indagar, analizar sus acciones, decisiones y pensamientos; que los condujeron a tales aptos o acciones ante las difíciles circunstancias y obstáculos; algunos nombres han sido cambiados en el proceso de narración para proteger la privacidad y las verdaderas identidades de quienes son parte importante de estas historias, a ellas les agradezco por su apoyo y por haber compartido y convivido con migo atraves de los años estas historias, ideas, pensamientos, ideales, leyendas e historias personales. Algunos de los sucesos descritos son producto y el resultado de la imaginación que aún vive en mí, aunque les parezca sencillo; (redactar, narrar, detallar, recordar e idear diferentes personajes), les confieso que no lo es, para mí todo esto a sido nuevo y comprendo un poco a todos aquellos que han escrito y publicado algo en sus vidas. Esto no lo hago por sentirme superior a nadie, es todo lo contrario, al convivir con muchas personas he aprendido de ellas y siempre termino asombrado por cada una de ellas, les agradezco de corazón, porque aunque no lo crean hacen parte de mis recuerdos y estoy seguro que siempre estarán allí. Como escritor de estas sumas destacadas de letras, palabras, frases, párrafos, historias, hojas y demás, me declaro una persona parcial, porque el realizar este tipo de actividad resulta ser algo magnifico, además después de un tiempo cuando vuelva a leer o releer las narraciones aquí plasmadas, me asombrare de lo que una vez escribí. Dejare el juicio de su valor a aquellos que compartan con migo estos escritos y les pido que al final me otorguen sus apreciaciones, que yo las apreciare tal vez más que un tesoro. Atte:   ː̗̀†̣̣̇ː̖́ = D£SV= ː̗̀†̣̣̇

Manusia membawa ikatan yang terjalin secara tak kasat mata saat terlahir ke dunia. Ikatan yang akan membawa hidup menuju jalan yang ditakdirkan, jalinan kuat yang terus menjadi bayang dimana pun kita berada. "Aku tak pernah membenci hidupku, dari awal semua sudah ditakdirkan untukku. Beruntung atau sial aku tak peduli. Ikatan itu mungkin terikat kuat, hingga rasanya sulit untuk bernapas. Tapi karena ini aku, aku tak peduli. Aku akan melepasnya dengan semua usaha yang ku punya". Saat memilih untuk berhenti berlari, bukankah lebih baik untuk istirahat sejenak?, atau setidaknya kita bisa berjalan perlahan. Tak apa, asal jangan berhenti. Karena bahagia masih menunggu dengan sabar di ujung sana.

She gave her heart. He gave his silence. Twenty years later, she still writes to him in her mind—hoping he might read between the lines. The Past Hasn’t Passed is a deeply emotional novel about Yuli, a woman torn between what was and what will never be. Through poetic memories, flashbacks, and raw reflections, she takes the reader through a love story that never found closure. A novel for anyone who ever had to say goodbye twice—once in life, and once in their heart. And the only question that lingers, page after page: Chris… did you ever love me?

Jack'e takıntılıydım, onun karısı olmaya ve çocukluk aşkıyla olan ilişkisini örtbas etmeye hazırdım. "Bu gece Sophia'yı eve getiriyorum. Bir süre ortalıkta görünmesen iyi olur." Misafir yatak odasında iyileşirken, onların kapıdan içeri sarmaş dolaş girişlerine ve çılgınca birbirlerinin kıyafetlerini yırtmaya başlamadan önce yatak odası kapısını bile kapatmaya zahmet etmediklerine şahit oldum. Benim aşk anlayışım safça—birini sevmek, sevdikleri her şeyi kabul etmek demekti. Jack'e büyülenmiştim. Kalbini kazanamadığım için, sadece ismen Bayan Harrison olmaya razıydım. Ancak, o kasırga vurduğunda, Jack'in Sophia'nın yanına koşup ona sıkıca sarılarak tehlikeden kaçışlarını izledim. Bu arada, düşen reklam panoları, elektrik direkleri ve bina enkazının altında ezilmiş, gözlerimi sonsuza dek kapatıyordum. Derin bir pişmanlık duydum, hiçbir tutkunun kendi hayatımdan daha değerli olmadığını anladım. İkinci bir şans verildiğinde, Jack'e olan takıntımı kesmeye karar verdim. Ancak bu sefer, pişmanlığı tatmak ona düşecekti.