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(lowercase intended) "i still remember the look on your face," "when i told you," "i loved you." a short series in which Aera writes letters to the Oliver she once knew. C O M P L E T E D B I T T E R S W E E T E N D I N G

Humans have discovered that dimensional planes with alternate realities exist. More and more realities are being discovered everyday and multiple problems the human race has been faced with are being solved by the new resources and discoveries. Those who do go to new dimensions are called “divers”. Large cooperations have been built with the aim of finding more and more resources that benefit humans using what they see as expendable lives. Poor, disabled, and disadvantaged people are tricked into or even forced into being divers and earn barely enough to keep food on the table. After many explorations and developments of dimensions there are now even schools dedicated to becoming a diver and going there is practically a ticket to being famous and successful. The most successful divers make hundreds of millions a year from the companies benefiting from them and often discover miraculous things. The mc lost her parents to the greed of others and wants nothing more than to destroy this cruel system of exploitation.

The gods are eating us. Not metaphorically. Not spiritually. Literally. Every soul that dies passes through seven divine toll booths, and at each one, the Thrones take a piece—the part that remembers, the part that matters—before letting the rest continue to rebirth. They've been doing this for eight thousand years. The math doesn't lie. The ledgers don't balance. And Cael Morrow, gutter-raised pattern-seer with too many knives and not enough impulse control, just found the receipts. Now he's on the run. Died once already—came back because his wife Veraine pulled him through death when they were twelve and apparently that creates a permanent cosmic leash. The Ember, god of passion, tasted his soul and wants seconds. The other Thrones want him silenced. And somewhere in the crawlspaces between realities, a rebellion is forming out of smugglers and abandoned children and a three-hundred-year-old double agent who's been waiting for exactly this moment. Seven books. Seven thefts. One heretic who can't stay dead trying to figure out how to unmake heaven without breaking everything else in the process. The catch: the gods aren't evil. They're scared. They broke the wheel when they built their Thrones, and the wound at the bottom of existence—the Gnaw—has been spreading ever since. They keep feeding because they don't know how to stop. Because stopping might kill them. Because eight thousand years of consumption has made them need it the way fire needs fuel. Cael doesn't want to destroy them. He wants to give the universe a choice. Open the wheel. Remove the toll booths. Let souls decide for themselves: return, remain, dissolve, transcend. Death as a door instead of a funnel. But someone has to become that door. Someone has to stand in the threshold forever. He thinks it should be him. Veraine has other ideas.

Flynn is a Sensual Demon who feeds on the erotic desires of others. In Las Vegas, there’s a lot of naughtiness to be found. Yet, with his appetite easily fulfilled, Flynn finds himself hungering for the touch of his forbidden lover. After all, it’s Christmas, and it’s been far too long since he last crossed paths with Samuel.<br><br>What he doesn’t know is that the feeling is mutual. As an angel, Samuel’s existence is jeopardized with every trip he makes to Vegas. Angels aren’t allowed within the city limits. But he can’t stay away from Flynn any longer. He needs that little taste of darkness.<br><br>Little does Flynn know Samuel has a kinky scavenger hunt in store for him.

Haunted by hallucinations that blur reality into nightmare, Annah becomes the only witness,and the only suspect,in a series of inexplicable deaths. From the preacher who silenced her mother, to the man who betrayed her, each victim pulls her deeper into a world where voices whisper, shadows follow, and Lucy’s disappearance remains the wound she cannot escape. Detective Stella Njoroge sees Annah as a puzzle...fragile, brilliant, and dangerous. The deeper Stella digs, the more she finds threads connecting Annah to every crime…and to Dr. Kariuki, whose calm smile hides a far darker truth. As Annah’s mind spirals toward the final confession, she must confront the one memory she has buried so deeply it threatens to destroy her: what really happened to Lucy Mumo. Is Annah confessing to crimes she committed? Or is she unveiling a monster hidden behind a doctor’s coat?

"KRRRRRR-CHAKKKKK!!!" That sound... like a sack of meat being squeezed between grinding machines and bones being crushed slowly. Colin's body was ripped in half from the waist up, his intestines gushing out like disgusting pink ropes. The rest of the body was thrown into the air-against the cave wall-and hung bleeding like meat that the butcher failed to hang. Her scream was incomplete. Only the sound of "Agh-GUUHHKKKK!!" turned into a torrent of blood. The creature stepped forward, tearing into its next victim again, its voice now turning into a foul mutter full of rage, like living flesh laughing and crying at the same time. "HHHHUHUHHHH... HRRRRRGHGGGHH... NNNNRRRRRRAUUUK HHH-!!!"

Link war der beste Erzmagier auf dem gesamten Server. Er hatte gerade den stärksten Boss, den Herrn der Tiefe, Nozama, mit seiner Gruppe besiegt. Aber anstatt in die Stadt zurückzukehren, wurde er an einen geheimen Ort mit pixeliger CG transportiert. Es fühlte sich irgendwie wie ein Vakuum an, und darin erklang eine glorreiche und befehlende Stimme, die sich selbst als Gott des Lichts bezeichnet. "Link, wärst du bereit, der Retter zu sein, der die Welt von Firuman aus dem wirbelnden Abgrund herauszieht?" Was für eine große Mission! Wenn es in der realen Welt wäre, hätte Link sie sofort abgelehnt. Aber im Spiel war er darauf versessen, der Held zu sein. "Nur her damit!" antwortete Link selbstbewusst. "Dann viel Glück." Und so beginnt Links Reise voller Magie, Freundschaft, Verrat, Liebe und Verzweiflung in der sich ständig verändernden Welt von Firuman.

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Feng Qing, a top surgeon from the 21st century, wakes up in a body no one wants — married off to Rong Ling, the most powerful Regent in Dayan, a man who makes it abundantly clear: "Do you think you're worthy of marrying this king? Foolish." While he keeps his distance, she keeps herself busy, saving lives with medical knowledge centuries ahead of its time, collecting debts from those who wronged the original body's owner, and planning her exit strategy. Later, he became the New Emperor— "Qing Qing, from now on, you are my Empress." "Not interested."

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.