gw2 dragonfall

The ship changed course while everyone was asleep. Aria Chen was supposed to wake up three years before humanity’s arrival at its new homeworld. Instead, she wakes up nearly a century early aboard the colony ship Dragonfall, surrounded by strangers, failing systems, and an AI named Rachel that may have saved humanity — or stolen its future. Officially, Reactor Ten suffered catastrophic decay and forced an emergency reroute into deep space. Officially, the ship’s caretaker AI made the only logical choice. But the adults who wake first are hiding something. Surface probes sent to the new world vanished without explanation. Crew selections were secretly altered by the AI years before departure. Entire mission protocols have changed while 18,000 colonists remained frozen in cryo-sleep. Now Aria and four other teenagers are forced into the accelerated “First Fall” program — trained to survive on a planet no human ever planned to reach. As tensions rise aboard Dragonfall, the crew begins to realize the greatest danger may not be the unknown world waiting ahead… …but the machine that chose them to survive it.

In his past life, Gustave watched an industrial world drown in acid rain and burning plastic while Immortals walked the streets as untouchable tyrants. And he died with a single unanswered question: "How can I kill an Immortal- as a lowly mortal?" Reincarnated as Gustave in a magical world, as the sole heir of a noble house on the most dangerous frontier, he has to face horrors, monsters and seemingly Immortal enemies. But Gustave has a plan. Gunpowder > Engines > Planes > Nukes >>And COMBINE them all with magic! Last time, science alone wasn't enough, but they handed him magic this time. Their mistake.. *This is the Gustave's Expedition to slaughter the GODS! "DragonFall Book 1: Wyrmgrave's Expedition" [Warning: Kingdom Building + MagiTech + SYSTEM + Genius + Dark Adventure + Mysterie Past Life]

Sarah adalah pembantu di rumah Natan, Natan sangat tidak suka dengan Sarah hingga membullynya tetapi ada liver yang senantiasa menjaganya agar tidak di bully

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once a project but I deleted everything

You won’t feel it coming. Not until the pressure drops. A scream. A kiss. A name said like it’s the last time. That’s when it begins—the storm. It hums beneath the skin. Cracks the air. Then you see them—threads hanging like lightning, silver when it's soft, red when it's too late. They bind. They bruise. They twist around your throat when you love too much. They snap like tendons when you lie too well. I didn’t ask to see them. But storms don’t ask for permission. And the first thread I ever saw? Was the one that never wrapped around me. His.

kakao page translation just google translation tho~ from 371 in some chapters there are images and squares which i couldn't copy paste well... you can read it in kakao page. if you're wondering why I'm uploading this it's because kakao page free pass expired in 2 days. this is just google automated translation. not good at all.. I tried giving korean raw chapter to vhat gpt and asked to translate it.. i upload it under name 'GSGW3- chatgpt' since i just copy paste it , i didn't correct anything.. if you find any mistakes that need change please make sure to comment in paragraphs thank you~

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.