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Sihwan merupakan anak yatim piatu. Sihwan merupakan anak yang menganggap dirinya memiliki kutukan. Setiap kali tertidur dia akan mendapatkan mimpi yang sama berulang kali. mimpi tersebut tentang bayangan besar yang selalu menganggunya saat tidur. Dia tidak ingat siapa orang tua-nya, yang dia ketahui adalah Sihwan diterlantarkan karena suatu alasan . Menginjak remaja Sihwan dan menempati status SMA. Sihwan ingin belajar mandiri dengan mendirikan Café bersama teman-teman didalam Panti Asuhan. Selama terus melanjutkan hidupnya, suatu saat Sihwan terjebak dalam tragedi pembunuhan, pembunuhnya adalah orang yang dianggapnya baik. Pada saat itu juga Sihwan berada dialam bawah sadar dan tidak bisa mengendalikan dirinya. Ketika kembali sadar dihadapannya terdapat pembunuh yang telah tewas. Tragedi tersebut menjadi tontonan orang tertinggi di suatu perusaahan dan dirinya dibawa ke kota Jakarta dan semenjak itu kehidupannya mulai berubah.

Kehidupan Jiyeon berbanding terbalik setelah kekasih nya Shin Jung Han menikam anak dari pemilik tempat dimana dia bekerja

In the days of the Primordials, there was a legendary tale that transcends all other tales. This is the tale of a young cultivator and his war against a powerful darkness. Live the story and tell the tale. This is Pathway. Join me on discord: https://discord.gg/A25Z2wexXe

In a world where silence clings to forgotten ruins and frost lingers beneath ancient trees, two boys—Aiden, wielder of darkness, and Lyon, master of storm—are bound by a fate older than the land itself. Drawn together by a prophecy whispered in half-remembered songs, they walk a path where no others dare tread. Haunted by ghosts on the breeze and shadows in the stone, their journey weaves through crumbling halls and cursed forests. Yet even in despair, music and flame rise to guide them—a reminder that their footsteps carry the weight of those who came before. But destiny is no gentle companion. The world has forgotten the old magic, and in its absence, corruption festers. To survive, Aiden and Lyon must master not only their spells but the bond between them, for only together can they carve a light into the encroaching dark. Their tale is one of sorrow and wonder, of storms that shatter silence and shadows that swallow hope.

ek asa khwab jo uske jine ki umeed tha..12 sal ki umr me usne jo dekha tha shyd uski zindagi ki hakikat ban gya tha wo ek khwaab jisne uski puri zindagi bdl di uska aane wala kl us ek khwaab se juda tha wo chehra jo usne kabhi apne khwab me dekha tha wo hakikat me h ya nhi wo bhi nhi janti thi janti thi to bs itna ki uske jine ki or wha se bhar niklne ki ek aakhiri umeed tha wo khwab wo sapna jiske liye usne apni puri zindagi ko dav pe lga diya tha wo nhi janti thi ki jis sapne k piche wo pgl hoke bhag rhi hai kl wahi sapna uski puri zindagi badal dega ye duniya ye samaj jisee bekhabar or bekhouf hoke wo bawri ban gai thi ye Samaj use kabhi nhi apnayega wo bhul chuki thi ki wo kon hai or uski zindagi ka maksad kya hai wo sb bhul chuki thi bs use khuch yad tha to sirf itna ki usne jo sapna dekha tha wo ek din sach hoga or wo sab kuch chod k chali jayegi lekin ye sb kuch itna bhi aasan nhi hone wala tha us ek khwaab k piche pagal hone wali wo ldki ye bhul gai thi ki wo jis ghar me rehti hai wha use mot milegi use apni zindagi ki kimat chukani pdegi us ek khwaab k badle mein pr use kha parwah thi in sb baaton ki woto sirf itna janti thi ki use wha tak jana hai wo milega use us par khi dur is nafrat se bhut dur koi jo uska intzaar kr rha hai na jane kitne hi waqt se sirf uska intzaar kr rha hai ... wo har roj use bulata hai use pukarata hai lekin uski bebasi wo uski aawaz sun to leti hai pr use dekh nhi pati uske pas jaa nhi skti ...... kese jati bhala is pinjare se nikal k .. or kha jati use naa koi Raasta pata tha na kuch or pata tha ... agr pta tha to sirf itna ki bs use jana hai ... wo is baat se Anjaan thi ki uski aane wali zindagi me ek asa tufaan aane wala hai jo wo soch bhi bhi skti thi ... bhumi bachpan se apne dada dadi or apne uncle aunty k sath pali bdi thi.... ek asa ghar jaha pe sab kuch tha per ager kuch nahi tha to wo tha uske maa baap ka pyar or un dono ki mojudagi.... usne bachpan se apne maa baap ko dekha tha wo nhi janti thi ki Maa ka pyar kya hota hai...use kuch pata tha to sirf itna ki thappad kya hota hai ..... ek choti si bacchi jisne apna pura bachpan apne dada dadi k sath gujar diya sirf is intzaar me ki ek din uski maa aayegi or use le jayegi...yha se hamesha k liye.... uske dosto ko jb wo school me dekhti thi ki sab apni maa ki batein krti hai to wo bas sunti thi..... or hamesha bas khamosh hoke ek kone me beth k yhi sochti thi ki ek din meri maa bhi aayegi..... nafraton k bich pali bdi wo ldki jiske aas pas sirf nafrat thi koi use pyar krne wala nhi tha ...... the to sirf nafrat bhari aankhon se use ghurne wale use dekhne wale ..... lekin wo nafrat kabhi usne apne dil me nhi aane di.... uska dil kanch ki tarah saf tha ... saf bhi tha kyo ki uski zindagi mein jo hone wala tha jo aane wala tha uske liye uske dil me sirf or sirf pyar bhara hua tha .... Ander Ander se Tut chuki thi wo ldki lekin usne haar nahi mani bilkul bhi ... fir achanak ek din uske ghr me kisi ki Death ho gai or uas din k bad uski zindagi me sab kuch badal gaya.... wo ek din jis din wo school se apne ghr aayi or usne dekha ki uske ghar k bhar logo ki bheed jama hui hai ...... wo nhi janti thi ki ye log kon hai or darte hue jhijhakate hue us bheed k pas jane lgi.... tbi use bhut jor se kisi k rone ki aawaaz aayi wo or dar gai saham gai or bhag k ek kone me Jane beth gai.... wo nahi janti thi ki ye kya ho raha hai ye bheed kon hai wo chahti thi ki wo us bheed k us par jake dekhe ki ye itni jor jor se kon ro rha hai kya hua hai .... pr uski himmat nhi ho rhi thi mano us rone ki chikhane ki chillane ki awaz ne use asa daraya ki wo nhi ja pai .... thodi der bad jb usne himmat ki Ander jane ki wo jab wo kamre me pahuchi to bhut sari orte use ghughant me dikhai dii.... or sab ro rhi thi tabhi achanak se ek hath uske or bada or us orat ne use apni taraf khicha ..... wo nhi janti thi ki wo orta kon hai wo uska chehra dekhna chahti thi pr wo dekh nhi pa rhi thi ghughat ki wajah se ..... wo orat use apne sath le gai .................

READ AUXILIARY CHAPTER FIRST. A 20 year old young man is trying to honor the heroic legacy of someone who was very dear to him in his childhood, going from dimension to dimension to save other people, but sometimes, this man can get too caught up with having fun due to the thrills that he forgets to keep other people safe. Is he going to become a better hero? Twitter Account: https://twitter.com/georgerogerkaos

Following the marines of a Kill Team from the Deathwatch as they attempt to root out a xeno infestation in Hive City Kalon. *Disclaimer* Prior Warhammer 40k lore knowledge will benefit the reader greatly, but is not required.

Khwaab to khwaab ha band ankhon se ziada khuli ankhon ma paiey jaaty h

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!

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?