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Esta novela esta basada en algunos Mods de Minecrasft. Un mundo prácticamente infinito; un universo lleno de miles de posibilidades y experiencias. Repleto de nuevos descubrimientos que esperan ser encontrados. En donde el hambre, el dolor, tristeza y pena forman parte del presente, el pasado y el futuro de la vida. Estos te guían como un compañero, te acompañan en el resto de tu aventura, tu historia, su historia y la historia de muchas otras sociedades. Esto no significa que todo sea triste o la vida sea menos hermosa. En un universo lleno de colores y escalas casi tan grandes como el arco-iris. A lo largo de una sola vida ¿Serias capaz de apreciarlo totalmente?.

She stares at the scar on her palm. No matter how much she tries, the cigarette burn will not go away. It will always be a reminder of the damage he has done to her life, and the potential danger he poses to her. "You don't know the pain you had caused." she says. He grabs her hand. She can feel his warmth transmitting to her body. An unknown emotion flickered in his eyes. He lowers his head and presses his lips against the scar he had caused. "I promise," he mutters against her hand. "I will never cause you any more pain. I will protect you." __________________________________________________________ 17 years old Leia desires for one thing- death. Anything that will allow her to escape the terrible bullying she is subjected to in school. Her plan is simple; step in front of an oncoming car, get hit and die. However, her attempt to end her life goes haywire when she accidentally saves a little girl from a freak car accident. Who could guess that she would survive the hit and that the girl she saved is the little sister of Colin Harries, the notorious bad boy from her school? Overwhelmed by gratitude, Colin vows to protect her from the bullying. But can Leia trust the boy that indirectly took part in her torment? Will she opens up her heart to the boy that belongs to the group of people that drives her to suicide?

Several millennias spent on this planet have all but constantly taught us one lesson. Memento Mori. Our mortality. The sheer inevitability of our deaths. A lesson that life is in itself an eternal paradox. For how paradoxical it must be knowing we live each day, winding down to our inevitable demise. It all but sparked a poetic thought in the mind of a philosopher who wrote, "How tragic and frail we must be, living simply to die!" Death to most is often a terrifying end to existence but to teenage Adam Jenkins, death is merely a transition. Adam has never in his life feared the concept of death. How could he possibly fear death when he knows it better than anyone? Adam Jenkins has a strange gift that separates him from the rest even in a world of superhumans. Adam has the ability to see the spirits of the dead and commune with them. An ability that has never been recorded before. An ability that noone believes as they feel “ghosts are nothing but a laughable fiction". And when his already strange gift takes an even stranger turn, Adam Jenkins knows his life might never ever have a semblance of normalcy. And boy, couldn't he be more right! He is thrown into an asylum for mentally troubled superhumans and when he feels it's all over, a new chapter begins. In a home for the insane, Adam finds sanity. He finds something he lost the day his brother died : A family. Together with these bunch of misfits, Adam faces a world of hypocritical heroes( or Capes as they are termed) and ruthless villains. A world where there are only three sides: The bad, the worse and the worst. A journey awaits! (If you're wondering where I got the sensational artwork? Here Cover art by Light Kenneth (FB @ https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100089638225417 X @ https://x.com/LIGHT_KENNETH_?t=mXHXZmhHvWVz_5xCiDiBOQ&s=09

After regaining consciousness, your average high-schooler Key has been reincarnated as the child of a noble in a world called Biamon.

aleya pronounced (ah-leh-ya) is a senior at sunset high.Her "simple" life comes crashing down when aleya meets alex. She thinks its one sided but its more deeper than that. will aleya be able to make alex confess or will sunset set their relationship in darkness before he gets the chance... find out in dusk. updates are every Sunday S.A.T

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The city holds its breath. Bells fall silent, markets cease, even the sea seems to freeze its rhythm. A judgment awaits: the execution of a student suspected of carrying the legacy of the demon. But who is this boy? He comes from a remote desert village, hidden from the world. A quiet observer, more familiar with the pages of old books than with the voices of his peers. Raised by his aunt, while his mother-herself a servant of the goddess Thal'ra-regards him as a stranger. On his seventeenth birthday, the great festival begins. And for the first time in years, he speaks again with Elyra. She lives in the village like he does, yet comes from beyond its borders. A foreigner, and yet familiar. Between them something stirs that surprises them both: an unexpected closeness. But as the celebrations unfold, one figure remains missing: Zaire's teacher, his master since childhood. No one knows where he has gone. And as the absence of his presence grows heavier, two figures in white cloaks draw near. They carry prisoners whose very sight raises questions. Why has the teacher vanished? What are these figures? Who are the prisoners? And why does his own mother cast him aside so mercilessly... A web of faith, betrayal, and hidden truths tightens. And at its center stands a boy who will soon learn that even the most distant desert lies beneath the gaze of the gods.

"A monster, an ice cold heart, an abomination...." He stared right into my soul as my eyes filled with unshed tears. "You are all this Medusa.." he whispered in my ear, his lips tracing it's outline. "....and so am I." my eyes snapped to his in surprise. "But then you are so much more babygirl." _________ "He was the light to my darkness, the calm to my evil. He was my god and I was his...since the moment his aurum eyes clashed with my lilacs... I belonged to him." -Commander general of Rogues, Medusa

It's about a happy-go-lucky girl who....read more and find out

My corpus luteum ruptured, and my life hung by a thread. My husband, however, was in the adjacent hospital room, meticulously caring for the "white moonlight" of his heart, who just had a cold. My heart finally died. I slammed a divorce agreement in front of him and resolutely walked away. …… Later, as suitors blossomed around me, he was driven mad with jealousy. He tried every trick in the book to cut off my romantic prospects, grabbing my wrist domineeringly, “Holly Sinclair, I never signed the divorce papers. You are still my wife. You dare to cheat on me? Just you try!” And then, pinning me in a dark corner, he whimpered his confession in my ear, “Wifey, I was wrong. Please don't leave me. You are the real white moonlight of my heart…”