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This is the story of how I became the greatest genius in the history of humanity, destined to go down in the annals of history for all eternity! This is the story of how I made humanity what it is today. It all began on a fateful night in New York. With a certain peculiar dream. The Universe is grand and mysterious. What's important remains hidden... _________ P.S. Watch out, contains descriptive R18 scenes. [ completed ]

Kit and Kat are childhood friends growing up in the United States of Arizona, a state not historically known for embracing other cultures. Will their friendship survive? Or will Kit be pulled back into his white washed world while Kat gets pulled into her safety by numbers Latino neighborhood.

Someone -- or something -- is causing magical blizzards at Fairleigh Hall. The estate is suffering, and the Earl has requested assistance.<br><br>Constable Kit Thompson, of Bow Street’s Preternatural Division, isn’t especially thrilled to be sent out to the country. At least the assignment gets him away from fashionable London society and his own unwanted celebrity after successfully solving a notorious case. Of course, he’s now trapped at a country estate due to closed roads, snowstorms, and magic, but Kit’s always liked solving puzzles. He’s good at using empathic skills for investigations, and this is definitely a challenge. Besides, the Earl’s younger brother is an irritating and delicious temptation, all blue eyes and muscles and boundless enthusiastic optimism. Kit wants to either shake sense into him or kiss him senseless -- and can’t trust him, either, because if someone’s genuinely sabotaging the weather, everyone’s a suspect.<br><br>Harry Arden, younger brother of the Earl of Fairleigh, has never met a Preternatural Division constable before, much less a famous and celebrated one. He wants to help. And he wants to make that attractive but cynical constable smile, at least once. But the estate hides a family secret, and Harry knows perfectly well Kit doesn’t trust him ... and for good reason. Still, Harry offers to do what he can to assist with the investigation, and if that means spending more time with Kit, that’s a bonus. <br><br>When Harry and Kit end up caught by those magical storms, snowed in together at the old hunting lodge, they’ll have to trust each other with their secrets ... and their hearts.

In a world still scarred by forgotten gods and ancient wars, humanity clings to survival under the shadow of powers it was never meant to wield. Long ago, during a cataclysmic battle against six godlike beings known as the Six Gods of Calamity, the heavens granted humanity the Ancient Arts; mysterious powers called 'Releases.' Nations set aside their rivalries and fought together for generations. When the Calamities finally vanished without warning, the survivors came to discover a mysterious place called the Great Tombs of Constelli believed to be their final resting place. which would later hold a sacred and historical importance. Centuries later, in the underbelly of a seemingly ordinary city, a renowned archaeologist is brutally murdered in a forgotten alley. The case lands on the desk of Detective Silvers, a man with a flawless record and a reputation for never letting a mystery escape him. But this time, things are different. As Silvers digs deeper, he realizes the killers are no ordinary thugs. They possess unnatural abilities; Releases that should have been lost to history and a practice of the Ancient Arts that was banned by every nations of the earth. The deeper he goes, the more dangerous the truth becomes. What started as a simple murder investigation quickly spirals into a hidden war raging in the shadows. Powerful factions begin to move: -The Order:- silent guardians of forbidden knowledge. Anarchists to a cause, The Ghost of the Past that haunts the Present. An enemy to both the Mafia and the investigations department. -The Mafia:- whose reach extends far beyond crime and money. influence and power greater than most nations. but are rivaled by the order, making their number one objective the complete annihilation of the order. -The Investigations Department: desperately trying to maintain order in a world that no longer plays by the rules. Their highly ambitious move to put an end to the reign of both the Order and the Mafia puts them on a watchlist of the Mafia and the Order And the finally The Cult of the Black Scorpions:- whose twisted motives threaten to tear reality itself apart. They are end goal of the Order and an existential threat to many nations. Alliances shatter. Secrets surface. And Silvers soon discovers a chilling truth: This wasn’t just another case. It was the first move in a much larger, deadlier game, one that will decide the fate of those living in blissful ignorance… and those who dare to uncover what should have stayed buried.

Kit is torn between two lovers and some dangerous people are after her.

Shen Mu transmigrates into a cultivation world—only to find he’s just a mortal carpenter. No spiritual roots, no system, just a woodshop in the mountains. Resigned to a simple life, he crafts furniture to make a living. But unknowingly, every chair, table, and carving he makes bends the laws of reality. His discarded scraps become divine treasures. His casually built chairs radiate profound Dao. And now, celestial beings and powerful sects are desperate to meet the hidden expert behind these world-shaking artifacts. Meanwhile, Shen Mu just thinks they're very enthusiastic customers… Thus begins the legend of the Mortal Craftsman Who Shapes the Dao—a man who rewrites the heavens, one wooden stool at a time.

the world entered an apocalypse and 100,000 people are dragged into a 'game' where they will have to build a shelter capable of withstanding all kinds of natural disasters and radioactive monsters while they themselves increase their strength. [the conditions to be returned to their world are to survive for two years while increasing their strength and reinforcing their shelter or die on the way].

Here's the English translation of the provided Chinese text: --- Many awakened Fate Soul Pathwalkers fought hard in the square. Some fought with high spirits, swords in hand; some wore heavy armor and bore shields to protect their teammates; some hunted stealthily with bows; some danced across the battlefield wearing azure top hats. Huh? Dancing? Everyone turned to look. What's going on? "Oh no! He's a Pathwalker of Elation!" "What!? That Elation Path whose skill library is full of useless skills, the one that's notorious for griefing teammates?" "No! Don't run away — I'm a gold medal support! I never throw!" The crowd scattered like birds and beasts. Lin Xiwu stood there, tears streaming down his face. The initial free crying skill activated on its own. Damn Elation Path! I want to clear my name! Then Lin Xiwu turned and charged forward, frantically switching between weapons in his hands — the swiftness of The Hunt, the heavy strikes of Destruction, the area attacks of Erudition, the buffs of Harmony. Skills from many Paths came readily to his fingertips. The square ran red with blood, reduced to a bloody mess. By the central fountain, a white piano was set up. "I told you — I'm a gold medal support. Since no one came, I had to do it myself." Lin Xiwu wiped his bloodstained hands and touched the keys. "May you find peace." His expression was serene. On the battlefield, a melodious melody rang out. --- Let me know if you'd like a more literal or culturally adapted version.

Kisah cinta seorang remaja SMA. Saat rasa cinta mulai tumbuh pada sahabatnya sendiri. Akankah hubungan persahabatan ini bertahan? atau malah sebaliknya? akankah hubungan kekasih itu terjalin diantara mereka? atau malah memilih untuk menyerahkan hatinya kepada orang lain yang tulus kepadanya?

You nurtured me. You healed me. I don’t know you. Yet you died for me. You saved me. Yet you broke me the most. Why do I have to carry your lifeless body? Your warmth that once saved me, has been replaced with coldness. Our beautiful memories which were once a sanctuary, only remind me of my failures now. The memories you shielded me from are haunting me more than ever. The warmth you once gave me has vanished. You are cold. You are horrible. Yet your light is more dazzling than any star in the universe. I don’t understand why I am feeling like this. I may never understand. But I will try. In this life. In the life after that. And for the eternity that will follow. I will live for you. So please let me save you. A/N: Chapters every Monday for now. Might just come faster.