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".

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?"