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Acquiring actual skills, interests and ideals... Is a hard task! How can you make sure, that everything you do is not an absolute waste of time, leading to less than nothing? Therefore, the main character of the story, the man affectionally called 'Nista' a name that, essentially, has no meaning, and "No meaning" is not the meaning of it either, obligates himself to nothing, aside from Visual novels! Reveling in his unemployed and severely uneducated life-style, refusing to go outside due to its dangers, the comfort of his life is challenged: unless poor Nista finds an actual job, his parents are going to stop sending him all the needed funds to slack away! So, o great' hero Nista... Can you depart on an adventure so dangerous, to seize the roots of a profession!?

For certain people, chaos needn't be a curse. For certain people, chaos oughta' be present and as common as a coffee, to necessitate one's mental stability. Meet Cooper. Cooper is an intelligent yet quirky individual who has the tendency of unintentionally getting involved with things, people and places that, conventionally could be considered detrimental. A comical and dark exploration into the life and mind of Cooper, who on the surface appears to be at least a successful connoisseur of chaos. Meanwhile, he's forced to keep up appearances whilst battling alcohol, drugs, relationships and prospective death on a bi-weekly basis. Support the completion of this book by purchasing an official copy here: lovelustcocaine.com => all purchased copies include exclusive bonus content, and are personally signed. Tagline: Imagine Trainspotting meeting Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas being chaperoned by a duo of Naked Lunch and Junky. Outline: Love, Lust and a Little Bit of Cocaine revolves around the life of Cooper - a functional alcoholic and drug addict. The story is divided into three parts encompassing separate time periods. Each chapter describes an experience based on true events which progressively propels Cooper further into the life of drugs, sex and chaos, whilst simultaneously forcing him to do his best to err on the side of caution as his life becomes entangled with the fallout of his opportunistic misbehaviour. Themes: #love #sex #travel #truestory #chaos #drugs #psychology #relationships #friendship #violence #skateboarding #death #mystery #comedy #observation #medicine #business #technology #crime #punishment #joy #family #podcast Contribute to the writing by purchasing a copy on http://lovelustcocaine.com and follow story developments on the lovelustcocaine podcast!

There are lives that unfold like open books— clear, visible, easily understood. And then, there are lives that are written in silence. Not because they lack stories, but because their truths were never meant to be read. In the quiet, frost-laced morning of a world still half-asleep, within the pale walls of a hospital that has witnessed more endings than beginnings, walks Aaggarttha Debberma— a woman shaped not by softness, but by restraint. She does not tremble before pain. She does not falter before grief. For she has learned, far too early, that the heart—if left unguarded—becomes a fragile thing. And so, she carries herself like winter itself— calm, distant, untouchable. Yet even winter, at times, must yield. For within a room long forgotten by time, where the air itself seems to have grown weary of waiting, lies a woman who has not truly lived for twenty years. Her breath, a fragile thread. Her silence, heavier than any spoken sorrow. And on a day that should have been no different from the last— something stirs. Not loudly. Not violently. But enough. A flicker in stillness. A tremor in the unseen. A moment that passes as quickly as it arrives— and yet refuses to be forgotten. What is a moment, after all? A mere passing of time? Or the beginning of something that time itself cannot contain? For Aaggarttha, it is nothing— and yet, it is everything. Beyond the quiet sanctity of healing hands and measured breaths, there exists another world— one not built on care, but on control. A world where power does not shout, but settles—firm, unyielding—like a throne no one dares to question. At its helm stands Indrajeet Shrivastava— a man whose name travels farther than his presence ever needs to. He has not merely built an empire. He has become one. Through years carved with discipline and decisions weighed in silence, he has woven a legacy so vast, that it touches lives he may never see, and alters fates he may never know. And within this legacy, bound not by chains but by blood, is Dakshinayan Shrivastava— a man who walks not in freedom, but in expectation. He is composed, as all strong men are taught to be. Measured, as all heirs are required to remain. Yet beneath that stillness— there lingers a question he has never quite answered. A longing he has never quite named. And though his world and Aaggarttha’s seem oceans apart— separated by purpose, by circumstance, by design— fate, it seems, is seldom concerned with such distances. For what is distance, when time itself conspires otherwise? Their paths do not collide in fire. There is no grand moment of recognition, no sudden unraveling of truths. Instead— there is quiet. A glance that lingers a heartbeat too long. A presence that feels… strangely familiar. A silence that speaks, though neither dares to listen. And slowly, like ink seeping through untouched parchment, their lives begin to overlap. But beneath these gentle crossings lies something far more ancient. Something untouched by reason. Something unclaimed by time. There are truths, you see, that are not buried to be forgotten— but to be protected. From whom? From the world? Or from those who might one day uncover them? Time is often mistaken for a healer. But time does not heal. It merely… waits. It waits for fractures to deepen. For silence to weaken. For the past to find its way back into the present— not as memory, but as consequence. And when it does— it does not ask permission. It takes. As Aaggarttha finds herself drawn toward questions she cannot explain… as Dakshinayan stands at the edge of something he cannot yet see… as the boundaries between what is known and what is felt begin to dissolve— a truth emerges, not in clarity, but in weight. This was never chance. It was always meant to be. A convergence—not of paths, but of destinies long deferred. A meeting—not of strangers, but of stories left unfinished. And at the heart of it all— lies a stillness so profound, it threatens to break.

El 1 de diciembre de 2022 el jurado del Concurso Nacional de Cuento "Hubert Lanssiers 2022", compuesto por los escritores Miluska Benavides, Leslie Guevara, Alejandro Neyra, Gustavo Rodríguez y Miguel Ruíz Effio, se reunió para elegir a los ganadores y menciones honrosas de dicho concurso. Se recibieron 151 relatos a nivel nacional, y se contó con un comité lector integrado por 80 voluntarios designados por Machucabotons Escuela de Escritura, para la lectura y preelección. Hecha la apertura de los sobres, la relación de ganadores quedó establecida de esta forma: Primer premio "Camel - Pulp" por Ostracista Seudónimo de EDWIN WALTER TOVAR CHUMPITAZ Segundo premio "Los cobardes no van al cielo" por Aaron Champi Seudónimo de EDWIN WALTER TOVAR CHUMPITAZ Se hace notar que es la primera vez en la historia del concurso que un participante recibe en simultáneo el primer y segundo premio. El jurado interpreta este hecho como un testimonio de talento literario y felicita el autor.

It is about a boy named Richard, who was born in a super rich family .He is too rich and meet friendships never to be met before

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.

"You should get up from where you fell down. Wifey, don't you want to hold your head high and show off in front of them in this life?" the man whispered close to the woman's ear, his tone full of temptation. "Are you really that kind?" The woman took a wary step back, completely unwilling to fall for it: "Those people aren't just anybody. Aren't they your dearest parents and siblings?" "Wifey, I am clear on who is close to me and who is distant. From now on, you and the children are the ones dearest to me." A pained look flashed in the man's eyes; it took him a lifetime and a painful price to finally understand—if he himself doesn't know how to fiercely protect his own wife and children, how can he expect others to hold them in any regard? This is actually a story where both the male and female leads are reborn, one after the other, and the male lead, after learning from his painful experience, ultimately undergoes a Cultivation to become a "loyal dog." With a spatial dimension and a superpower, see how Gu Nuan Nuan brings her mother along for a magnificent reversal in this life!

Gu Shengsheng transmigrates into a parallel world and wakes up as the long-lost “real daughter” of the Gu family—brought back solely to bring good fortune to the powerful Lu family through a ceremonial marriage. Just when she thinks she’s been dealt the worst possible hand, she unexpectedly binds to an [Appraisal System] and unlocks an attribute panel. From that moment on, her life turns legendary. Day One. At a livestreamed stone-gambling event, she casually picks out a top-grade jadeite that even seasoned experts overlooked—earning three hundred thousand in a single day. Day Two. Digging through scrap metal at a junk market, she uncovers a rusted teapot artifact. After restoring it, she sells it for three million. Day Three. At a flea market, she buys an old Nokia phone on a whim. The memory card contains footage of a crime. She helps solve the case and receives a ten million reward. Day Four. Dragged into the lawless borderlands, she appraises treasures and rakes in three hundred million. Along the way, she uses the System to rescue hundreds of trafficked victims—and wipes out the criminal syndicate behind it all. Day Five. She travels across foreign lands, retrieving stolen cultural relics and sending them back home. Day Six. She establishes her own private museum. — Just as her life reaches new heights, she’s asked during an interview: “As a successful woman, what do you think makes a good husband?” Gu Shengsheng replies calmly, “Rich, never comes home, and dies young. Just like my late husband.” At that exact moment, her “late” billionaire husband, Lu Shijing, walks in. Lu Shijing pulls out a health report. “Dear, my body is perfectly healthy—and my physical fitness is excellent.”