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After a simple extraction mission, Kenneth makes a dire mistake that wipes out his entire team. Left alone and bleeding out, Kenneth has no choice but to pray to a higher being in hopes of getting a second chance at life. Luckily for him, his prayers are answered as he finds himself in the body of a man who has the same name as him! Now, faced with a strange world he is unfamiliar with, all he can do is follow the previous owners' wishes to enter the infamous military academy Toleran and become a renowned Anchor. The problem is finding a Striker to pair with. In comes Lucien Saint-James, the captain of the third division and a high-class Striker with whom he has the highest compatibility. The problem is, whenever Lucien is around, he gets this uncontrollable urge to bring him to his knees, not to mention that he doesn’t care for his arrogant attitude either. Now, Kenneth faces a dilemma. If he ever hopes to make it out of this academy alive and realize the dreams of the original Kenneth, he will have to suck up his pride and learn to hide his urges if he wants to make it out in one piece. Oh, and did he mention he had to deal with monsters and mystical beasts too?! ****************************************** Excerpt: “Kiss me.” Kenneth blinked. “What—“ “You heard me. Do it. Now.” Anger flashed in his eyes yet his body moved before his brain could tell him to stop. He reached for the Striker and their lips met. Kenneth poured his energy into Lucien, filling the barren pit inside his mind, giving him enough juice to keep going. The two pulled away, and Lucien’s steely eyes met his, holding him in place. “You always look like you hate anchoring me, but then you get that blissful look on your face that screams ‘I want more’. It’s cute.” Kenneth felt an unbearable urge to slap the smug smile off his face. But since now wasn’t the time to commit acts of violence against his pair. He held himself back. He would deal with him properly later. “Eat shit, captain.” Was all he said before sending him off. ****** A guideverse story with a little twist, hot and cold romance with a whole lot of slow burn (emphasis on burn because the MC refuses to admit his feelings, the stubborn fool). TW: Trauma, survival’s guilt, and violence

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Cultivation world Tianji door to the evening when the ascension by the thunderbolt was split to the modern world, possessed in a small eighteen line paste curry to the evening body.Paste curry to the night to mix with the entertainment industry for many years has always been a small transparent, in the female N number ranks in the soy sauce, the brokerage company to see its lack of economic value let her go to accompany the wine, resistance to the company after the whole network blocked.The money saved over the years has also been mum to her brother to buy a large set of three houses in A City, allowing the original owner to suffer, and eventually broke down and swallowed sleeping pills to commit suicide.When the palm to the night to take over the body of the paste curry to the night, doomed to this world because she boiled.A fortune-telling and divining account called Zhuang Zhou Meng Die quickly became popular on the raccoon live broadcasting platform, and the anchor dresses in an ancient style to cover her face with a veil, but the fortune-telling is accurate!

A man raised by traitors that still has strong convictions. A what do you do when you have a dangerous power and no power with those around you. There is blood, slavers, and other topics that might not be for everyone. This is a prequel book to another book I have written but never shared. Sorry if I skip over anything, it should stand alone though.

Time is not on his side. It's inside him. Nineteen year old Alex Wilder has spent his whole life feeling like he's watching the world through glass — present but untouched, handsome but invisible, alive but completely indifferent. In the crowded hallways of New Lagos High he is nobody. A closed door. A boy too guarded to let the world in and too smart to pretend that doesn't cost him something. Then one rainy evening in the forgotten sub-levels of Chronicle Hall, everything changes. A four hundred year old secret chooses him. A pulse that isn't his own heartbeat takes up residence in his chest. And somewhere at the edge of the universe, something ancient and hungry stirs — a being who was once the greatest guardian of time and is now its most terrifying enemy — and starts moving toward New Lagos. His name is Kronos Maw. He doesn't want to rule time. He wants to unmake it. But Kronos Maw is not the worst thing out there. Before the universe had a name. Before time had a direction. Before the first star burned its first light into the darkness — there was the Chrono Void. A hunger that doesn't roar or rage or announce itself. It simply waits at the edge of everything, patient and absolute, whispering one promise to every crack in reality it finds. Entropy. Silence. Nothingness. For centuries the Temporal Lattice has kept it locked away. But the Lattice is fracturing. And every Rift pulse Kronos Maw unleashes loosens another thread. Every world he destroys opens another crack. He believes he is using the Void as a weapon. He doesn't understand that the Void is using him. Across the multiverse others are stirring. A wind-singer on a floating citadel of crystal spires whose songs travel through cracks in reality. A stone-skinned guardian on a desert world where sand itself is frozen in time. Ancient Weavers watching from a pocket dimension outside of time entirely. Warriors from rift-scarred worlds carrying powers forged from broken timelines. All of them feeling the same fractures. All of them sending the same desperate signal. Hold the line. On Earth Alex's only allies are a sharp-eyed tech genius with fourteen pages of notes, a former bully with a blade forged from broken time, and a four hundred year old guardian who has been waiting specifically for him. Together they are the first defense between New Lagos and oblivion. Between Earth and the unraveling of everything. Two threats. One is coming for him. The other is coming for everything. Some legacies skip generations. Some wait four hundred years. Alex's just arrived. And the question isn't whether he's ready. The question is whether ready even matters anymore. The lattice is fracturing. The tyrant is coming. The Void is whispering. And a boy from New Lagos is all that stands between existence and the hungry silence at the edge of time. The war for time itself begins here. Time is not on his side. It's inside him. Nineteen year old Alex Wilder has spent his whole life feeling like he's watching the world through glass — present but untouched, handsome but invisible, alive but completely indifferent. In the crowded hallways of New Lagos High he is nobody. A closed door. A boy too guarded to let the world in and too smart to pretend that doesn't cost him something. Then one rainy evening in the forgotten sub-levels of Chronicle Hall, everything changes. A four hundred year old secret chooses him. A pulse that isn't his own heartbeat takes up residence in his chest. And somewhere at the edge of the universe, something ancient and hungry stirs — a being who was once the greatest guardian of time and is now its most terrifying enemy — and starts moving toward New Lagos. His name is Kronos Maw. He doesn't want to rule time. He wants to unmake it. But Kronos Maw is not the worst thing out there. Before the universe had a name. Before time had a direction. Before the first star burned its first light into the darkness — there was the Chrono Void. A hunger that doesn't roar or rage

24 year old Jossy has spent the last two years trapped in a marriage that is slowly breaking her spirit. To the world, her husband Damien is charming, successful, and deeply devoted, but behind closed doors, he’s a monster. He is controlling, violent, and unpredictable. One night, he goes too far. Terrified and desperate, Jossy reaches out to the only person she trusts: Noah, Damien’s former best friend, and the man who has secretly loved and supported her. What follows is a harrowing journey through hospitals, police investigations, and painful steps toward freedom. As the truth of her marriage unravels in public, Jossy needs courage to; face the powerful man who has been abusing her, rebuild her life, and open her heart to loving again.

Louisa Woods, after discovering she wasn't the biological daughter of the man she had been calling dad for nineteen years, but that of her mum's secret lover Conrad, becomes every man's sexy, attractive worst nightmare. Love knocks; Things change when Mason, her teenage one sided lover, returns from Australia looking ten times more attractive than when she lastly set eyes on him. Will her loathe for him plus, her loathe for men give him a chance with her as they work hand in glove with each other? There is a skeleton in every cupboard; Louisa and Mason both have secrets which they might end up spilling to each other or forever remain speechless as long as Hawaii can accommodate them.

In the heart of Accra, the line between the known world and the ancient unknown is fraying. ​Kendra Agyapong is a girl of simple ambitions: she lives in the coastal neighborhood of Teshie, works at a local café, and fills her notebooks with stories. She is quiet, ordinary, and dangerously clean—the only person left in a world of corruption who possesses no secrets. ​Gad Yeboah is the opposite. A billionaire titan of industry, he has spent his life building an empire, controlling markets, and silencing threats. He believes he owns the city, until he encounters a force he cannot buy, bribe, or break. ​When their worlds collide, they are pulled into the center of a centuries-old war. Kendra is not just a writer; she is the "Anchor," a Guardian destined to seal the veil between our world and a dark, encroaching dimension. Gad, the man who thought he could control everything, suddenly finds himself the protector of the only weapon that can save—or destroy—reality. ​Bound together by necessity and hunted by a shadowy organization known as the Seekers, Kendra and Gad must navigate a dangerous game of power and mysticism. ​In a world where everyone has a price, Kendra is the variable that changes the equation. But as the veil begins to tear, Gad realizes that the greatest threat isn't the enemy at their door—it’s the terrifying power growing within the woman he is sworn to protect. ​The war for the Crossroads has begun. And for the Anchor and the Titan, there is nowhere left to hide.​

Sebagai seseorang yang terbiasa hidup sendiri, aku tidak pernah berharap ada yang memahamiku. Di duniaku yang abu-abu, hanya ada aku dan sebuah buku yang menyimpan semua rahasia yang tak pernah kuucapkan. Namun ketika buku itu jatuh ke tangan seseorang, duniaku perlahan berubah. Ia adalah seseorang yang tidak banyak bicara, namun entah bagaimana selalu tahu apa yang tidak pernah ingin kukatakan. Dan untuk pertama kalinya, aku mulai takut—bukan akan kesepian, tapi akan kehilangan seseorang yang mungkin… benar-benar melihatku. “Jika aku mengungkapkan isi hatiku… apa kau tetap akan bersamaku?” — Aira “Menangislah kalau kau ingin. Aku akan tetap di sini.” — Rei

The weight of guilt left him drowning. But sometimes you have to reach the bottom before you can come up for air. Castin is a man hollowed by loss, sleepwalking through the wreckage of his life. When grief finally drags him under, he doesn’t expect to make it back up. And yet, he does. But not to where he began. Surrounded by strangers who speak in half-truths and wear their trauma like armor, Castin is thrust into a world where survival depends on silence, and trust is in short supply. The deeper he’s pulled into this place, the more he realizes his pain didn’t bring him here by accident. It brought him here for a reason. Now, Castin must walk a reality that mirrors his own fractured soul, where the only way out may be to navigate through the very guilt The thought would destroy him. This is a prequel novel to my book "The Acer Chronicles: Liberation's End"