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When a mysterious black notebook appears outside the Krusty Krab, cashier Squidward Tentacles thinks it’s just another piece of trash—until he reads the instructions. Write a name. Picture their face. Watch them die. Fed up with his soul-crushing job, his hyperactive sponge neighbor, and a life of unrealized dreams, Squidward gives in to curiosity... and writes his first name. What starts as a joke quickly becomes a grim reality, plunging Squidward into a spiral of power, guilt, and moral decay—with the body count to match. Enter Lurala, a sardonic, decaying shinigami with a twisted sense of humor and a front-row seat to Squidward’s descent. But Bikini Bottom isn’t ready for a God of Death with a clarinet hobby and a passive-aggressive streak. As suspicions rise and the sea grows darker, Squidward must decide what kind of world he wants to create—and whether he's still the victim… or something far worse. Sinister. Satirical. Sponge-killingly sharp. You've never seen Bikini Bottom like this.

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Rheese looked at his face once again, she thought he is just joking but the stern look on his angelic face is telling her it is true. He grabbed the drinks from the bartender and ordered some more drank it all in one gulp. Put it down and looked at her once again. He stood up and walked away. Rheese never thought of him walking away from her. "Go chase him but you may not win back his heart the bartender advised." "20 dollars for your honesty," Rheese answered. She walked towards her car then suddenly she heard the ambulance racing the road as if someone just met an accident. She hurriedly reached for her phone and called Mike, but he did not answer. She was about to chase the ambulance when she saw right in the corner Celine hugging him tightly. Her heart crushed. She felt her knees tremble. She hid herself. Her glaze followed Mike's car as it moved out from the building... She only heard a voice shouting "That lady! help! someone help!

4 years had passed when Seigaku won as champion in the National tournament. Time passed by and alot happened. But when Ryoma came back to Japan, will Sakuno be able to say her unspoken love for the prince this time? or will she still keep it all to herself?

Mason Wilson, a former Red Squadron operative from DEVGRU, after leaving the service, enters the clandestine and political world of the CIA's Special Activities Center, specifically joining the Ground Branch. He ends up becoming involved with Kaitlyn Meade.

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.