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Highest ranked No 1 #Psycho #Seram on Wattpad. GILA = crazy, especially as manifested in wild or aggressive behaviour. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sama seperti semalam, perlahan-lahan aku melangkah masuk ke dalam bilik Reza. Aku lihat dia terbaring lena di atas katil tanpa berbaju dan hanya berseluar pendek hitam. Semakin aku mendekatinya semakin aku dengar bunyi nafasnya yang kuat. Reza pasti kepenatan. Tangan aku mencapai selimut yang terjatuh di atas lantai. Mata aku kembali melihat wajah Reza lalu mengusap-usap bibirnya yang lembut. Aku merapatkan diri pada wajah Reza. Kulitnya putih kemerahan dapat aku lihat walaupun masih di dalam gelap. Aku pantas mendekatkan bibir pada bibirnya yang merah. Ada bau rokok tetapi aku tidak peduli. Bibir kami terus bertaut buat seketika sehingga aku meleraikannya. "Penat kan melayan Juliana siang tadi? Hei Reza aku tahu kau pergi jumpa perempuan tak guna tu..." kata aku perlahan. Aku melihat dengan mata dan kepala aku sendiri yang Reza keluar makan dengan Juliana. Aku tidak mahu Reza jatuh dalam tangan Juliana. Perempuan itu harus mati secepat mungkin dan kerana dia aku ada kesan parut tikamannya pada malam itu.

In a land besieged by darkness, a young child becomes the target of relentless knights, sent to capture him for reasons unknown. As he flees into the forest, the boy finds himself on the brink of death, only to stumble upon an ancient, mystical tree and a hidden book imbued with extraordinary power awakening forces he doesn’t understand.

Paul is an archaeology student from Greece who finds himself in a different world after waking up from a drunken sleep now he tries to find the reason why he is in this world and to find a place where he can call home but things don't always go as planned because things are not as they seem in this world, as things go complicated he tries to solve all his problems and uncover secrets of this world using the new sigli powers he acquires.

Katsumi Masaru was a trainee of a special force. He was well known to have weird fighting style where he claims to obtain from manga and anime. One day, he was having a day off and he spent it on his home. Every morning, he would train his body like how he used to when working. After that, he lazed around by either reading manga or anime. According to him, manga not only relieves himself from mind fatigue, but it also helps him obtain unique fighting methods and styles. The type of manga or anime that he prefers are Action, Thriller, Sci-fi and Fantasy. One day, after finished reading Akame Ga Kill!, Katsumi received an anonymous letter which brought him to a website where he gets to decide his destination, timeline, and cheats. He's also given the right to alter his age and appearance. What will Katsumi do after he's transferred?

JONGIL alias jomlo tengil. Julukan Dirga pada Risya, si gadis mungil, jahil, dan amit-amit tengilnya. Awalnya Dirga hanya iseng memanggil Risya seperti itu. Nyatanya, Risya semakin menjadi menjahilinya dan membuat Dirga kadang kesal sendiri. Lupakan sahabat, lupakan pertemanan. Sekali menyebalkan maka tetaplah menyebalkan. Risya sangat menyebalkan. Bahkan juga bisa dibilang bodoh. Sudah tahu dia naksir sama Daffa, tapi tetap saja Risya berkelakuan sama di depan laki-laki itu. Dirga hanya bisa menatap Risya miris. Cewek mungil, bodoh, gila, nyebelin. Lengkap sudah. Si Jongil yang entah kapan mendapat pasangan hidup itu akan menjadi teman dekatnya hingga lulus SMA tahun depan. "Ini sih namanya mimpi buruk!" ________________________ All right reserved by Kaitani Hikari © 2020

Os quatro caras mais atrativos da Escola de Arte de Barcelona estão interessados pela mesma menina: Malvina Lynn, uma garota tímida por fora, mas totalmente pervertida por dentro. Com quem ela vai ficar? É você que escolhe.

Ink’s sigil isn’t a power. It’s a permission slip to break the world—six times. And he’s already used one.

Clei se encontraba en una encrucijada. El polvo flotaba en el aire, danzando con la luz que se filtraba por las ventanas rotas. Las paredes, una vez majestuosas, ahora se inclinaban como ancianos cansados

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