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a 27 years old woman who lives with her friend, tries to chase after the truth behind the mysterious imprisonment.

After the death of Tashi's parents, she moves to the countryside with her brother. To lead the peaceful life of her parents' dreams. But the hidden wound grows in her heart with the high tides near her house until a pale skin and blue-eyed young man accidentally meets her. He seems distant and unnatural yet captivating to her.

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A story of small dog Tricki

Excerpt: "Introducing contestant number 1, Riya, one like no other, The only Qyshol you would never see and live to tell the tale...for now. Perhaps she got bored of snapping the lishas' necks and thought she would do a little exercise in this contest. Perhaps, being the strongest person ever is not a gift after all, or maybe, she is lonely." All could hear the smirk in his voice. He took a sip of the liquid in his cup, everyone knew it wasn't water but no one would risk telling him and losing their heads. "Contestant number two, don't let his name fool you he is nowhere near the light, the only one who can stand up to a qyshol...at least close enough to get killed excitingly." Everyone cheered, they cheered not because he was their favourite but because someone would get killed in the long run. "I present to you, Korren the xincta!!" He walked out pretty confident about himself like he wasn't scared the Qyshol would kill him. "The other contestants are not worth calling their names a waste of my breath, they can come out whenever they like. I am only here to watch the battle between these two" The xreo who would also be acting as the judge announced while he batted his eye at the contestants. "This is the run!!!!!!" The crowd erupted, everyone breaking anything or anyone in their way. ~~~~~~~~ In a world of no law, only the strongest rules, in other words only the Qyshol wins. A race of ten dimensions has begun, and the winner gets a chance to rewrite history, to be granted one wish. What happens when the Qyshol starts to feel defective, having feelings for a certain xincta, will she twat it and kill him immediately as usual or will she use him as a plaything and kill him later? No matter what he's going to die. That's what her evil reputation demands. The only problem with this race is that it has no rules. So seduction is allowed. ~~~~~~~~ There will be colourful words and colourful actions and colourful things. You get it by now.

Fractured Grace “He didn’t save me because he loved me. He saved me because I’m the only one who can unlock his father’s blood-soaked legacy.” Jessy Hamdy woke up in a world of silence. After a devastating hit-and-run, her memories are fragments and her body is shattered. At her bedside stands Yuri Volkov—a man with ice in his veins and the shadow of a billion-dollar empire at his back. He calls himself her protector. He calls the mansion her home. But the golden cage has bars made of titanium. Jessy soon discovers she isn't just a victim; she is the Phoenix Protocol. Her father—a man she once loved—mapped a digital ledger of every murder, bribe, and betrayal into her very biology. She is a living biometric key, and Yuri is the hunter who finally caught his prize. As the lines between captor and savior blur, Jessy must navigate a high-stakes game of psychological warfare. In a world where her mother is a silent partner in her betrayal and her father is a ghost seeking a payout, Jessy has to decide: Will she be the key that opens the door to Yuri’s dark desires, or will she be the fire that burns the Volkov empire to the ground? Why read this? Enemies to Lovers: From a hospital bed to a high-stakes power struggle. Tech-Thriller Twist: A dark romance where data is more valuable than gold. Strong Heroine: Watch Jessy evolve from a "broken asset" to the woman who holds the world's secrets. The Ultimate Subversion: An ending you will never see coming.

Delhi was supposed to be just another noisy, endless day. The skies cracked, time shattered, and the metro turned into a killing ground. Thrust 150 years into a broken future, Shivam and his friends find themselves in a dead city where machines hunt the living, the streets are ruled by silence, and hope is just another lie buried under the dust. Homes are gone. Families are shadows. The world they knew is nothing but ruins and ash. Together, they must navigate a future that feels more like a nightmare, where every step forward could be their last. When survival is the only rule left, how much of yourself do you lose just trying to stay alive?

My very first book, I really hope this gets at least some attention. I worked hard on this project, and I want advice on what to do.

Suzy Su is forty years old, single, and has spent the last twelve years in the same Silver Lake apartment, building a life that looks stable from the outside. She's an immigration attorney at a small firm — good at her job, respected by her colleagues, and invisible to everyone who matters. She has a mother in Pasadena who knows she's gay but never talks about it. She has a set of rituals — coffee, work, a run she never enjoys, a plant she keeps forgetting to water — that she calls a life. She is not prepared for what comes next. Routine bloodwork reveals she is HIV-positive. The viral load and CD4 count suggest she's been infected for three to seven years. In that window, she's had four sexual contacts: Shelly, the older woman who taught her how to be a lesbian in a world that didn't want her; Claire, the high-powered corporate attorney who mirrored Suzy's own ambition so perfectly they became each other's walls; Kevin, her oldest friend, the only man she's ever trusted, and one night she's never talked about; and Kate, the auto mechanic who showed her that happiness could be easy — and then left her because she couldn't figure out how to be happy back. The novel follows Suzy over the course of one month as she contacts each of them, telling them they may have been exposed. But the investigation into the virus becomes an investigation into her own life. She realizes she's been building a case not against a person, but against a way of living — a life built on avoidance, on never wanting anything too much, on keeping people at a distance where they can't hurt her. Each former partner forces her to confront a version of herself she's tried to outrun: with Shelly, she's the frightened twenty-three-year-old who didn't know how to be loved; with Claire, she's the thirty-year-old who was too proud to be vulnerable; with Kevin, she's the woman who uses intimacy as anesthesia; and with Kate, she's the person who let the best thing in her life walk away because she didn't believe she deserved to keep it. The suspense structure follows a classic Agatha Christie trajectory: the suspects are introduced, red herrings are planted, and the reader — along with Suzy — is led toward a conclusion that seems inevitable in retrospect. But the novel subverts the whodunit form. There is no villain. The person who gave Suzy the virus did not know they had it. And the question Suzy has to answer is not "who?" but "what now?" TRACE BACK is a literary suspense novel set in contemporary Los Angeles — a city of highways and hidden lives, where people reinvent themselves for a living and the past is always just a few exits away. It explores the gap between the stories we tell ourselves and the truths we refuse to see, the particular loneliness of the Asian-American experience in queer spaces, and the strange, quiet grace of learning to live with something you can't undo. Told in present tense with a propulsive, emotionally precise voice, the novel moves between Suzy's present-day investigation and extended flashbacks that form complete narrative arcs. Each relationship is a novella folded inside the larger story, and each one redefines what the reader — and Suzy — thinks they know about love, trust, and the difference between being hurt and being harmed. At its heart, this is not a story about a virus. It's a story about a woman who has spent forty years building walls, and who finally — through an accident of biology and a series of difficult phone calls — learns to let them down.

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!