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Whitchurch high was not your average high school. It was a high school filled with wolves from different packs even rouges went here among humans and even witches. it's would be the starting point of a great adventure for two wolves and those around them....

Duke's Revenge sequence "And?" But customs changed. His people had little tolerance for sorcerers. They were natural enemies. It was defying all conventions. Violate ancient traditions. He was simply bewitched by her. "And since when do you care about traditions, my friend?" - You are mine. - Richard Morgan sighed contentedly, his hand smothering her face. - Only mine, my dear. Didn't think it was like that ...- The firm hands smoothed his belly. She was silent. A silence that seemed to last a damn eternity. He was the alpha of the pack and the girl a sorceress. Why the hell did he get the impression he could feel something else in her? She wasn't a wolf.

It's a pure comedy. The comedic journey of three friends who are the Ruler of the Universes. They came to complete their last objective. Let's start their hilarious adventure. Even turning the most tragic in to comedy. [ Most of the characters are taken from different mythologies.] It will be quite fast paced. And a lots of grammar mistakes. Enjoy.

-. nacimos en un mundo que no es color de rosa, nacimos en un lugar inospito, donde la vida es monotona y no hay espacio para las emociones y muchos no encuentran la salida.

Un secreto puede ser más pesado que la fama. Y la traición, más cortante que el rechazo. Kim Eun-ji es la "Rosa de la escuela", admirada por su belleza y perfección en la prestigiosa Preparatoria Han-wool. Con una sonrisa impecable, un novio popular y una vida aparentemente ideal, todos la ven como un ícono... pero nadie conoce la verdad detrás de su imagen. Eun-ji no es rica. Vive en un oktapbang con sus padres y hermanos pequeños, trabaja por las noches en un restaurante y lucha por sobrevivir. Todo cambiará cuando su secreto se filtre y su mundo perfecto se derrumbe frente a los ojos de quienes la idolatraban. Bae Su-jin, su "mejor amiga", no solo la envidia: está decidida a destruirla. Park Ji-hoon, su novio, deberá elegir entre el amor o su reputación. Y Lee Jae-hyeok, el chico nuevo y misterioso, podría ser su inesperado refugio... o el principio de una nueva historia.

Người ta đang biến mất gần Tuyền Giang. Và hồ sơ nói rằng… họ chưa từng tồn tại. Lãnh Thành, 1926. Một thầy ký nghèo làm việc tại Sở Đo Đạc Thủy Văn bắt đầu phát hiện những sai lệch không thể giải thích: • Báo cáo được viết sau khi sự kiện đã xảy ra • Tên người xuất hiện lặp lại qua nhiều năm • Và những giấc mơ về một thành phố tĩnh lặng… không tồn tại trên bất kỳ bản đồ nào Nhưng điều đáng sợ nhất không phải là những sai lệch đó. Mà là: Dòng sông Tuyền Giang đang bắt đầu “kéo người”. ? Weird fiction – kinh dị tâm lý – siêu nhiên ? Bối cảnh Đông Dương 1926 (inspired Sài Gòn) ? Hệ thống dị vật – tỉnh táo – rule riêng từng thực thể Nếu bạn thích: Truyện dài build chậm Không khí Lovecraft + folklore Á Đông Sự kinh dị len lỏi trong đời sống thường ngày Đừng nhìn quá lâu xuống mặt nước. Vì có thể… nó cũng đang nhìn bạn.

In the dying underground bowels of a secret American research facility, eight children — stolen, broken, and remade — are the last hope of a dying world. Eight years ago, they were taken, for the human greed and curiosity , they are no longer fully human. Each displaying terrifying powe Outside, the world has already ended. An alien invasion has reduced humanity to scattered remnants. Some invaders are coldly intelligent. Others are feral abominations that feast on human flesh. When the facility’s fall and the monsters begin crawling upward, the children face a brutal choice: remain obedient weapons for their captors, or unleash the nightmares inside them and fight for freedom in a world that wants to devour them. But some chains are harder to break than others — especially when one of them is slowly losing his mind to the very entities that grant him power. In a story of blood, rebellion, found family, and existential terror, eight broken children will discover that the real monsters were never outside the glass. They were always inside.

An introvert who hardly has any friends wishes to make some. His only friend advises him to install a social media app called Instagram. But does he really find new friends on the platform? If yes, how? Who are they? And what problems does he face along the way? [Author’s Note: First of all, thank you for reading this far. If you’ve made it here, it means you’ve likely gone through the synopsis—and I truly appreciate your time. I’d like to mention something important: Throughout this novel, you may come across names of characters, cities, or events that seem similar to real-life people or places. Please note that any such resemblance is purely coincidental and unintentional. This is a work of fiction. Also, I have some good news to share: This is a short novel, and all chapters are unlocked for you to enjoy freely.]

I don’t remember how it started but it did. It was a fine morning and I woke up to notifications repeatedly coming from my phone. I was used to it now. It had been 2 weeks since the dating rumour and the George Floyd rumour. The notifications sort of became my alarm. I sighed and silenced my phone and went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. As usual, I wore something that would make me blend in. I looked in front of the mirror and make sure I had everything on. 1: Sweater ✔︎ 2: Short Skirt ✔︎ 3: Timberlands ✔︎ 4: Cross-over purse ✔︎ 5: Beanie ✔︎ 6: Glasses ✔︎ I checked that everything was in place before I left the house. Surprisingly, I blended in really well and no one even looked at me. Everything was going well, until I was suddenly surrounded by a mob of people. I looked around and there was so many people starting to crowd me. I was confused until I saw the signs. “#JUSTICEFORGEORGEFLOYD” “KIM EUNJI DOESN’T DESERVE MARK LEE” “#EUNJI&MARKSHOULDBREAKUP” My mind was spiralling. I didn’t know what to look at. I was losing control with the loud protesting, words everywhere, how close everyone was, and the camera flashes flicking as a picture of me was taken. I fainted in the middle of the street.

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?