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A man that believed himself to be nothing. Tries to make himself something great in his chance at a second life. To be Cyrus The Great and help form the Persian empire into something greater. To do that he shall face challenges he never faced before. Will he collapse and be forgotten to the annals of time or will he be remembered and turned into something great! Remember this is my first novel and if you have any ideas. Do let me know and please give helpful reviews as it greatly helps in my journey as a writer.

Cyrus Aziz, one of the Greatest Mercenary of all time, was killed and chosen to be reincarnated in a Random world. let's take part with his new journey in a new world. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- -One piece franchise isn't mine, it's owned by Eiichiro Oda. -All the pictures is also isn't mine, so if the owner doesn't like me using it, please just text me. -If you didn't want an Op Mc, this isn't for you. -Im just a newbie writer so please bear with it.

what if unsaid emily wasn't about his mom?

To me, love is vole I mean but divided from the one by international blindness is all I've ever known while the great divide of asses put me on my back to rape me blind of my fortune. It’s like that country song— I may not know what love is, but I sure as hell know what it isn’t. So thank you to every string of bad relationships, every abuse I’ve witnessed and felt, every scar, some and most of them unseen. Even through all of that, my children still love. My daughter doesn’t discriminate against gender; my son doesn’t discriminate against her anymore. Thank you, bi girlfriend and her presence— suddenly he’s fine with lesbians, even if he had sex at 12, he raised his girlfriend’s bar, and she raises his. They came to me together—he makes a rose petal bubble bath. And with all the abuses they’ve ever seen me go through, never once being treated right, I look at them, at their kindness, their acceptance, and I think that means I win. Because love, for me, is not about what I was denied, but about what I’ve managed to grow— in spite of everything, in the next generation, in the open arms and open hearts of my children. That’s my victory. it is some man is pissed off because I did what I had to do to protect my f****** kids and you can kiss my ass cuz you don't deserve me and I share the f****** sorry! Send the goddamn militia! Ha (T)§ Matt Isaacs ewe l UV reverse l UV eMe us Dear Director Patel, I write to make one point absolutely clear: I have no intention of moving a muscle or relinquishing my position. I will remain seated, relying on my diplomatic immunity status, despite ongoing abuse inflicted by the individual to whom you entrusted my badge after you effectively betrayed me. The fact that you may wish otherwise does not negate my immunity. I will not give you—or anyone else—the satisfaction of watching me snap under the pressure. The perpetrator can continue his actions only at the risk of severe consequences. Moreover, since he chose to threaten the children of Mariska Hargitay, and you have refused to protect them or permit me to alert her, I make this promise: all bets will be off. I will invoke my diplomatic immunity publicly, including through media such as Fox News, to prove I am neither exaggerating nor tolerating harm to others. Isn’t my own suffering enough? I will not allow anyone else to be hurt. Respectfully, I don’t need a name. Rumple I’m still skin. I’m still standing. I still win.

A fortunate or unfortunate dude ends up in a new world with 3 books: 1. The Gacha Spell Book 2. Familiar Summoning 101 for modern day idiots 3. The Inventory Spell for Lazy Authors ----------------- Temp: Currently midterms for uni so updates are unlikely ----------------- About the cover art. I. DO. NOT. DRAW. This is not mine, I do not claim it is mine, if asked I will remove it, no I don't have the owners permission. Here is the Name of the account who posted it: trina_tsk Here is a link to their account: https://www.instagram.com/trina_tsk/ Please don't cause me copy right issues. ------------------ As always I don't own the franchises and the only thing I own is the main character(OC).

One million of the letter A, squeezed into one book. Based on the book: "The square root of four to a million places." ----------------------‐----------------------------------- I shouldn't have made this with a million spaces(Webnovel, I'M SORRY)

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Milky is tired of being completely ignored by the one she truly admires. So much, that she even embarrassed herself trying to get his attention during the usual classroom attendance. However, her embarrassment seems to grab the attention of a few other eyes that may or may not be what she needs. Will she attract the attention of the one she loves? Or will her heart lead her into a new direction of someone better.

After being found and brought back by her wealthy family, Arabella Donovan has an unexpected awakening and discovers that the world she lives in is a mishmash of popular story tropes. Her eldest brother is the tragic guy in a melodramatic, angsty novel; Her second brother is the cannon fodder in an showbiz power-fantasy novel; Her third brother is the scapegoat who ends up with a criminal record in a doting teen romance; Her fourth sister is the vicious villainess in a 'real vs. fake heiress' story; And even her parents are just antagonistic background characters in some sweet, middle-aged romance. Arabella Donovan: This family is a complete collection of misfortunes. The word 'tragic' doesn't even begin to cover it. Her family, after hearing all of her inner thoughts: "..."

One day, a strange hand suddenly appeared inside Chi Wan’s interdimensional space. Its owner claimed to be living in the apocalypse—starving, desperate—and begged to trade anything he had for food. Chi Wan stared at the pile of Imperial Green jade, oversized diamonds, and dozens of kilograms of gold bars he offered… and fell into deep thought. …Wasn’t this a little too profitable? From then on, her connection to the apocalypse only grew stronger. The mysterious man—who turned out to be a powerful figure—used his Wood Ability to help her revive rare orchids, cultivate endangered plants, and even harvest zombie crystal cores for the country. As for Chi Wan? She only had three responsibilities: feed him, feed him, and keep feeding him. Somehow, without realizing it, a group of extraordinary men began to gather around her: A genius research scientist. An aloof, abstinent CEO. A cold and ruthless Soldier King… In front of Chi Wan, they were gentle, attentive, and impeccably polite—each trying to outshine the others. Behind her back? They were one step away from tearing each other apart. Meanwhile, on the other side of the spatial link… The so-called King of the Apocalypse clenched his teeth in silence as he listened to these men compete for her attention. As for Chi Wan? “I’m busy getting rich and supporting my family,” she said calmly. “A battle royale of suitors? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Until one day— An absurdly handsome man appeared at the gates of her villa… carrying a sack filled with gold and jewels. “I’m here to marry into your family,” he declared. Chi Wan glanced at him, then at the newly connected wasteland world inside her space… …and once again fell into deep thought.