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I’ve always wondered if I was cursed from birth because the kind of bad luck that haunts me feels almost supernatural. People call me a computer genius, but my real talent is something no one sees. They say I’m beautiful, yet I bury that behind oversized clothes and a mountain of insecurities. After dumping my cheating boyfriend, the only steady thing left in my life was my soul-sucking job until I lost that too. And the man responsible? Theron Lockhart. My high school bully didn’t just return he returned as the new CEO of my company. And his first executive move? Firing me and my entire department, like history repeating itself in the cruelest way. He didn’t recognize me, which should’ve felt like relief. But fate clearly wasn’t done toying with me. One moment, he was rescuing me from a run-in with my ex. The next, a rumor had spread: I was his girlfriend. And then the tables turned because Theron needed to avoid a scandal, and I was his best option. “Name your price,” he said, that arrogant smirk still intact. “Do you want your job back?” I didn’t hesitate. “Make me a director. Only then will I pretend to be your loving girlfriend.” I thought he’d laugh. I didn’t expect him to say yes. “Deal,” he replied, his gaze locking on mine. “Just remember, Amaris Kennerly once you sign that contract, you belong to me.”

Siempre me he preguntado si nací maldita, porque la mala suerte que me persigue parece casi sobrenatural. La gente me llama genio de la informática, pero mi verdadero talento es algo que nadie ve. Dicen que soy guapa, pero lo oculto tras ropa holgada y una montaña de inseguridades. Después de dejar a mi novio infiel, lo único estable que quedaba en mi vida era mi trabajo horrible, hasta que también lo perdí. ¿Y el responsable? Theron Lockhart. Mi acosador del instituto no solo regresó, sino que lo hizo como el nuevo CEO de mi empresa. ¿Y su primera decisión como directivo? Despedirme a mí y a todo mi departamento, como si la historia se repitiera de la forma más cruel. No me reconoció, lo que debería haberme supuesto un alivio. Pero el destino, claramente, no había terminado de jugar conmigo. En un momento, me estaba rescatando de un encontronazo con mi ex. Al siguiente, se había extendido un rumor: yo era su novia. Y entonces las tornas cambiaron, porque Theron necesitaba evitar un escándalo, y yo era su mejor opción. "Ponle precio", dijo, con esa sonrisa arrogante aún intacta. "¿Quieres recuperar tu trabajo?" No lo dudé. "Nómbrame directora. Solo entonces fingiré ser tu adorable novia". Pensé que se reiría. No me esperaba que dijera que sí. "Trato hecho", respondió, clavando su mirada en la mía. "Solo recuerda, Amaris Kennerly, que una vez que firmes ese contrato, me perteneces."

Mi sono sempre chiesta se fossi maledetta fin dalla nascita, perché il tipo di sfortuna che mi perseguita sembra quasi soprannaturale. La gente mi definisce un genio del computer, ma il mio vero talento è qualcosa che nessuno vede. Dicono che io sia bella, eppure nascondo questa bellezza sotto abiti larghi e una montagna di insicurezze. Dopo aver scaricato il mio ragazzo traditore, l'unica cosa stabile nella mia vita era il mio lavoro alienante, finché non ho perso anche quello. E l'uomo responsabile? Theron Lockhart. Il bullo dei tempi del liceo non è solo tornato, è tornato come nuovo CEO della mia azienda. E la sua prima mossa da dirigente? Licenziare me e tutto il mio reparto, come se la storia si ripetesse nel modo più crudele. Non mi ha riconosciuta, il che avrebbe dovuto essere un sollievo. Ma il destino non aveva chiaramente finito di giocare con me. Un momento prima mi stava salvando da un incontro spiacevole con il mio ex. Un attimo dopo, si era diffusa una voce: ero la sua ragazza. E poi le carte in tavola sono cambiate, perché Theron doveva evitare uno scandalo, e io ero la sua opzione migliore. “Dimmi il tuo prezzo”, disse lui, con quel suo sorrisetto arrogante ancora stampato in faccia. “Vuoi indietro il tuo lavoro?” Non ho esitato. “Nominami direttrice. Solo allora fingerò di essere la tua amorevole fidanzata.” Pensavo che si sarebbe messo a ridere. Non mi aspettavo che dicesse di sì. “Affare fatto”, rispose lui, con lo sguardo fisso nel mio. “Ricorda solo una cosa, Amaris Kennerly: una volta firmato quel contratto, tu mi appartieni.”

Sempre me perguntei se fui amaldiçoada desde o nascimento, porque o tipo de azar que me assombra parece quase sobrenatural. As pessoas me chamam de gênio da computação, mas meu verdadeiro talento é algo que ninguém vê. Dizem que sou bonita, mas escondo isso por trás de roupas largas e uma montanha de inseguranças. Depois de largar meu namorado infiel, a única coisa estável que restava na minha vida era meu emprego maçante, até que perdi isso também. E o homem responsável? Theron Lockhart. O valentão do meu ensino médio não apenas retornou, ele retornou como o novo CEO da minha empresa. E sua primeira atitude como executivo? Demitir a mim e a todo o meu departamento, como a história se repetindo da forma mais cruel. Ele não me reconheceu, o que deveria ter sido um alívio. Mas o destino claramente não tinha terminado de brincar comigo. Em um momento, ele estava me resgatando de um encontro indesejado com meu ex. No momento seguinte, um boato se espalhou: eu era a namorada dele. E então o jogo virou, porque Theron precisava evitar um escândalo, e eu era sua melhor opção. “Diga o seu preço”, ele disse, com aquele sorriso arrogante ainda intacto. “Você quer seu emprego de volta?” Eu não hesitei. “Me torne uma diretora. Só então eu fingirei ser sua namorada amorosa.” Eu pensei que ele riria. Não esperava que ele dissesse sim. “Fechado”, ele respondeu, com o olhar fixo no meu. “Só se lembre, Amaris Kennerly: assim que você assinar aquele contrato, você pertence a mim.”

[Detecting the birth of a new god... Data traction in progress] [Alert! Intrusion detected: %*#... Data traction interrupted] [Divine Revelation Protocol activated. Initiating emergency replication. The Legion of Judges has been dispatched...] [1%... 5%... 33%... 99%] [Replication complete!] [Rebooting and reconstructing the world...] … Becoming a god feels like a grand deception. Instead of ascending to the heavens, you awaken inside a mere clay idol. You have become a god—yet only the weakest, most nameless one. You don't even have a body of your own. [Detecting host awakening... Binding process initiated] [Binding complete. Initial gift pack activated. Congratulations, host! You have obtained the talent: Tribute Hundredfold Amplification!] [A believer offers you a pebble. You receive a Holy Crystal!] [A believer offers you a wooden stick. You receive the Spear of Longinus!] [A believer offers you a harmonica. You receive the Archangel’s Trumpet!] Good. "From this moment forth, the gods shall heed my command. Who stands with me, and who dares oppose?" Seated deep within the sacred temple, you gaze upon the vast cosmos at your feet, looking over the myriad realms with serene indifference.

Je me suis toujours demandé si j'étais maudite de naissance, car le genre de malchance qui me poursuit semble presque surnaturel. On me qualifie de génie de l'informatique, mais mon vrai talent est quelque chose que personne ne voit. On dit que je suis belle, pourtant je dissimule cela sous des vêtements trop grands et une montagne d'insécurités. Après avoir largué mon petit ami infidèle, la seule chose stable dans ma vie était mon travail abrutissant, jusqu'à ce que je le perde aussi. Et le responsable ? Theron Lockhart. Mon harceleur du lycée n'est pas seulement revenu, il est revenu en tant que nouveau PDG de mon entreprise. Et sa première décision de dirigeant ? Me virer, moi et tout mon service, comme si l'histoire se répétait de la plus cruelle des manières. Il ne m'a pas reconnue, ce qui aurait dû être un soulagement. Mais le destin n'en avait manifestement pas fini de jouer avec moi. Un instant, il me sauvait d'une altercation avec mon ex. L'instant d'après, une rumeur s'était répandue : j'étais sa petite amie. Puis, la situation s'est retournée, car Theron devait éviter un scandale, et j'étais sa meilleure option. « Donnez votre prix », a-t-il dit, son sourire arrogant toujours intact. « Voulez-vous récupérer votre poste ? » Je n'ai pas hésité. « Faites de moi une directrice. Ce n'est qu'à cette condition que je prétendrais être votre petite amie dévouée. » Je pensais qu'il allait rire. Je ne m'attendais pas à ce qu'il dise oui. « Marché conclu », a-t-il répondu, son regard plongeant dans le mien. « Souvenez-vous bien, Amaris Kennerly, une fois que vous aurez signé ce contrat, vous m'appartiendrez. »

The story is about a 17 [ hundred of years] old Anying who got given the very things he dislikes in life. he loves world peace, freedom, fun and... food. hated killing, Gore , hunger and boredom amongst many others well he loves running away from home whenever he was about getting bound to a location and he always escapes. until the day he made the grave mistake of... allowing himself marry two mysterious people in the hopes of acting coquettish and being set free. but he never knew, not wanting to get tied to the affairs of the throne would get him tied to the affairs of a dome instead. well join this foodie and his tamers as they go through the journey of... taming each other out ... a might likely to find cut scene ... Arenas of death. he abandoned it for years, and came back to meet he had downgraded to third from first rank. that was how hard the game was no worries, he was glad that the game's progress was saved in his cloud account. so he just reinstalled it and continued to regain his former glory The cute thing was so busy playing a game that he didn't notice someone behind him until he heard a deep deadly voice " hand it over ". " ah!". he screamed and turned around thereby loosing hold on the controls of his character. his heart was pounding hard as he held the fabric covering his chest. ' dude you scared me! ' he wanted to yell but no he got up and jumped of the bed to keep his distance before staring at the man's handsome yet chilling visage. he had no time to admire the Man's physique at the moment as he asked while gulping trying to divert the man's attention. " w--what are you, d--doing here?". he was also curious with his fear on why the ice cube was in his room and not being a decoration in his usual position. but his question was met with the darkening of electric blue orbs and a chilling. " now ". ' momma... '. he took a step back instead of handing the phone over because he didn't want his phone to get confiscated... but there was nothing wrong with his phone! this was bullying!!. due to his actions, the room temperature dropped and when he thought the devil would pounce on him, his phone left his hand and appeared on the taller man's outstretched hand. "noooooooo!!! --". " shut up". interupted the flirt who had been leaning on the door bane. Anying didn't dare stare at his face but he could feel dreadful eyes on him. "y-you! what are you doing with my phone!". he yelled when he saw the ice cube's slender fingers operating his phone with lightning speed. but he got no response. "..." Anying began sweating " there's nothing in it !. hand it over !". he was ignored until 30 seconds later, the cube handed him his phone. when he snatched it waringly, he heard the flirt ask in nonchalance " did you delete it from the clouds?". "yes" the cube replied. the foodie got a bad feeling, so he checked his phone quickly and when he did, all Data from his loving game was... gone. it was deleted... for ever... and he couldn't start again because his account was now restricted by the cube. hot tears streamed down his face as he began to sniff. "you're crying because of a mere game ?". his chin was held and he was forced to look up into darkened electric blue eyes. '' mere... mere... mere... mere game! you got jealous of a mere game!. why the heck are you so possessive??!! ".he asked in fury. but the man replied with furrowed brows " it was just non existent Data.l'm still asking why you're crying about it ". unbelievable!. " you got jealous of non existent set of data! why!! ". the guy was furious. ".... " speechless. " because he can. and you have nothing to do about it. you don't have a choice anyway, so stick to whatever we tell you ". answered the flirt. silence then, " I want a deep kiss ". says the flirt as he walked towards him. " no! " screamed Anying. in this kind of situation?!. the flirt tilted his brow in question and asked " who asked you? ". right.

fantasy, Romance

Atlas and Felix take a small trip to the middle of their city to see if the legend of the statue is true. Atlas decides that she needs to put the fear behind her and go to the statue. Felix just moved to the city and wants to visit the statue, so he drags Atlas along. They have no idea what’s in store for them.

Asiah’s noble family is in shambles, driven to ruin by her father’s greed. Desperate to save her sisters, she plans a daring heist: sneak into the forbidden Holy Garden and steal a priceless relic. But when Asiah takes a ring from the statue of the sun goddess's son, she accidentally brings him back to life. Mistaking her for his lost love, the godkin pledges his eternal devotion. Now, Asiah is trapped between a powerful demi-god's obsession and the dangerous secrets of the Holy Kingdom. Can she escape with her heart—and her sisters’ freedom—intact, or has she unleashed a divine fate she can’t outrun?