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"Playing with fire is my forte, Tequila." "Watching you burn is my wet dream, Batman." "You say otherwise, but you want revenge. I can help you bring everyone involved to their knees." "You speak like you were not the catalyst. This is not what I came here to talk about." "Ah, but this is what you truly want. You can have your revenge on everyone- myself included, and in return I possess your body." "Such a simple discourse, such steep price. I love it, let's dance." ~~ Tequila Wilson is beautiful, smart, witty and absolutely hot. She knows this and she doesn't hesitate to flaunt it. She holds grudges and the elite have wronged her. Her fall from grace was less than graceful and though she isn't actively seeking revenge, she would not mind playing Aaron's game and seeing them all burn for their betrayal. Aaron Fletcher is dared to bed an estranged friend turned school's mysterious siren. He sets about to do just that. It should be easy. Charm her, fuck her, leave her. But Aaron would soon learn that nothing is easy with the enigma that is Tequila Wilson. Not this version of her at least. As perfect as she seems, Aaron finds she battles a few demons and is ever ready to play with fire. The typical cliché with a bit of drama. Stolen kisses, drunken confessions, heartbreaks and history thrown in, these two personalities are bound to clash in the worst way. Love might find a way in, but that is if they survive the crash.

Ten strangers awoke abruptly, deposited onto a stretch of flat, open ground—a desolate gray circle carved into the heart of a silent forest. None could recall their arrival, the reason for their presence, or anything concrete about the others who shared the space. The quiet was absolute, yet unnervingly expectant; even the stillness of the earth felt like a held breath.

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"Personal Narrative" （ "Personal Narrative of Travels in the Tropical Regions of the New World") is the masterpiece of the great German scientist Alexander von Humboldt. This book details his legendary scientific expedition with botanist Bombland, conducted between 1799 and 1804, venturing deep into the Orinoco River basin, the Amazon River basin, and parts of Cuba . This monumental work not only laid the foundation for modern geography, ecology, and meteorology, but also, with its grand natural aesthetics, has inspired countless generations, becoming an enlightenment bible for scientific and literary giants such as Darwin and Thoreau. This is a carefully selected and annotated selection of Humboldt's Personal Narratives, rearranged specifically for modern readers, and includes more than 500 footnotes on historical context, European figures, and Latin American geography.

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!?

A story of political and martial war as Theodora tries to claim first in line as the child of the only heir to her uncle. Intrigue, lies, death and confusion. The question? Who is the real heiress?

Veda the great general's autobiography: a prequel to the Tales Of War series.

Dawn finishes her novel after years of hard work, only left with the words, 'The End' illuminating her dark room as she laments on her journey being over. The characters she loved so dearly would be leaving her now, and so lost in thought she decides there's nothing a good nap couldn't solve. Unfortunately for her, after a bizarre dream she finds out that, indeed, there are some things a good nap can't solve. For example, waking up in the novel you just finished writing, surrounded by danger and her own cast of heroes and villains.

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

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?"