successful castor oil stories

Nothing would have prepared Rhiannon Clark for what she was about to witness on that fateful night. "Why are you asking me why? Isn’t it obvious or should I tell you?” Kaylee asked. Her stepsister’s word hit her like a brick making her world spin in circles, unable to believe her eyes as she tasted the face of betrayal from the two closest people in her life. she stared up at her fiancées face, silently hoping he’d step up to her and tell her all this was all but a prank. He not only did not even look at her but also sneered and showed him his true face. They locked her up in the house and set it on fire. “Help me...” came the faint whisper as she looked up at the man towering above her. “Anyt... I’ll give anything in return...please...” She passed out. "Sir, what should we do?" the driver asked. The man who had been seated at the back seat got out of the car and walked towards her. "Don't regret what you have said when you wake up!" Rhiannon Sander had to keep her word as she vowed to make the scumbags regret everything they did to her!

Strange talk, a strange thing that uses cognition as food, information as weapon, and information as currency. They are neither living nor dead, existing in the lore of men, living in the shadows of the world. "Does this mean that I will become a monster?" In ancient times, they were worshiped as gods and powerful according to their beliefs. "Then I am a god!" In ancient times, they were feared as monsters and fed on fear. "I will become the master of ghost stories!" But under the scouring of the times, they gradually disappeared, leaving only paragraphs of texts that were regarded as nonsense. "It is my duty to recast the glory of the ghost story." But you are not a ghost story, um, not a human being either. "Well, it's considered a success if you become a monster." (china novel not mine. repost)

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)

I woke up in the body of a villainess destined to die miserably—the adopted heiress about to be disowned for a crime she didn’t commit. But I have two advantages the original Cassandra never had: I’ve read this novel before. And a mysterious System just offered me impossible paths to success. They call me a villain? Perfect. I’ll be the villain who conquers the world. With an Angelic Voice, songs from another universe no one here has heard, and pure determination, I’ll completely rewrite my destiny—one viral hit at a time. The protagonist can collect his harem. I’ll build my empire. After all, revenge isn’t a dish served cold. It’s served on stages, with millions watching.

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"

There are souls who mortally hate their existence. There are souls whose short life seems unbearable and meaningless. One is their choice: to erase once and for all every trace of their existence. Woe to those who seek them. This is the tale of twelve-year-old Castor. A boy who never existed ....

Some say that officialdom is a game of power, full of deception and scheming, more sinister than the underworld. Liu Fusheng believes that officialdom is a game of emotion and law, black and white, truth and lies, and is the righteous path of the world. In his previous life, he was submissive and only sought stability, but was framed and died in depression. In his new life, he ...

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.