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In a world filled with monsters, Qi, and myriad factions, a rhyme resounds across the land and the sea as Jack is roaming around, searching for a clue of an oil reserve. “I’m looking for some oil.” “I’m looking for some oil.” Jack has been transmigrated to this world with a strange robot. Their mission is to find ten billion barrels of oil. “Hmm? There is a bandit stronghold living above my oil reserve? I shall help the world while achieving my goal, two birds with one stone.” -------- Other Works: 1. I Can Read People's Comments 2. God of Tricksters (Completed) 3. Gacha Sovereign (Completed) 4. The Magician of Sound (Completed) 5. Reincarnated to Bonk in Another World (Completed)

Blue Angelite is studying to be a lawyer at Cerulean Academics. Yuno Alpine, known to close family and friends as Coconut, attends Cerulean Arts, playing in the top band of the school. The Arts and Academics have a burning hatred for the other. This is a classic Romeo and Juliet story, except Juliet isn't a girl. When Blue accepts the offer to date a rich boy named Blaize, who goes to Cerulean Arts, he didn't think much of it. However, after being proclaimed the mascot of his boyfriend's school against his will and getting kidnapped by Blaize's handsome brother, he finds himself in quite the mess.

He was supposed to die and get a cheat skill. Instead, he got a job. Li Wei spent his life moderating a forum full of angry nerds for free. When he transmigrated into a cultivation world, he expected a golden finger. Maybe a dragon bloodline. Maybe a harem. What he got was a blue popup, a jade slip shaped like a smartphone, and a new title he never asked for: [Head Moderator of the Heavenly Dao Livestreaming Platform.] Now every god, demon, and ancient monster with a divine internet connection is watching him like he's the newest reality show. They donate Spirit Stones when he embarrasses people. They spam chat when he messes up. They file complaints about each other's profile pictures. And Li Wei? He's just trying to survive. The Sect Elder who wanted him dead? Muted. The Demon Lord who thinks they're best friends? Top donor. The Celestial Emperor who views him as an insult to Heaven? Currently typing an angry message in all caps. Li Wei can't cultivate worth a damn. His sword skills are embarrassing. But he has the one thing every immortal in the universe secretly fears: The Ban Hammer. And the terms of service are very clear about what happens to gods who violate the harassment policy.

There will be a point in one's life when an individual reaches rock bottom; where every path leads to nowhere, every dim light fades into nothingness; an overwhelming loneliness. It may arrive early; it may come late. The line of fate reaches all physical and non-physical beings. Everything is affected. There will come a time when one's too far deep into the mantle. The pressure crushing; shattering. Hot; the magma burning, seething. Then there's the core. The singular point of utter failure. A white magma of negativity; degradation; mental strain. A swirling heat of pain, loss. Self-destruction, end. It's pointless. Lost. At that point, that individual has nothing to lose. It will now solely depend on the individual and how they will respond to the situation they reside in. Will they attain glory from the fall, or die from the fall? It's an imminent doom every being created must face. An inevitable event that must take place.

When beings older than Humanity begin to rise to the surface, Sister June Weymouth finds herself in the middle. With the help of a stranger and her own struggling faith will she be able to face the Devil in the Oil Field?

Young couple Ellis and Casey’s Christmas is set to be a lean one. Struggling financially, they’re only able to manage the most basic needs for their holiday celebration. They can’t afford luxuries like a turkey. Or decorations. Or presents. Between the recent death of Casey’s beloved momma, and Ellis’ estrangement from his family, all they have is each other.<br><br>When Ellis finds the saddest looking Christmas tree south of the Mason-Dixon line thrown outside his workplace and brings it home to Casey, things look up. Because what more do you need to have a Merry Christmas than enthusiasm, ingenuity, and someone to love?

"Ketika hati tiba-tiba menginginkannya, apakah itu salah? Saat hati tak ada yang tahu bahkan orangnya sekalipun! Maaf jika menyukaimu membuat dirimu tak nyaman dan memilih untuk menjauh. Tapi aku tak bisa menahannya lagi" "Aku yang tak berani untuk mengambil keputusan. Aku begitu takut dengan pengakuanku yang akan membuat tembok penghalang antara kita" "Kamu akan bahagia bersama orang yang mencintaimu dengan sepenuh hati. Maaf, tapi bukan aku leya"

Dear Max, if you are reading this then I am probably dead, but I will try to explain what you see before you. As you know we moved to Norway because my job required us to be here and it is because of my job that I must leave you. This world is dangerous, but my past is more dangerous. But I can't just leave you to die alone so I spent some time trying to find a safe haven for both of us. It was during this search that I discovered that the American Government has set up a base on top of an old oil rig. I plan to go here and once I confirm it is safe return to pick you back up. But if you are reading this then my plan most likely failed and for that I am sorry. Remember that I will always love you, please survive. -Love Your Father It was this simple letter, that started Max’s journey as they braved the post nuclear wastes, determined to not only survive but recover their past.

My fated mate, Rhys Sterling, invited me to his pack’s full moon bonfire when I was seven months pregnant with our pup. The moon was high and bright, but a wave of pregnancy-induced nausea had sent me slipping away to the lounge, where I was quietly scrolling through my phone. Suddenly, a Beta wolf from his pack, Blair Lowell, sauntered over and straddled Rhys's lap. "Hurry up with that moonlight oil! And don't just do my collarbones. I don't want splotchy marks from the ritual." Did I hear that right? My fated mate, Rhys Sterling, casually picked up the oil bottle and, without a flicker of hesitation, began applying it to her neck. "Your scent mark is already fading. I'll help you deepen it, make your wolf's presence stronger." Blair swatted his shoulder playfully. "And what's that to you? You're the one who said my wolf's scent wasn't strong enough last time." The other pack members started whistling and catcalling. As Rhys spread the oil near her heart, his gaze flickered to me for a fraction of a second. But Blair grabbed his hand, pushing it closer to her chest. "Don't worry, Avalon. He's touched me here so many times, he's practically immune. It's just moonlight oil. No need to get jealous, right?" I scoffed. The betrayal was so blatant, so utterly shameless. I turned away, mind-linking my clan's elder and requesting the ceremony to sever our mate bond. I wasn't jealous. I was furious. And they would both face the wrath of the Vance clan.

Young welder from Texas heads to New York, he soon finds out that people are not who they pretend to be and gets drug into the dark side of his work.