eyelash cleaning

To clean or not to clean, is that even a question? Pavlo was born in a relatively poor family. Yet, thanks to his vivid intelligence and innate energy that always pushed him for the greater heights he became... a mobster. As soon as he came of age, the local organisation took him under his wings, quickly recognising his talents. Before the first digit of his age changed or even came close to turning four, he was already responsible for managing the vast financial empire of his new family! But everything has its own price. In the organisation like his, superiors always had to feel the breath of their subordinate on their necks. Sadly for Pavlo, what he felt was not the breath, but the cold steel of the autonomous truck that smashed his body into bits. A pitiful end sprinkled with the salty realisation that said truck was a product developed by the company that Pavlo used to launder the organisation money in the first place! Just like revolution eats its own children, so did Pavlo's investment claim its creator's life. But how could he see just a set of primitive bars instead of the glorious gate of the heaven... or more precisely, the stinky depths of the hell? And most importantly, what the hell are those flashing letters that seemed to have some majestic aura to them? WHAT DOES THE ULTIMATE CLEANING SYSTEM EVEN MEAN?

Aaron Redman thought joining the Cleaning Crew would be simple: kill monsters, earn a paycheck, and try not to die. He was wrong. The world is filled with abominations—demons, fallen, and creatures that should never exist. Most people never see them. Aaron sees them every day. After a mission goes horribly wrong, Aaron begins developing a terrifying power he can’t control. His blood boils. His body changes. And the more he fights, the more he starts to enjoy it. As strange incidents begin piling up and impossible creatures appear, Aaron finds himself caught between hidden conspiracies, ancient secrets, and enemies that seem to know far more about him than they should. With the help of his eccentric teammates, Aaron must uncover the truth behind his growing power before it consumes him completely. But in a world where monsters wear human faces and heroes hide terrible secrets, the truth may be far worse than any abomination. Some mysteries should stay buried.

First three chapters of Book 1 free. Edited BOOK 1 available for sale: drednal.com/buy Price too steep? Well, I want to thank you all for your support, so look out for my free copies of book 1 at the end of special Book 2 chapters. Being transported 16 years into a dystopian future wasn’t included in the job description for the janitorial staff at ExplorerTech Industries, but that’s exactly what’s happened to Sia. Her objective? Escape the country. Priorities: Outmaneuver animals with various mutations Learn to control the unusual device that’s lodged inside of her head Processing chances of survival:…..Error…… “I’m doomed.” A Science Fantasy novel that takes the reader along on a rocky adventure through New Cinalia, where traveling alone always leads to disaster. Public Perception is the first book in the Cleaning Up The Future Series. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Website: drednal.com Support: www.patreon.com/Rednal ko-fi.com/drednal Discord group: https://discord.gg/zuURXjc ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cover produced by Blique https://blique.deviantart.com/gallery/

Hatz is just a lowly magical waste collector. No magic. No skills. No prestige. Armed with nothing but a mop, his job is to clean dungeons after adventurers finish their work—hauling monster guts, blood, and leftover arcane sludge so nobody slips on a dragon intestine. The pay is trash. The respect? Nonexistent. And his dream of becoming someone important? Buried under piles of monster remains and burning goo. But everything changes the day he finds a forgotten magical orb, and a mysterious voice tells him he has gained experience... from cleaning. Leveling up by mopping floors? Unlocking skills by scrubbing slime off dungeon walls? A system that rewards him for being the best janitor in a world of heroes? Yes. Now, with an energized mop and increasingly ridiculous powers, Hatz is about to rise in a world that looks down on him—smacking monsters into oblivion and cleaning his way to power… and maybe, just maybe, to the top of the magical hierarchy. Because sometimes, heroes don’t wield swords…

When the world ends, power systems awaken in all humanity—granting extraordinary abilities to those chosen to survive. Cain, a brilliant but isolated college student with jet-black hair and a razor-sharp wit, receives his awakening like everyone else. Except his system is useless. While others gain combat powers, elemental magic, and leadership abilities, Cain is cursed with Cleaning Mastery—the ability to sweep, mop, and dust his way through the apocalypse. In a world where survival is dictated by power and performance, he's instantly marked as a liability. Rejected by every group, abandoned by his own friends, and treated worse than most survivors, Cain must navigate a brutal hierarchy of the strong while weaponizing the only thing he has: his intelligence and ruthlessness. As the zombie threat escalates daily—morphing into elite variants with terrifying traits—Cain discovers that his "useless" system might be far more valuable than anyone imagined. If he lives long enough to prove it.

So this is my second novel and I am bound to be slow on updating this novel as I am indeed busy IRL. So right now I'll just write and hopefully you like what I wrote. Enjoy.

You spot a mysterious, shiny ring on the ground. It gleams under the sunlight, almost calling out to you. Curiosity gets the better of you. You pick it up… and without thinking, slip it onto your finger. Boom. Something shifts. Suddenly, you feel an unstoppable urge no, a need to clean. Dust? You see it everywhere. Smudges? You wipe them in seconds. Mess? You can’t rest until everything sparkles. You've turned into a full-blown cleaning maniac with expert-level skills in mopping, scrubbing, organizing, and more. This isn’t normal. This ring? It’s cursed or maybe enchanted. Now, your life is a whirlwind of shine, soap, and secrets. Because the deeper you scrub, the more you uncover... and soon, you'll realize this isn't just about cleaning anymore.

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.