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The Town Where Clocks Don't Tick In Isurun, time doesn't tick, it blinks. And sometimes, it disappears altogether. Mira Nyem knows her town is strange. The clocks don't move right. People forget things they shouldn't. And everyone pretends it's normal. But when Mira wakes up with no memory of the past two hours, wet feet, and a black feather in her hand, she realizes something is very wrong and it's been wrong for a long time. As she digs into the town's quiet secrets, she finds a story that keeps repeating, a silence that's too loud, and a truth tied to her own past. If no one else remembers what happened, can she survive being the only one who does? For fans of soft mystery, surreal twists, and slow burn revelations.

A girl in a world of time travel who's aim is to create justice and resolve conflict. She lives her life as the member of a time travelling operation and will stop at nothing to protect what she loves

Kelgu, un joven de veinte años sin nada que perder, ha sobrevivido a la indiferencia del mundo: huérfano, traicionado por su familia y explotado en trabajos miserables, su único refugio eran los libros. Hasta que "uno lo eligió a él". Un viejo volumen de aventuras medievales —con páginas que olían a tierra mojada y tinta fresca— lo absorbió entre sus líneas, arrojándolo a un mundo donde las criaturas de los cuentos más oscuros son reales: lobos con piel de sombra, reinos gobernados por la superstición y una magia tan esquiva como peligrosa. Aquí no es el chico invisible de siempre. - Algunos lo ven como "un presagio de maldad" . - Otros, como la solución a una "profecía olvidada". - Y el libro que lo trajo… bueno sigue escribiendo su vida sin él. Con solo su ingenio y los fragmentos de un mundo moderno que se desvanece en su memoria, Kelgu deberá, aprender las reglas de un juego que no eligió jugar. Porque en este mundo, las palabras tienen peso, la sangre es tinta, y cada paso puede ser la última línea de su historia.

The world will be a sad, sad place without a bit of humor in it, a dreary place without a bit of thriller and action. And even worse than this, absolutely unexciting without gods to tease, demons to taunt and monsters to tame. From a long line of strange, from a clan unwilling to conform with the generic rules of the world, sprouts a seedling of beautiful chaos with a knack for pranks, taunts and bone to never let go of a grudge. To all lay a path, to a fated destiny, and of all the myriad paths to choose from, he chose to become the Lord of Jesters, to bring about a happy ruin, to put a smile on the faces of those he holds dear and the opposite on the face of those who dare go against him. The world is not ready for him, yet they must deal with him best they can, beware the path of the CLOWN.

This event happened on Mars, a red desert planet, in 5067, 50th centuries later, humanity has finally conquered Mars, exploiting a newly found energy resource, a new type of energy base mineral, this led to the rapid development of the race and new finding... That's what the records mentioned, but was that true, the crimes and genocide truth hidden from all, the dark history. what about Earth? The boy made out of his predecessor walks towards his own Doom in search of the truth, accompanied by his classmates, he shall end the journey alone. "We are are clones made by them, we failed are purpose, so we shouldn't be living"

When the person you hate becomes your lover, Will you be accepted or shall you escape into your fantasy world?

Gambaran tentang Kevin Scott adalah populer, tampan, dingin, cuek, dan pesta. Meskipun dia selalu menghilang di tengah-tengah pesta. Aku bertemu dengannya di hari pertamaku sebagai murid baru. Dan sejak saat itu aku tahu, aku terjebak dan akan mendapatkan kesulitan karena berusaha mengenal seorang Kevin Scott dengan lebih dekat.

Sorry guys this book is closed

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?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"