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A shy boy discovers godlike powers after being betrayed and left to die, embarking in a solitary quest to uncover the truth about his parents and his place in a world where magic pulses beneath neon-lit cities.

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......"`Regrets Come To Last`" , Is what they say.. It was right in some aspects , but I'd never expect to relate to that , in a way where I cannot do it over again or reverse things back to how it was , where I still reach her through my heart.. What's worse is.. For a reason that is so pointless. ......I Had Her Since I Was Born.. ......I Care For Her Since I Learned To Think.. ......I Love Her Since I First Held Her Hands.. For A Long Time We Were Side To Side.. However , Just For A Single Sunrise At The Verge Of Beginning Our Romantic Story , I Lost Her.. For Eternity , Only For A Nonsense Ridiculous Mistake. .. ..

After a war with traditional witches, four kingdoms find themselves at peace until they learn that one of these witch doctors, Mutapa, is alive. He possesses a magical Kudu horn which gives him the power to summon animals in his adventures of revenge on the four kingdoms. It's a war between four kingdoms and a man with an army of animals.

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Tomás es el archivista nocturno del Hospital San Gregorio. Durante nueve años ha vivido entre expedientes, café frío y el zumbido de un fluorescente que parpadea cada treinta segundos. Su trabajo es conservar el orden. No soporta los cabos sueltos. Una noche encuentra un fajo de hojas donde no debería estar. Sin polvo. Sin huellas. En la primera página, alguien ha escrito su nombre. Debajo, un sello rojo: ACCESO DENEGADO. Lo que empieza como un error administrativo se convierte en una investigación que Tomás no puede abandonar. Porque el expediente tiene una fecha: 1997. El año en que él, con cinco años, estuvo ingresado en un hospital. El año del que no recuerda nada. Pronto descubre que el hospital entierra sus errores bajo capas de protocolo, que hay expedientes que alguien modifica sin tocarlos, y que una pregunta lleva meses flotando en el archivo de madrugada: ¿quién sabe mi nombre?

A seemingly innocent class trip turns into tragedy. Who committed the murders and why? How were they committed? The birth of a brand new amateur detective story.

A very wealthy girl discovers a remote that changes realities but what if the remote disappears while she’s in a different reality than hers?

They called it a curse. He calls it silence. In a ruined world where monsters are born from hate, guilt, and despair—known as “Emotica”—a boy awakens with no name, no past, and eyes that burn crimson. He doesn’t feel… but he fights. And each battle against the Emotica draws him closer to a buried truth: a forbidden city called Novalis, a shattered experiment called Project Zero, and a secret that links him to every monster alive. What if the strongest weapon… is the one who feels nothing? EMOTICA is a psychological dark fantasy blending mystery, raw emotion, and epic battles in a world where your feelings can kill you. The void has awakened… and it remembers everything.

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"