slaughterhouse 5 graphic novel

*WARNING!!!!*

For eight years, I was his woman. Vincent Costello. The Don of Chicago. I took bullets for him. I buried his enemies. Then I found a pendant in his car. A silver "A". Not mine. His little secret had a name: Ava. So I dragged her from the shadows where he’d hidden her. In return, he burned my ten-million-dollar art gallery to the ground "This is the last time," he warned me. I didn't listen. The day he flew her to Vegas for a secret wedding, I intercepted her. And he praised me for it. "Beautiful job," he said, his voice cold as steel. "You solved my little problem." That night, he had me drugged. I woke up in a basement as his doctor cut my stomach open. He ordered him to take my son. Eight months old. Then he left me to bleed out on the floor. But I didn't die. I opened my eyes. I was back on the day I intercepted Ava. This time, I was done fighting for him.

A story compilation of the love journey of an Accountant and a Graphic Designer

Un grupo de amigos se aventura en un crucero juvenil en el que no hay adultos si no jóvenes con edades comprendidas entre los 16 hasta los 25 años, pero algo los hará quedar varados en una misteriosa isla abandonada que al mismo tiempo posee construcciones tecnológicas y edificaciones como si esta hubiese sido habitada, se encontraran con los obscuros secretos que esconde esta isla y deberán sobrevivir y luchar por su vida a toda costa de esta letal isla misteriosa.

Malik used to fight for the win. Now, he fights to hurt. Bruised hands, busted ribs, blood on the canvas — it’s all he knows. But behind the southpaw power and quiet stare is a man unraveling. Haunted by something he refuses to talk about, Malik moves through the world like it owes him pain, one fight at a time. He's not chasing fame. He’s chasing silence — the kind you only get after someone stops breathing. In a city that doesn't flinch at broken teeth or broken men, Malik finds himself tangled in more than just ring ropes — street-level fight circuits, old debts, and the kind of memories that don't stay buried. But the past has a chin of its own, and it’s about to hit back hard. As the body count of his choices stacks up and a ghost from his old life reappears, Malik has to figure out what he's really fighting for — before the next slam is the one that ends him for good.

Lo que prometía ser una semana de diversión en una cabaña en el bosque, se convierte en una pesadilla para un grupo de amigos. Cuando la traición y el deseo sacuden sus relaciones, una fuerza oscura emerge de las sombras, reclamando una vida y desatando el terror. Atrapados y sin comunicación, los amigos se enfrentan a una amenaza que no comprenden, criaturas que los acecha en el bosque. Mientras luchan por sobrevivir, deberán confrontar sus propios demonios y descubrir la verdad detrás de la presencia maligna que los rodea. ¿Podrán escapar de la isla con vida? ¿O serán víctimas de la oscuridad que los persigue? ·T.P·

Vierva was in the slave trade market broken and battered until one day a rich man name Dante decided to buy her. Originally he had planned to use her for her pretty face but as time went on he found himself unable to refuse her anything and relying deeply on her. He needed her. She had him wrapped around her pretty little fingers and he knew, he would do anything for her. He knew she was using him, and that he probably deserved it, that slave girl he saved, he realized she wasn't the innocent person he thought he could use, she was strong, and powerful, and took what she want, and now she was going to use him.

Rocky is keen to visit KUNT, the infamous fetish club he’s heard so much about. The stories are legendary, filling him with great anticipation. As he opens the door, his heart begins to pound. From excitement, or fear? What lies on the other side?<br><br>From the minute he steps inside, he knows this is a place where anything can happen. The muffled boom, boom, boom of industrial dance music permeates the walls, and he has a sudden urge to be in amongst it all.<br><br>He pushes a second door open. The space behind is dark and smoky. The music pounds in his ears as he’s confronted by a sight that almost takes his breath away. His heartbeat quickens. Little does he realize as he heads for the bar that this will be a night he’ll never forget.

Seorang Mahasiswa dari PTN terkenal di Jawa Barat, melakukan kebiasaan liburan panjang akhir semester genapnya di alam bebas. Mahasiswa ini sering kali liburan seorang diri sejak masih duduk di bangku SMA dengan mendatangi puncak-puncak yang ada di Pulau Jawa. Mahasiswa ini berencana mendaki Gunung Slamet yang akan menjadi gunung ke 22 yang akan di taklukan sesuai umur Mahasiswa ini. Ini akan menjadi petualangan dan pendakiannya yang terakhir di dunia ini dan di usianya yang baru dewasa. Ia mengalami kecelakaan karena tidak fokus dan masuk kedalam cerug kawah yang masih aktif di Gunung Slamet. Apakah pendaki itu akan berakhir? "TIDAK" Kenapa? "Karena pendaki ini masih hidup" Bagaimana bisa? "Jawabanya!... ikuti saja ceritanya ya kan! cuss cekidot... gak perlu lama langsung baca saja para pembaca sekalian".

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—"