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The Beast Running Back (RB). From mixed martial arts to football, from an obscure rookie to a superstar sweeping the league, from an outsider who knew nothing to a terrifying beast... He left numerous legends on this field and became a myth that changed the sport, yet at the beginning of the story, the creator of all these legends claimed innocently, Football, what’s that? I’m truly not a football prodigy, really.

La Bestia Running Back (RB). De las artes marciales mixtas al fútbol americano, de un novato desconocido a una superestrella que arrasa en la liga, de un forastero que no sabía nada a una bestia aterradora... Dejó numerosas leyendas en este campo y se convirtió en un mito que cambió el deporte, sin embargo, al comienzo de la historia, el creador de todas estas leyendas afirmó inocentemente, Fútbol Americano, ¿qué es eso? Verdaderamente no soy un prodigio del fútbol americano, en serio.

Si Pemain Belakang Buas (RB). Dari seni bela diri campuran hingga football, dari pemain pendatang baru yang tidak dikenal hingga menjadi superstar yang menguasai liga, dari orang luar yang tidak tahu apa-apa hingga menjadi monster yang menakutkan... Dia meninggalkan banyak legenda di lapangan ini dan menjadi mitos yang mengubah olahraga tersebut, namun pada awal cerita, pencipta dari semua legenda ini mengklaim dengan polos, Football, apa itu? Saya sungguh bukan seorang jenius football, sungguh.

A Fera Running Back (RB). De artes marciais mistas ao futebol americano, de um novato obscuro a uma superestrela dominando a liga, de um forasteiro que não sabia nada a uma fera aterrorizante... Ele deixou inúmeras lendas neste campo e se tornou um mito que mudou o esporte, mas no início da história, o criador de todas essas lendas afirmou inocentemente, Futebol americano, o que é isso? Eu realmente não sou um prodígio do futebol americano, de verdade.

He loved his best friend’s sister, but never had the courage to tell her. Before he could confess, she died in an accident. Unable to move on from the regret, he suddenly wakes up in the past — back to his college days. Now he has a second chance. But changing the past is not as easy as he thinks.

After an unfortunate death, Xitu is reincarnated into a cultivation world. He screams in joy. He’s got all the perfect MC traits: dead parents, trash talent, and being neglected by his clan. But… where’s his golden finger? No system? No mysterious grandpa in a ring? No ancient bloodline sleeping inside him? Nothing? “Damn you, Heaven! You sent me here without a cheat just to suffer?!” Sadly, no one answers. Life passes quietly. Just when Xitu is about to give up and live a mediocre life, luck finally arrives! A treasure hidden among the trash will change his destiny. Follow Xitu as he sells his way to the top of the cultivation world! ------------------------------------------------ I'll be posting this story on scribble hub as well. If you enjoy the story, please consider leaving a review!

I died any Monday. Without glory, without firewoods, without knowing that life would give me a second chance ... in another body. When I opened my eyes, I was in the body of a common university student, a third year student at an American university. But it wasn't just a new life that I received. Within my mind, a mechanical voice appeared. [Acting Professional Football System ...] From that moment on, my destiny changed. The system was better urged with his training, the ordinary became legendary. And I ... I became a storm inside the field. With each conquered yard, the spotlights lit. The contracts arrived. The interviews. The money. Women. More than one, more than I could count or maintain. All attracted by the Aura of the emerging star, by that boy who suddenly had everything ... or so it seemed. But in the midst of chaos and glory, something deeper came than a super bowl: the truth. A letter. An unexpected encounter. Faces that shared my features. I had found my biological parents. Those of blood. But the heart ... that was still united to those who raised me when there was no one else. This is not just an American football story. It is a story about identity, on ambition and second opportunities. On a gift no one that became an icon thanks to an impossible system. And how, despite all success, sometimes the most difficult is not to win in the field ... But know who you are when you no longer wear the helmet on.

Juan is on the run for his life when he stumbles across an abandoned Chihuahua pup. What better companion for his flight and then mascot for his initial foray into free enterprise in his new home? But dangerous enemies are determined to track him down. It takes a strong friend to help him survive.<br><br>Troy grew up in poverty and has clawed his way to success. Until he builds a foolproof security, he hasn’t got time for relationships, or so he tells himself. Then an amazing little dog and her equally amazing master charge into his life and he’s captured in a net of lust, danger and obligations he never expected to find.

When Mara arrives late to the pack lodge on the night of a sacred rite, she finds the silver bowl already waiting on the steps and her brother’s fate all but sealed. Desperate to save him from a crushing blood debt, she confronts Lucan, the alpha she blames for her family’s ruin and the one man she can neither trust nor forget. But when Mara brings forward hidden records left by her dead father, she uncovers signs of a deeper betrayal within the pack. As old secrets rise and political forces close in, Mara and Lucan are drawn into a dangerous struggle over loyalty, survival, and the truth that could destroy them both.

I ended my negotiations in Geneva a day early. I planned to fly back to our Boston Seaport apartment to arrange a birthday surprise for Linus Hayes. But the scene that greeted me when I pushed open the apartment door was pure chaos. Linus was already celebrating his birthday early with his advisor's daughter, Lisa Reed. In place of my gray silk bedsheets were Lisa’s favorite pink floral ones. Even the marble countertop was covered in skincare products that weren't mine. It was as if my two-week business trip had erased all trace of me. Worse, the smart lock code had been changed. I rang the doorbell. When the door opened, it revealed Linus’s astonished face. "What are you doing back so early?" Instead of answering, my gaze swept over the living room. On the table, the antique porcelain plates I had collected from Italy were filled with Lisa's favorite Japanese food. A birthday cake sat in the center of the table. "Celebrating early, are we? And I didn't even get an invite?" I reached for the cake, but Lisa immediately frowned. "I'm sorry, Mandy, but I have a lot of allergies. Could you please use a different plate?" But the cupboard was empty; there were no extra plates. Then, Linus picked up our Golden Retriever Buster's food bowl from the floor, scooped a piece of cake into it, and handed it to me. "There are no other bowls in the house right now, Mandy. You'll just have to make do."