olive oil top stories

In a world filled with monsters, Qi, and myriad factions, a rhyme resounds across the land and the sea as Jack is roaming around, searching for a clue of an oil reserve. “I’m looking for some oil.” “I’m looking for some oil.” Jack has been transmigrated to this world with a strange robot. Their mission is to find ten billion barrels of oil. “Hmm? There is a bandit stronghold living above my oil reserve? I shall help the world while achieving my goal, two birds with one stone.” -------- Other Works: 1. I Can Read People's Comments 2. God of Tricksters (Completed) 3. Gacha Sovereign (Completed) 4. The Magician of Sound (Completed) 5. Reincarnated to Bonk in Another World (Completed)

Sidney, a high school senior, moves from her home town to London with her mum due to her mum's job, leaving her childhood friends behind. She struggles to adjust to the new city, school, and social scene. Her new school is a mix of awkward encounters, including introducing herself to a class full of strangers and grappling with feelings of isolation. Despite her resolve to avoid making new connections, Sidney slowly begins to meet new people. And among those potentional frienships evolves also one rivalry into complex dynamic, marked by mutual curiosity and shared vulnerability. ____________________________ "No." "No, what?" "I don't wanna forget." ____________________________

A teenager from the British-Indian town of Chanderi, in love with science, dreams of becoming a scientist But a tragedy took him as a patriot, turning him into an assassin, spy, and a deadly doctor. A sinister or a justice? a magnificent pioneering scientist or a revolutionary nationalist?

There will be a point in one's life when an individual reaches rock bottom; where every path leads to nowhere, every dim light fades into nothingness; an overwhelming loneliness. It may arrive early; it may come late. The line of fate reaches all physical and non-physical beings. Everything is affected. There will come a time when one's too far deep into the mantle. The pressure crushing; shattering. Hot; the magma burning, seething. Then there's the core. The singular point of utter failure. A white magma of negativity; degradation; mental strain. A swirling heat of pain, loss. Self-destruction, end. It's pointless. Lost. At that point, that individual has nothing to lose. It will now solely depend on the individual and how they will respond to the situation they reside in. Will they attain glory from the fall, or die from the fall? It's an imminent doom every being created must face. An inevitable event that must take place.

When beings older than Humanity begin to rise to the surface, Sister June Weymouth finds herself in the middle. With the help of a stranger and her own struggling faith will she be able to face the Devil in the Oil Field?

"Ketika hati tiba-tiba menginginkannya, apakah itu salah? Saat hati tak ada yang tahu bahkan orangnya sekalipun! Maaf jika menyukaimu membuat dirimu tak nyaman dan memilih untuk menjauh. Tapi aku tak bisa menahannya lagi" "Aku yang tak berani untuk mengambil keputusan. Aku begitu takut dengan pengakuanku yang akan membuat tembok penghalang antara kita" "Kamu akan bahagia bersama orang yang mencintaimu dengan sepenuh hati. Maaf, tapi bukan aku leya"

The boy I once saved grew up to be the Don of the Falcone family. He was possessive. Obsessive. For ten years, he caged me in his estate. My grandfather's life was the price for our marriage. But my heart was the one thing he could never own. So he found my replacement—a woman with my face. One day, she stormed into the estate. "You bitch! You really got surgery to look like me? Just so you could go after my man?" She smashed my wrists with a hammer. "You'll never paint again!" I was left broken, bleeding. That's when he returned. Don Oliver Falcone. He didn't recognize my ruined face. "Get rid of the intruder," he ordered. "Wait!" the housekeeper cried, rushing out. "Boss, the Signora is missing!"

Olive finding out the truth that he is not a human. He is a werewolf, a alpha and a huge change comes while he finds his mates. He expected his whole life to marry a beautiful woman but instead he got two men as his mated. His former best friend Aiden and Jax. He despise them with all his heart for his past experience. His new world is different from the old. A world of wolves, leading, mating etc. What Will he do? There are more changes in his life, it's more than werewolf. Who is he? What's his identity. Who was his mother? Everything is different than his thoughts. He is the only one who could solve this mystery. Will he adjust to his new world and be the pack leader or go to a deep pool of darkness. What's the darkness meant? Let's dive to the world of supernatural. A story of superverse.

Dear Max, if you are reading this then I am probably dead, but I will try to explain what you see before you. As you know we moved to Norway because my job required us to be here and it is because of my job that I must leave you. This world is dangerous, but my past is more dangerous. But I can't just leave you to die alone so I spent some time trying to find a safe haven for both of us. It was during this search that I discovered that the American Government has set up a base on top of an old oil rig. I plan to go here and once I confirm it is safe return to pick you back up. But if you are reading this then my plan most likely failed and for that I am sorry. Remember that I will always love you, please survive. -Love Your Father It was this simple letter, that started Max’s journey as they braved the post nuclear wastes, determined to not only survive but recover their past.

My fated mate, Rhys Sterling, invited me to his pack’s full moon bonfire when I was seven months pregnant with our pup. The moon was high and bright, but a wave of pregnancy-induced nausea had sent me slipping away to the lounge, where I was quietly scrolling through my phone. Suddenly, a Beta wolf from his pack, Blair Lowell, sauntered over and straddled Rhys's lap. "Hurry up with that moonlight oil! And don't just do my collarbones. I don't want splotchy marks from the ritual." Did I hear that right? My fated mate, Rhys Sterling, casually picked up the oil bottle and, without a flicker of hesitation, began applying it to her neck. "Your scent mark is already fading. I'll help you deepen it, make your wolf's presence stronger." Blair swatted his shoulder playfully. "And what's that to you? You're the one who said my wolf's scent wasn't strong enough last time." The other pack members started whistling and catcalling. As Rhys spread the oil near her heart, his gaze flickered to me for a fraction of a second. But Blair grabbed his hand, pushing it closer to her chest. "Don't worry, Avalon. He's touched me here so many times, he's practically immune. It's just moonlight oil. No need to get jealous, right?" I scoffed. The betrayal was so blatant, so utterly shameless. I turned away, mind-linking my clan's elder and requesting the ceremony to sever our mate bond. I wasn't jealous. I was furious. And they would both face the wrath of the Vance clan.