pacify graphic novel

"Pacify Me, my Pacific Ocean" is about two people whose lives are completely changed in the strangest and almost tragic way. This story is about two different men named Everett and Jasper who are old enough to change their lives. They are no different from other people who go to work and back home to their families. But after they are involved in a car accident, everything changes dramatically. Having lost their memories completely after the accident, they wake up as new people who have to go through everything all over again. Of course, there's nothing good about amnesia, but not for them. After all, they feel like they've been reborn and have a chance to look at everything differently. But the most important thing is that they will fall in love unexpectedly. And that love will make them do unthinkable things and also help them find themselves and their purpose.

A story compilation of the love journey of an Accountant and a Graphic Designer

In the werewolf society, women are required by Pack Law to take on more than one mate. Not everyone wants to share and things get even more complicated when an evil force decides to destroy them. Four stories featuring interconnected, dark and sultry, paranormal romances. Includes: Defying Pack Law Betraying the Pack Seeking Pack Redemption New Pack Order ***All the books include menage / reverse harem situations. Reader discretion is advised. Pack is created by Eve Langlais, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Just when Trad thought he had escaped death, he realized it had been right before his eyes all along. But as he's led to his final destination, he begins to understand... sometimes surviving is only the beginning.

Imagine Cinderella, but the prince has had a crush on her since high school, and they end up having a marriage of convenience where he gets to crush on her in close proximity. Yeah. Welcome to my new book loves. ***** When her grandmother offers her one final escape from her cruel, manipulative family, Leilani Mayfield doesn’t hesitate. The condition? She must marry before her 28th birthday—or lose the inheritance that could finally buy her freedom. With just two weeks left, her options are slim… until fate drops Desmond Lawrence into her lap. Her high school nemesis. Her college mystery crush. And now… her only way out. Turns out, Desmond has inheritance strings of his own—and grandmothers who’ve conspired to bring them together. What begins as a marriage of convenience soon becomes a ticking time bomb of secrets, old rivalries, and unresolved tension. What Leilani doesn’t know? Desmond’s had feelings for her for years. What Desmond doesn’t expect? Falling harder now that she’s his wife. Between a power-hungry brother, a jealous half-sister, a conniving stepmother, and truths neither are ready to face, one thing becomes clear: This pact was never about payback. It was always about them. And the feelings they’re not supposed to have? Yeah, those are getting harder to ignore. ***** Link up with me on Instagram: @timcarvie.

Siempre he estado enamorado de ti Caith - No bromees con eso.- sabía que no me creería fácilmente, debía encontrar la forma de hacerle ver la verdad. - No es una broma. - le dije casi suplicando.- hice un pacto con tu hermano.- opte por seguir con la verdad. - ¿Simon? ¿Qué tiene que ver él en todo esto? - me miro escéptica y luego suspiro.- déjame adi-vinar, te advirtió mantenerte lejos de su her-manita ¿no? - esto no estaba resultando como creí, convencerla de que mi amor por ella era real iba a ser más difícil que llegar a conocer a mi padre. La bendición de que me conociera mejor que nadie se convertía en este momento en mi maldición. Pero ya me había decidido a abrirle mi corazón y no me iba a retractar, no saldríamos de esta habitación hasta haberme confesado por completo. - No, solo pusimos algunos puntos.- tome una corta respiración y comencé a enumerar los puntos de nuestro acuerdo. Ella me miraba atenta, puso un mechón de su castaño cabello detrás de su oreja y tomo un trago del líquido amarillento que tenía en el interior de su vaso. - primero no te diría nada hasta que fueras mayor de edad. Segundo debías tener al menos un novio y tercero, eras tú quien debía dar el primer paso. - Y ¿eso por qué? - Porque el día en que te confesara mi amor, ese día seria mi último día soltero.

Tupac died after being shot. And after so may years he is reborn and given another chance in life to right all his wrong with his past memory. But his turns to his own ways and continue being a Gee that he is. He continued his gangster life entered the entertainment industry again and became a Mafia boss and a successful CEO of different companies and enterprises.

My very first book, I really hope this gets at least some attention. I worked hard on this project, and I want advice on what to do.

*The Heir’s Vow* Kael had perfect scores in every subject and no reason to care about any of them. School was easy. Life was boring. Until the day his mother died, and her last words became chains around his wrists: _“Find your people, Kael. Before it’s too late.”_ She didn’t tell him who “his people” were. She didn’t tell him where to look. She just died, leaving him with a name he never understood and a mission he never asked for. Kael can’t do it alone. No one survives what’s coming alone. So he takes the only two people he trusts: Benita, the girl who learned healing to save lives but fights like a warrior when those lives are threatened, and Zeph, the best friend who laughs at death and carries an axe bigger than his problems. Three friends. One vow. No way back. Their journey starts in the dungeon. It was supposed to be a test. A way to prove Kael was strong enough to leave their village. But the moment Kael stepped past the entrance, the stone itself reacted. A blue arrow burned to life on his chest, hot as a brand. It pulsed once, twice, like a second heart trying to break out of his ribs. The dungeon knew his name. Skeletons rose from the dark, but they didn’t attack like mindless bone. They turned toward Kael’s chest like moths to a flame. When Kael punched, they didn’t break - they unraveled. Turned to ash. The blue light ate them, and with each death, whispers grew louder in his head. Not words. Hunger. The same hunger that had lived in the dungeon for centuries. Then came the goblins. Not wild shrieking beasts, but soldiers. Armored. Organized. Led by a chief three meters tall with a crown of human finger bones. The chief took one look at Kael and spoke a name that made the cave shake: `Pactum’s Heir`. Kael didn’t know what it meant. But the dungeon did. And the dungeon wanted him dead. Now Kael, Benita, and Zeph are going deeper. The air grows colder with each step. Blood seeps from the stone. Eyes watch them from the cracks. And someone - something - is sending summon birds to spy on them. The blue mark on Kael’s chest grows with every fight. Roots spread from his collarbone to his stomach. With it come visions: a city of crystal towers, a war in the sky, a vow broken centuries ago. A voice deeper than the dungeon itself keeps repeating the same words: `“The first seal is broken, Heir. Three more remain.”` To fulfill his mother’s last wish, Kael must survive the dungeon. He must break the remaining seals. He must prove himself worthy of Pactum. But “worthy” has a price. Each seal takes more of his humanity. Each answer spawns two more questions. And the deeper they go, the clearer it becomes: the dungeon isn’t testing him. It’s remembering him. Can a boy who only ever wanted to understand his mother’s death become the hero his blood demands? Or will the weight of a 300-year-old vow crush him before he ever finds his people? *He didn’t ask for the mark. He didn’t ask for the name. But Kael will finish what Pactum started.* *Enter the dungeon. Learn his name. Break the vow.*

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?"