range balls

balls are week and sensitive, vaginas take a pound i NG, cuz they want to act like pussies so what would you do honey?!

The words rolled around in Skye's mind as he thrust his spear through the neck, or at least one of the necks, of the creature in front of him. "All worlds are dangerous, Skye, this one is no different. Violence never stops, it just changes. And we think that if we just use the right type of violence, we can fix it. We just add to it." Was he using the right type of violence now? It felt right, like it was meant to stop this beast born from the sickness of a dying soul from destroying everything he loved. But the words that whispered into his ear made him unsure. [Faded Husk returns to the cycle] The cycle will continue. The cycle of life, the cycle of violence. It didn't matter which. He didn't want to be the one to return. He had come to this world with nothing but a past he didn't want to remember, and built something he couldn't abandon. He had allies now. A home for the first time in a long time. People who relied on him to survive. From the roots under his feet he willed his Minions to sprout. Growing from the ground, his Chestnut Warriors sprang up, shields in hand. He would keep trying until he found the right violence.

"Listen my friend listen my Peer. The Nights unknown so much to learn. The gift of gods will guide our path. Their Torch of fire, Infinite Light." This is a book of mysteries. A book of Infinite possibilities. To whom do I owe this pleasantry? I have no idea. The story need must be told as the suspense flows. My dear readers beware. Once you're in deep into this, There's no turning back. Join in this once-in-a lifetime event as you walk this path of no return. The story unfolds as we thought it would, until you realize not even I have control of what goes on here. I am but a mediator between two worlds. A narrator of possibilities yet unknown. I am a slave to The Voices Of T°R°A°N°C°E. Delusional? Of course not. Realistic? Not a chance. All you need know is that it never ends. The Characters, the Arcs, the story line, the plot and setting. I can't guarantee you a hundred percent literality but I can assure you of four things. Come, take with you a sip of suspense, a tablespoon of unending adrenaline rush, a large slice of unmatched plot, and a pinch of development of your favorite Characters. I wouldn't want to do so but the voices in my head keeps telling me to and therefore I must leave. There shall be no spoilers! Come along into this world of my making The Beautiful World Of T°R°A°N°C°E.

this story is about two protagonists which are Riki and Sora they find them selves together in a world that was betrayed by god

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A cat? On door way again. Why do you keep coming back here. They say if you feed a feral cat, it'll never leave.. it'll probably bring over it's friends if I keep it here.

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!

After accidentally falling off a cliff, Faye Yardley finds herself transmigrated into a male-oriented sea survival novel she had read. Not wanting to become the cannon fodder character who shares her name, and determined to ensure her brother survives, she resolves to clear this sea survival game and leave the game world alive.

In her past life, Tang Mo accidentally lost her own Space Jade Pendant when the apocalypse began, losing her biggest golden finger. Afterwards, her superpower training went awry, she lost her loved ones, suffered from ostracization, and utterly ruined the good hand she was dealt, ultimately dying at the mouths of mutant beasts. Opening her eyes again, Tang Mo was reborn one week before the start of the apocalypse. None of the tragedies has happened yet! How will she seize the opportunity and walk her own path to becoming a powerful figure in the apocalypse?

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"