christmas rain sleep

It all began with a poor orphan who would work every day for long hours to pay for his Aunt's medical bills. When his life begins to fall apart and he is homeless sleeping in an alleyway he hears a robotic voice. {Do you wish to integrate with the Dungeon System} "Yes" he answers, without much to lose. And from then his life had never been the same. He was taken into a dungeon each night to hunt and he began to realise just how little he really knew about the world that was much wider than he thought. Discord Server: https://discord.gg/TtnGfdKanr Note: I do not own cover art

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

Ji An, carrying a Stone Turtle with the pattern of the Eight Trigrams, rises from insignificance. Small Cloud Rain Technique, Spring Wind Transforming Rain Technique, Cloud Dragon Rain Technique; Sharp Gold Technique, Autumn Wind Falling Leaves Technique, Geng Metal Spirit-Slaying Sword. Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Chao Origin, Golden Core...... As he ascends to the peak step by step, with a light raise of the arm, all Dharmas follow.

Ara. Seorang gadis yang memiliki sebuah penyakit turunan dari sang ibu, ia harus melakukan hal lain, untuk dapat mengingat sesuatu. Lalu, sebuah mimpi buruk tiba-tiba hadir di malam-malam tidurnya. Mimpi buruk yang selalu membuatnya merasa ketakutan saat terbangun. Juna. Teman masa SMA Ara. Ia menyukai Ara sejak kelas 1 SMA, tapi sampai ia dewasa, ia tak pernah bisa mengungkapkan perasaannya ke Ara. Apalagi, Ara telah memiliki kekasih. Lalu, sebuah kenangan masa lalu, membuat diri Juna selalu diliputi perasaan bersalah dan marah. Dewa. Teman kuliah Ara. Dia anak lelaki yang tidak pernah merasakan kasih sayang seorang ibu. Lalu disaat dirinya memiliki kekasih, cinta lamanya kembali hadir. Kembali mengusik percintaan Dewa. Lalu, dapatkah Ara mengetahui tentang penyebab mimpi buruk yang selalu mendatanginya? Dan dapatkah Juna akhirna bisa menyatakan rasa sukanya ke Ara? lalu bagaimana ia menghadapi rasa bersalah dan rasa marahnya akan kenangan masa lalunya? Dan untuk Dewa, bisakah ia menghadapi godaan cinta masa lalu yang tiba-tiba hadir di tengah kisah percintaannya? Sebuah takdir yang akan menuntun mereka, entah mereka mampu menerima atau tidak dalam memperoleh jawaban yang mereka cari selama ini. Karena semua bukan hanya tentang jawaban, tapi tentang cara kita menerima akan sebuah jawaban itu.

Mimpi yang aneh mendatangi Honey di sebuah malam yang dingin. Membuatnya bertemu dengan sesosok mahluk misterius dengan wajah rupawan yang mengaku sebagai seorang vampir. Dia pikir bunga tidur itu akan berlalu begitu dirinya membuka mata. Namun siapa sangka, mahluk itu malah mengikutinya ke alam nyata. Menawarkan pertemanan yang tak biasa di antara mereka. Namun itu baru permulaan. Karena setelah si vampir yang bernama Night itu hadir, banyak hal tak terduga dan tak masuk akal yang mulai terjadi di kehidupan Honey. Membuatnya harus berjuang mati-matian untuk sebuah misi rahasia yang dibawa oleh Night. Misi rahasia seperti apa? Temukan jawabannya di dalam cerita.

Arianna Smith. A very talented and easy-going twenty-three years old beautiful young lady. But despite her beauty, her life wasn't easy. Things were hard and life was tough. Two weeks before Christmas, Arianna went to sleep feeling very sad about her life. She had a beautiful dream. A fairy appeared in her dream and asked her what she wanted for Christmas and Arianna asked the Fairy for “An Unexpected And Extraordinary Gift.” On Christmas morning, Arianna got the most shocking news of her life. “She was pregnant! "She was supposed to be a virgin! How did she get pregnant? Whose baby was she carrying? Was this baby the answer to her prayers? What good will the baby bring her way? Find out In this beautiful romance novel. Join Arianna on her journey to Love and Happiness.

21+ Clay mengetahui semua tentang dunianya itu adalah kebohongan. Saat ini peperangan sedang terjadi. Sebagai putra mahkota Elexander, wajar saja jika Clay dikirim dalam misi diplomatik rahasia untuk mendukung salah satu sekutu kerajaan. Bersama dengan penasihatnya, pengawalnya, dan sahabatnya sebagai teman seperjalanannya, apa yang bisa salah saat ini? Tentu saja. Semuanya..., semuanya salah. Sekarang mereka dalam pelarian untuk menghindari pembunuh, mengatur berbagai pertemuan rahasia, dan bahkan membuat kesepakatan dengan Dewa. Jadi, ini mungkin saat yang sangat tidak tepat untuk menyerah pada perasaan yang telah dia perjuangkan untuk sahabatnya. Tapi Drayco sudah memiliki hatinya selama bertahun-tahun lebih dari yang bisa dia hitung dan jika saja dia akan mati, bukankah seharusnya dia hanya memiliki satu cinta saja? Nasib dunia sedang dipertaruhkan, dan hanya Clay yang memiliki kekuatan untuk menyelamatkan mereka semua. Bagaimana kelanjutan kisahnya, jangan lewatkan setiap BAB nya.

" How about we help each other?" He says and I look up at him, eyes still wet from the tears streaming down my cheeks, heart freshly broken from the public humiliation and betrayal that was Lucas's breakup. I can faintly make out the first droppings of snow floating magically under the light of the street lamps. It's that time of the year, a time for wool coats, a time for relaxing, none of which I'll be doing. "I'm an orphan with a wicked aunt and a boyfriend who left her because she has nothing to her name, how could I possibly help you?" I say another sob escaping my lips. "Marry me" he replies and my eyes widen in anger. Is he mocking me?. I look into the eyes of this stranger and see he's dead serious. "I need a wife, you need a home, marry me and you'll have all you want". I nod.

Love, loyalty, and destiny: the legend of the White Snake reimagined. In a world ruled by honour and power, where demons and spirits live among humans and immortals, the snake spirit Bai Suzhen has to decide how far she will go to protect her love for the mortal physician, Xuxian--when the relentless monk Fahai is determined to separate them. *dear readers: this is my first ever webnovel and I hope to be able to finish it! do leave a comment or rating to encourage me or give me feedback!

Sophie—resilient, diligent, and beautiful—grew up in an ordinary single-parent home. Her gentle, kind-hearted mother juggled countless part-time jobs to raise her. Ever sensible, Sophie excelled in both character and academics, earning a place at the LSE University in New York with top grades. From then on, she supported herself through a string of odd jobs. Ned—wealthy, handsome, and arrogant—had an unpleasant first encounter with Sophie while buying bottled water at the convenience store where she worked. Sparks flew between these polar opposites, igniting an unexpected romance… Unbeknownst to them, the gears of fate were already turning cruelly. The death of Sophie’s mother unraveled a web of hidden identities: Ned was her mother’s biological son. At birth, their identities had been deliberately swapped by the mother herself. Their mysterious biological father—still unaware of the truth—forces Sophie to drop out of school. Where can she turn now? As the sole legal heir to Harrington & Co. International, how can Ned stomach the stigma of being an illegitimate child? What meaning does love hold when family ties are reduced to mere leverage? How will they break free from the lies that bind them?