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A Indian born arabic warrior becomes a part of a bloody turning point in history of India

In my last life, the gods have forgotten me, but in this life, I shall forget the heavens!!!! In my last life, demons came and torment me, so I shall become a being that torments the demons of hell!!!! I shall not burn in the flames of purgatory for my crimes, for they will be removed by the karma of my last life!!! In this life, I wish to be supreme, so that I can control the power of fate in my hands!!!!! - AN: Shall be updated regularly depends on the comments I get. Also I shall make the story as interesting as possible. PS: will go over it and edit some things. I’m doing this for fun, but without any gain, this is pretty draining. Please buy me a cup of coffee. PayPal: @LebertBrooks

Is fate decided by chance or choice? A deep evil relives again as predistined but this time the chaos is meant to shroud the earth and consume its inhabitants. But amidst fate, the gods, powefur beings, attempt to influence this course by giving certain mortals power. The fate of the world now lies on these chosen few who face tremendous challenges in their lives.

NOVEL DROPPED! After aging out of the foster system and barely surviving for months on the streets, Rain is just about convinced that life can't get any worse. That is, until he's Marked and thrown into the harrowing and otherworldly Trial, a death sentence for the unprepared. Against all odds, Rain survives and is deemed worthy by the Trial. Granted superhuman abilities as a new Champion, he soon finds a better life within his reach. However, Rain's abilities and newfound status don't come without a price, and his bear an especially steep cost...

Era desejo de Betty White se casar com um homem comum. De alguma forma, ela se tornou a companheira de um Alfa? Ele prometeu amá-la para sempre, agradá-la e valorizá-la. Ela acreditou que isso deveria ser o que a felicidade parecia, até que um dia ele jogou um maço de papéis para ela. "Betty, deveríamos nos divorciar." Ela caiu do Heaven, seu coração se despedaçando. Cinco anos depois, ela voltou e o encontrou novamente. Não mais sozinha, ela estava acompanhada por uma criança fofa. A criança olhou para o homem, piscou os olhos e perguntou: "Mamãe, esse homem se parece comigo. Ele também é seu bebê?"

A sequel to Face of Fate.

As soon as you step out of your house, you are bound by the chains we call 'Social Acceptability'. While this is true, whenever my family enters our house all the restraints are off. A weekly toy gun war? That's only one of the things we do. You never know what can happen once my family gets in the same room together, and that's why we love it.

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

Feng Qing, a top surgeon from the 21st century, wakes up in a body no one wants — married off to Rong Ling, the most powerful Regent in Dayan, a man who makes it abundantly clear: "Do you think you're worthy of marrying this king? Foolish." While he keeps his distance, she keeps herself busy, saving lives with medical knowledge centuries ahead of its time, collecting debts from those who wronged the original body's owner, and planning her exit strategy. Later, he became the New Emperor— "Qing Qing, from now on, you are my Empress." "Not interested."