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An undead Rabbit, a robot in his head, a guy with vines, a bird girl and a nervous wreck of a centipede? Why do I have to write about them? Huh? I get to be in the story? Uhm... Hey, you. Read Rabbit's Foot. Featuring The best Character ever written in the world: Ra- I mean, This story is pretty 'great'. What do you mean "write a plot summary"? I think I did pretty good. Okay, okay. It's about this guy and he collects hearts. there. Done. Huh? Oh yeah, this book is pretty mediocre, so don't expect much. Buuut Fanservice, right? Wait, was I not supposed to say that? Then tell me that before I say it! Mollia, you frustrate me. What's a good way to get people to read this... Oh, we've got lgbtq+ representation! Yeah. Beat that... Huh? That doesn't automatically make something good? Then... Then why did I write this? Because I had nothing else to do? Fair... I should have done a harem... Rabbit's Foot part 40: Harem Hare. Boom. I'll sell millions. Do harems even sell still? ...You don't know either, do you? I knew you didn't know everything. Ha, in your face... What? I am not- Mollia, I swear if you... Okay, since I'm not allowed to ramble on anymore, I should now mention that I have this thing called a disconnect. Huh? Discord? I don't care how it's spelt! Hang on... Okay, the link is this; https://discord.gg/nW6CfvDe ______________________________________________________________________ (Non Canon Now (yay)) A Chain loving Demon, a Size altering dragon, a Bio weapon with a mimic for a scarf and the Four Horsemen? Huh? I'm not in this part? What, I'm only a cameo appearance!? Oh screw this, I wanna speak to my manager. Huh? I'll get kicked out if I don't do this thing? Fine... Hey you, Reader. It's me, the best character from the last part. I'm sure you're wondering "Rat, why O why aren't you in this part?" Then read Heartbreak Hero first, dummy. But Anyway, the story ain't finished. Not until I deem it is, anyway. This is Rabbit's Foot: Devilish Deals. The one were Panila finally learns to- Huh? That's a spoiler? Are they even gonna read that far? To be fair- Mollia, just let me speak! Fine, fine. Feel free to read, or not. I don't care. At this point it's to stop the madness of- I can't even talk about that? See, look at the witty banter I have with myself. I truly am the next Lenard Divinski. Huh? The guy's a painter? I... I said it wrong? Well whatever one starred in the Matrix movies. I'm the next guy in the Matrix. Well, rat-girl. But hey-ho. Oh yeah, we reached 100 chapters a bit ago... That's it. Hey, can I spoil my entire story in this? Wait I can just do that? Oh hells yeah. Alright, so #### gets with ##### at the end... Did you really censor me? I can't have anything... I'm not just a cameo... I'm more than you. Two Becomes One | One Was Two ___________________________________ [So long awaited update for the series... I'm done with Devilish Deals. Well, this version at least. Much like every good comic book that sinks below expectation after awhile, it's time for a.... wait for it... Reboot (yay). But yeah, Rabbit's foot: Devilish deals is a done deal. Hehe. Well, not exactly done. So basically a Sequel. Because It's pretty obvious a fumbled this fifty or so chapters. So thanks for the support on Heartbreak Hero and hopefully see you at the next book!]

Genre: slice of life, romance, modern, friends Main Characters: Mckheila Mikasa: 26 years old, Mckheila has sides that she thinks she’s an introvert and a bit on a depressive side. A returning student. Gorgie Bumi “Grei”: 19 years old, a typical guy with a lot of peers surrounding him, happy-go-lucky as he may seem but he does work very hard in every way to get something out of his life. An orphan with a bright future. Chuna Ishii: 19 years old, fun, comfortable with everyone, easy to get along with, but second-guessing herself a lot. Fell in love with her gay childhood friend. Max Sakura: 19 years old, Max always felt that he was odd from the start and as society continues to accept oddballs like him, he does not see any problem in continuing his way of living. His gay and trying to clear his complicated feelings. Jun Ishii: 29 years old, Jun is the eldest in the family and he sees Chuna, his younger sister as his only family. His a family oriented guy, and romance is not a priority. Shin Churi: 27 years old, Shin is a good-looking man who gets ahead in life in every way. He sees his life as smooth sailing and gets anything when he truly puts his mind to it until he discovers how to love another man more than himself, even though he is a man himself.

aku.. wanita dengan ukuran kaki yang sangat besar.., sungguh merepotkan untuk mencari sepatu wanita dengan ukuran ku, semua hanyalan untuk memakai sepatu cantik dan imut.. semua hanya sekedar hanyalan. aku hanya bisa menggunakan sepatu pria. dan.. karena ukuran kaki nya yang besar.. hal tak terduga pun terjadi, Eline..tanpa sengaja menggunakan sepatu yang salah, sepatu Eline tertukar dengan seorang pria yang ia tidak ketahui di sebuah pemandian air panas.. sial nya di dalam sol sepatu tersebut tersembunyi surat yang di berikan oleh seorang lelaki yang ia sukai yang bahkan ia belum membaca nya. ia harus menyembunyikan surat tersebut untuk menghindari para kepowers , apa yang harus ia lakukan sekarang? dan apa isi surat tersebut? ayo ikuti terus cerita komedi romantis ini

Macléo ne recule devant rien

Full Title:- I was dispatched to a military outpost—but it lay within a forbidden women-only empire where no man could set foot. On my first day, while crossing its scorching desert, I was abducted by a stunning black scorpion lady. _________________________________ One day, I punched my senior officer—and that single mistake changed everything. As punishment, I was reassigned to the Auxiliary Support Division, specifically the All-Female Omega Base, codenamed Eden’s Vault. I almost refused the order, until my commander warned me that the alternative was the Tower of Nightmare. So I chose Eden’s Vault. They say no man is allowed there. Those who enter… only twenty percent ever return. And the ones who do are either discharged, traumatized, or left rocking in a corner, mumbling about “too many.” When I arrived, I thought the rumors were exaggerated—until I was kidnapped on my very first day by a massive black scorpion. When I came to, I found myself staring into the eyes of a woman so impossibly beautiful it felt unreal. That’s when I realized Eden’s Vault was nothing like I’d imagined—and that I might never leave it the same. --------------------------- AN:  This is just a feel-good story. It’s not plot-driven but centered around warmth and emotion, so please read it with an open mind. I wrote it because I wanted to feel that spark of beautiful love, to see my introverted character experience and create gentle, meaningful memories. If you enjoy it, thank you. There will be some mistakes, so please point them out and I’ll correct them. Also as this isn’t the main story, so new chapters might come out a bit late. """""""""""""""""""""""""""""''

Conrad lives a fairly dull life in the Drevonish military. Rarely is a battle hard-fought and even rarer does he fear for his life. He has few friends so as not to mourn those who die in battle, and his main goal is to stave off returning to his home while building up some money. It's a shame then that during a routine march an enemy ambush sends him tumbling deep into the Low Woods, and directly into the clutches of a hag that forces the weight of responsibility onto Conrad's shoulders. After years of doing nothing but the bare minimum, the foot soldier suddenly has to deal with the fact that many lives, and even the future of the world may very well rest on his shoulders.

i loved God with all my heart. I always had. My faith was my everything, the very foundation of my soul. I preached His word with passion, believing that His light would guide me through life's struggles. But what do you do when the very person you trusted the most, someone you thought was a fellow servant of God, betrays you in the most horrific way? David, the church member I had gone on that preaching mission with, sold me. Sold me to a sex trafficker, all to settle a debt. I thought I knew him. I thought I trusted him. He was supposed to be a brother in Christ, yet I found myself shipped away from Nigeria to Ghana, a stranger in a foreign land, torn apart by people who had no mercy for me. For fourteen years, I was a commodity. My body was used, my spirit crushed, my hope shattered. Every day felt like an eternity, a silent scream echoing in the pit of my soul. I felt worthless. I felt stained, as though everything I had believed in had betrayed me. The woman I was before, full of love for God, was no longer there. I had become a shadow, a shell of the person I once was. But then, as cruel as it may seem, I found a way out. A sickness—HIV—took my body and nearly destroyed me, but it also freed me. It allowed me to escape the nightmare that had been my life for so long. I came back home, broken and afraid, unsure of how to go on. And then I saw him. David. The man who sold me. The one who caused me so much pain. The one who had watched me break and never even cared. Now he stood there, in front of a church. A pastor. The man who had destroyed my life was now hailed as a man of God. He had "found Christ," they said. He had changed. I could see it in his eyes how he was adored, respected, worshipped by others. He was praised for his redemption, for his newfound faith. I wanted to scream. How could he be forgiven when I had been left to rot? How could he stand there, preaching, when he was the one who betrayed me? I felt like God had turned His back on me. I had prayed. I had trusted. I had begged Him for help, for mercy, and yet, He let this happen to me. He let David destroy my life and then gave him a new one ,one of power, respect, and forgiveness. And where was I? I was left broken, lost in the mess of my own shattered faith. I wanted to feel His love again, I truly did. I wanted to believe that He hadn't abandoned me, but I couldn't. Not anymore. How could I? How could I ever trust a God who allowed this betrayal to happen and then rewarded the one who caused it? I loved the church once. I loved the feeling of belonging, of being part of something bigger than myself. But now? Now, I felt nothing but anger and betrayal. Every time I saw David preaching, I saw my suffering. I saw my brokenness. I didn't know how to reconcile the faith I once had with the bitter reality I lived in. I felt so lost, so alone. How could I go back to God, knowing that He had let me suffer for so long? How could I love a God who had allowed me to be thrown away, only to let the one who destroyed me rise to greatness? I didn't know if I could ever forgive. I didn't know if I could ever heal. All I knew was that I was a stranger to my own faith now, and I had no idea where to go from here.

Noah Piercer was an elite agent who died betrayed by the only person he ever trusted. Reincarnated into a world of magic and swords with the lowest class and zero mana, he builds weapons from another world and becomes the most feared figure the realm has ever seen. They call him the Black Powder Mage, but he is not a mage.

An Alien Queen who once thought her people were the biggest thing in the galaxy, but after getting stranded on a human woman's desk... It was pretty easy for her to figure out just how big she really was. Armed with a size ray, a constantly growing figure, some psionic powers and a petty need to be the biggest, Queen Pipsqueak isn't going to stop until she's conquered the planet Terra. [Rated 18 and above 'cause it's gonna get more... horni. So stay tuned for a bit of shrinking, a few counts of crushing, a light bit of expansion and a LOOOOOOOT of GTS. Can I get an amen?] (So letting people know, I've moved to Deviant Art. Find me @Funfrufunk)

Because—there is a type of person who never leaves the mountains, but when they do, it's enough to cause a sensation in the martial arts world. "How many years has it been—" the man on horseback coldly curled his lips—who still remembers me? His black horse, Wuzhui, hadn't galloped so spiritedly in years. But even if I had truly sheathed my sword and let my horse graze freely, would this world truly be at peace? Suddenly, the man on horseback raised his head and let out a long, resonant roar. His voice was powerful and high-pitched, its energy soaring and unrestrained in the dry, cold air, yet beneath the surface, there seemed to be a hidden, tearing pain.