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" Is this thing working? " The static screen was gradually composing an image of an adolescent boy preening the screen with his skinny hands. " Ouh.... I'm a genius! " A wide smile appeared on his face as he was placing the screen on some scarce table. He backs down gradually while sticking his hand out, readying himself when the screen loses its balance. The boy sat down on a wooden chair besides the fireplace in the centre of the room. The fire burns efffulgently, illuminating the tenebrosity and thus revealing the whole interior of the room. From your current perspective, it appears that the room was composed of punctiliously crafted wooden boards. The fireplace was composed of many different stones, varying in shapes and sizes. The diminutive metal fences circumvent the fireplace as if obviating others from getting too close to the fire. The chimney weirdly curved to the left side of the room, perforating the walls. The fire reveals the boy's appearance. Judging from his size, he seems to be around 12. His ocular perceivers complement the colour of his short, silky hair and his long ocular lashes, which are a light blueish colour. His whole body was only covered by a single tattered brown rag. "Sorry for the messy look I got here; there's a story for that." He verbalized it with an awkward smile. "Hello, my fellow adventurer. Well done for discovering this nugatory time-capsulated video of me that will do nothing but waste your time." He verbalized it, followed by a diminutive chuckle accompanied by a smile. "What's the main purport of this? It doesn't genuinely accommodate any purport other than to serve as evidence that I've been here." He verbalized this while scratching the back of his head. "Okay, here goes nothing. My name is Seiko Nagasaki, and I came from a place called Earth." He took a congruous sitting posture afore perpetuating his narration. "I've been living here for more than 10 years by now. During all those times, I've learned a plethora of incipient things and met many different people." He verbalized this while bending his back forward and playing with his thumb. "From what I can tell, this place, or should I say, this world, can be said to be one of those typical fantasy worlds with swords and magic. That's only on the surface." His expression commenced to compose wrinkles all over his forehead. "After staying here for years, I felt that something just doesn't add up for some reason. Maybe it's nothing, but just in case, please be punctilious with every step you take. Especially those who are in the same situation as me." He showed a perplexed expression, as if he himself didn't authentically understand what he was endeavoring to verbally express. "Who knows what secrets this world holds? It might be bigger than any of us could imagine. The existence of mana itself was already terrifying enough. Not to mention some of the bizarre occurrences that had happened that I hadn't mentioned yet." "Oh well. It's not like I can do anything about it. All I can do now is prepare myself for the worst-case scenario. Let's just see what the future might hold for me. Anyway, how do I turn this off?..... Oh! Nevermind, I figured it out." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ note from author: 1. Don't expect too much from this since it's my first novel. 2. Pls leave a review, so that I can improve my writing. 3. Thank you for your time and help:)

Two years ago, we refined a dragon into a pill. And just two days ago, we even refined heavenly lightning into a pill. Yet the moment I said that I disliked Chu Feng and intended to turn him into a pill as well, all of you suddenly started calling me crazy? A young man is reincarnated into a world of cultivation and awakens a system that allows him to see the fate of others. Driven by the pursuit of profit, he begins seizing opportunities that were meant for them, stealing inheritances, treasures, cultivation techniques, and every stroke of fortune destined to fall into someone else's hands. Yet, like countless cultivators before him, power slowly begins to change him. His ambition grows alongside his cultivation, while the moral boundaries he once possessed gradually fade away, one after another. In his relentless pursuit of strength, he sinks deeper and deeper into methods that are increasingly depraved and devoid of conscience. Strangely enough, whenever people call him a demon, he always manages to offer an explanation that sounds perfectly reasonable.

In ancient times the four Gods each chose a kingdom to lead the war against the Great Evil and together they defeated the Great Evil. After the Great War, the four kingdoms were blessed with the power of the four Gods. The Gods left the earth after the Great War. Back then people used Chi Cultivation which is now illegal. Now they use God's power. But not everyone received the power of the Gods as a blessing. So, What will happen to those who did not receive the power of God as a blessing?  And why is Chi Cultivation illegal? Legends tell us about a mysterious mountain painting. What is its power? Will it be able to change our hero's fate? Will it be able to change God's will? [ This is my first time writing. Hope you guys will enjoy my work. Any type of criticism is appreciated. And I do not own the copyright of the cover picture. ]

Cinta menganggap ia adalah seorang biasa yang lahir dan tinggal di kota J. Hidupnya penuh dengan keceriaan, terusik oleh hadirnya seorang pria dingin yang dijodohkan orang tuanya. Cinta yang merasa hidupnya biasa benarkah hanya biasa? Kehidupannya yang kedua petaka ataukah berkah? =================================== Cinta: "Mengenai anak, kita bisa pake cara modern, gak perlu konfensional. Jadi gak ada yang akan mempertanyakan apakah memang anak tersebut anakmu atau bukan. Aku bersedia mengandung anakmu. Kasih sayang pasti akan didapatkan toh anak itu hasil dari benih kita berdua. Anakmu pastilah anakku juga. Aku tidak akan berselingkuh. Tenang saja..." Cinta dengan berani mengungkapkan pikirannya, mata almondnya berbinar indah menantang mata elang Rayhan dengan berani. Cinta: "Gue gak cinta elo, tapi karena Abah dan Mama mau gue nikah sama elo, ya sudah... Gue nurut aja..."

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Ten years ago, Mellie woke to find her father's bloodied corpse on the kitchen floor. And the killer? Her mother. Rushed off into the night, Mellie's journey begins. At first, she fears the woman who gave her life. But not all is what it seems. PROLOGUE: I know he's watching me. Hell, I can practically feel the fire burning in his eyes as I sway around the room, the slamming of the drums in rhythm with each slow turn of my hips. "Come here," he says calmly, his eyes never leaving my body as I dance. I ignore him, knowing full well my ass is going to take the fall for disobeying his command. I smile cheekily and raise my arms above my head lazily. I squeeze my red locks splaying over my shoulders, scrunching the strands at the scalp. Dancing in front of him is the most thrilling, exotic, and enticing thing. I'd never known I'd feel this good. Well, maybe it's the atmosphere; or the way his gorgeous eyes follow my every move? I flinch in pain when my hair is roughly pulled back by his hands; unlike my own simple squeeze, his is demanding and made to prove a point. He glares down at me as he pulls my hair up, forcing me to stand up on my toes. I whimper at the pain stabbing along my scalp and quickly reach out to shove his hands away from me. "When I tell you to do something, you listen," he growls, his expression flickering. I can tell he is fighting with the demons lurking inside his mind. With furrowed eyebrows he stares down at me for what seems like hours; and before I can respond, he takes what's his. His lips smash onto mine with a force of a thousand waves. It's a kiss that knocks me off my feet over and over again, powerful and intimidating; yet beautiful and extravagant in its greatness. It sucks me in and pulls me out into darkness, a tidal wave of emotions swallowing me whole. "Hm," I moan, ignoring the pain along my scalp and instead focus on his tongue invading my mouth. He doesn't take, no, this man destroys whatever is in his path. And that includes me.

On 2013 mid JUN” the world was shaken upon the outbreak of a “Coup D’état” of an unknown terrorist group that bombed several cities and provinces on the country of Philippines, soon after the attack of the terrorist group widened and began threatening other countries, which led the entire world to be involve at this war, after the war a boy name Yuu Mirai was set to be a target of a whole class from within an island built for military purpose now as he attend the school without knowing that he is one of the target what will happen to him.

Following the death of his master, Kai is left alone in a world caught between ancient spiritual powers and a cold industrial revolution. Bound by a final, cryptic will, Kai is forced onto a path where intent matters more than sight, and survival demands more than mere strength. In a landscape where spirits deceive, humans exploit, and light itself is a mask for lies, Kai faces a singular choice: submit to the destiny imposed upon him by the dead, or carve out an intent of his own. In a war of illusions, sight may guide the powerful, but only intent will decide who survives.

bercerita tentang seorang pria yang pernah kehilangan cintanya namun akhirnya dipertemukan kembali. kemudian pria itu ingin memperjuangkan cintanya sekali lagi. meskipun akan ada banyak halangan dan rintangan yang menghalanginya, namun ia telah bertekad untuk memperjuangkan cintanya yang pernah hilang itu apapun resikonya. demi untuk cinta yang ia yakini adalah cinta sejati. ia bahkan rela melakukan apapun dan mengorbankan segalanya demi mendapatkan kembali cintanya jangan lupa subcribe kawan :)

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!