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PROLOGUE: WRITING A SET OF all possible character strings. All possible books would be contained in that. Most unfortunately though, there is no guarantee whatsoever you would be able to find within it the book you were hoping for. It could be you might find a string of characters saying, “This is the book you were hoping for.” Like right here, now. But of course, that is not the book you were hoping for. I haven’t seen her since then. I think she’s most likely dead. After all, it has been hundreds of years. But then again, I also think this. Noticing her as she gazes intently into the mirror, the room in disarray; it is clear that centuries have flowed by, or some such. And she, perhaps, has finished applying her makeup, and she is getting up and is going out to look for me. Her eyes show no sign of taking in the fact that the house has been completely changed, destroyed around her. The change was gradual, continuing, and even long ago she was not very good at things like that. As far as she is concerned, that is not the sort of thing one has to pay attention to. Not that she is aware, but it seems so obvious, she doesn’t need to care about it. Have we drowned, are we about to drown, are we already finished drowning, are we not yet drowning? We are in one of those situations. Ofcourse, it could be that we will never drown. But think about it. I mean, even fish can drown. I remember her saying meanly, “If that’s the case, you must be the one from the past.” It is true of course. Everybody comes out of the past; it’s not that I’m some guy who comes from some particular past. Even when that is pointed out, though, she shows no sign of backing down. “It’s not as if I came out of some bizarro past,” she said. That’s how she and I met. Writing it down this way, it doesn’t seem like anything at all is about to happen, right? Between her and me, I mean. As if something could ever really happen. As if something continues to happen that might ever make something else happen. I am repeating myself, but I haven’t seen her since then. She promised me, with a sweet smile, that I would never see her again. For the short time we were together, we tried to talk about things that really meant something to us. Around that time there were a lot of things that were all mixed up, and it was not easy to sort out what was really real. There might be a pebble over there, and when you took your eyes off it it turned into a frog, and when you took your eyes off it again it turned into a horsefly. The horsefly that used to be a frog remembered it used to be a frog and stuck out its tongue to try to eat a fly, and then remembered it used to be a pebble and stopped and crashed to the ground. With all this going on, it’s really important to know what’s really real and what’s not. “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived a boy and a girl.” “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived boys and girls.” “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived no boy and no girl.” “Once upon a time…lived.” “Lived.” “Once upon a time.” From beginning to end, we carried on this back-and-forth process. For example, in this dialogue, we were somehow finally mutually able to comeup with this kind of compromise statement: “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived a boy and a girl. There may have been lots of boys, and there may have been lots of girls. There may have been no boys at all, and there may have been no girls at all. There may even have been no one at all. At any rate there is little chance there were equal numbers of each. That is unless there had never been anybody at all anyway.” That was our first meeting, she and I, and of course it meant we would never see each other again. I was making my way in the direction she had come from, and she was headed in the direction I had come from, and this is a somewhat important point; you must realize this walking had to be,

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Zhao Ming is a young cultivator who grew up in a small village on the outskirts of the hong meng continent. He has always been a kind-hearted person who valued justice and fairness, but his family's humble background meant that he lacked the resources and connections to advance in the cultivation world. One day, while on a mission to retrieve a valuable treasure for his clan, Zhao Ming crosses paths with two other cultivators: a scoundrel named Liang and a mysterious figure known only as Wick. The three of them form an unlikely alliance, with Zhao Ming's sense of justice balancing out the other two's more pragmatic and selfish tendencies. Together, the trio embarks on a series of adventures that take them to different parts of the hong meng world. Along the way, they encounter various obstacles and enemies, including powerful clans, demonic beasts, and rival cultivators. Through their trials and tribulations, Zhao Ming learns to hone his skills as a cultivator, while also discovering the true extent of his powers and potential. As their reputation grows, the trio becomes known as the "Rain Valley" - a symbol of hope and justice for those who have been wronged by the corrupt and powerful. Despite their differences, Zhao Ming, Liang, and Wick remain steadfast in their commitment to each other and their shared ideals. But as they delve deeper into the hong meng world's secrets and power struggles, they soon realize that darker forces are at play than they ever imagined. With the fate of the world hanging in balance, the Rain Valley must face its greatest challenge yet - a battle that will test their skills, their loyalty, and their very souls.

These are story ideas I have in my brain but will probably never make, if you like them and want to use them, just make sure to credit me! You can use "MK_The_Writer on Webnovel, quotev, and wattpad" or "[email protected]" in your credits to credit me.

10 Feet underground, Buried in a coffin, And naked as the day I was born. Not only that, after breaking free. I'm being attacked by God damn Gremlins. Thankfully, I have the system... Let's just hope to God I'm not an idiot when using this.

Wen xuxu and han zhuoli both were childhood friends (or consider has a sweetheart) but both were egosist person. so do they have a special feeling for each other but both don't want to express to each other. When you love each other's whole universe will help you to be together with each other. That happens in there life also so both the family tell them to marry each other What will happen they both will become a happily married couples like a normal couples do or they will ignore there feelings? Author Guys this is my first novel so if there is any grammatical mistake please forgive me .

A clichê mob character dies in a clichê form from truck-kun and like others clichês he goes to another world with a not-clichê cheat of becoming stronger by making references to his previous world.Now our MC goes around the world with his harem and helping people and killing monsters.

Ruthlessly rejected by her family after her mother's death, Eryna found comfort in the arms of a sweet and caring guy Simba, He was in every sense a perfect life partner who loved Eryna deeply. And once Eryna was 18 she decided to marry him. But life had other plans for her. On the day of her marriage after they had exchanged their vows, They met with an accident that parted them for a lifetime. Eryna managed to live through those years with Simba in her heart, until one day when to protect her sister she married a cold-hearted prick who was the polar opposite of Simba. What would happen when two similar forces are brought together, would they repel like the same sides of a magnet, or would something spark between them as time passes by.

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In her previous life, she took the wrong "white lotus" script, causing her to die a miserable death. Heaven has let her live again, so she shouldn't have to suffer the hardships of her past life once more! Feng Moxi sheds her weakness from her previous life. Making a new choice, she must fight! There are monsters! Kill them! There are scumbags! Eliminate them! With her meager strength, she picks up a Heavy Sword and forges a difficult path forward. Unexpectedly, that arrogant and reckless person who caused her no small amount of trouble along the way eventually becomes a comrade-in-arms to whom she can entrust her back, a companion for life. The sky fills with darkness, the Demon People emerge! The Heavenly Dao returns. One day, Feng Moxi is leisurely roasting beast meat by the river. Chaoyang, having just finished fighting a demon beast, sees the crumbs on her lips and immediately leans in. "Want some?" Chaoyang dazedly nodded his head. Suddenly, a piece of burnt beast meat is stuffed into his mouth. Chaoyang pulls Feng Moxi into his embrace, gently brushes the corner of her lips with his hand, and says, "You're mine!" Apocalypse + Cultivation + Doting Boyfriend