larry marino obituary

[Completed] Where Harry had an abusive past and then happenes to litteraly bump right into Louis' life. Trigger warning: -abuse -self harm -eating disorder (Also available on Wattpad and Ao3)

When the System arrived, Marcus Hale was assigned a Class nobody understood: Obituarist. He can kill any entity by writing its obituary. The rules are absolute. Every word must be true. Every line must be professional. Write one lie, and the death redirects to him instead. Marcus doesn't fight. He witnesses. From his Portland funeral home, he treats every ending with the same care he practiced for twelve years as a mortician. A community forms around him. No warlord dares attack the man who might one day hold their pen. Supported by an Actuary who sees Marcus as an ERROR and a Paramedic who holds death at bay, Marcus begins a thousand chapter journey. He will write the ends of goblins, kings, and eventually the System itself. Marcus will be the one to write the final draft for a universe being harvested. Every word true. Every line fair. He writes the ending. The universe handles the rest.

***This book has been edited and a new title is published on my profile under the name THE SUMMER I FELL IN LOVE***

Una breve historia de amor entre dos solitarios seres que pertenecían a mundos diferentes, haciendo posible algo ciertamente imposible. Un romance en las profundidades del océano, donde todo puede suceder

I transmigrated into the body of Zara Voss, the most hated woman in a web novel. Cold empress. Scheming villainess. Dead by chapter three.   Fine. I know the story. I know every move the plot makes. All I have to do is survive it.   Except the system tells me something nobody is supposed to know: the saintly, beloved heroine of this story is also a transmigrator. And she has been rewriting this plot for years before I arrived.   Her name in the real world was Lena. My best friend. The girl I watched die the same night I did.   She built this world around herself like a throne. She made herself untouchable. She gave the most powerful man in the empire, the cold and terrifying Crown Prince Cael, every reason to love her and every reason to destroy me.   But Lena did not bring me here by accident. She brought me here because she is trapped. Because the story she rewrote has become a cage she cannot escape alone. And the only person who has ever known her well enough to find the lock is me.   Now I am standing in the middle of her empire, wearing the face of the villain she built to take the fall, falling for the prince she designed to hate me, and trying to save the girl who might not want to be saved.

chul in larry is the CEO of fashion la house which has many properties overseas but in other to acquire all this asset he needs to get married

One-shot che scriverò quando avrò immaginazione

Kai Muren doesn't hunt demons. He doesn't cultivate power or chase immortality. He writes obituaries. For people who haven't died yet. The moment his pen touches the page, the universe reads it. And the universe always finishes what it starts. For eleven years he's worked alone — no teacher, no order, no explanation. Just names that appear in his notebook overnight, and three days to finish each story before the ink fades and someone dies incomplete. Then a stranger breaks into his apartment at 5am with a dead man's notebook, his mother's name on the last page, and sixty hours before the pattern completes. For the first time, Kai has to do something he's never done: stop one. The Last Obituary Writer is a dark fantasy psychological thriller about death, memory, and the stories we leave unfinished — and the one man tasked with finishing them.

You think that soulmates do not keep their promises, we are very wrong when one of them makes a promise they will have to fulfill it even in the next life

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!