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“H-Haru.... please... go...” In the midst of the sudden and ongoing Apocalypse, which had turned their lives into a complete hell, Haru embraced his loved one amidst the sadness and despair, watching helplessly as her bitten neck turned black. The person who meant the world to him was turning into a zombie, and he felt helpless to save her. “Why... Why... Why...” Tears fell as he held her tight, not wanting to let go. He was afraid, not of death or turning into something else, but afraid of losing her once more. Yet, amongst tears and desperation, a bit of unexpected hope appeared out for Haru. [Ting! Ting! Ting!] [System has now finally initialized!!] [Assigning a designated Class suited for the User!!] [3] [2] [1] [Congratulations! You acquired the EX Class – Zombie’s Husbando!!] [First Quest – Choose a Zombie to be your Waifu!] #################### Author's Note:- Volume 1 (The Awakening): Completed Volume 2 (The little girl & Nightmare): Completed Volume 3: Ongoing Sorry for any irregular updates.

A second-chance romance as scorching hot as a baseball diamond in August. Slater "Savage" Harlow Winning the MVP award for the Birmingham Bandits last year was the highlight of my baseball career. It was the culmination of childhood dreams, calculated adult decisions, sacrifice, and a hell of a lot of focus. Tearing my ACL in spring training? Not what I expected at all. Now I'm home, in small town Georgia, rehabbing in the comfort of my own home, with people I know. I'm connecting with friends I haven't had time to talk to in years, spending days at home with my parents, and getting to watch my little brother play minor league baseball. What I don't expect is to see Malone Fulcher walking into Del's Diner one morning while having my coffee and egg whites. She's the old flame, the one who got away, and the woman I compare all others to. Malone Fulcher Spending the summer in my hometown wasn't what I had planned, but it's what I need. Recovering from a hard year, both personally and professionally, I need to reconnect with who I am. When my mom encouraged me to come home and do some soul searching, I can't say no. Memories are all over this small town, from the Baptist Church to the east field on my parents farm, to the diner. On my second day in town, I decide to go in, memories be damned. I lost my breath as soon as I saw "Savage" Harlow sitting alone at a booth. Our eyes lock, my heart flutters, and my hands shake - all the same way they did back in high school. But back then we couldn't make it work. Going our separate ways to differing colleges, we decided we weren't meant to be. A decade later, as soon as our eyes meet, I'm wondering if we were right, because those green eyes of his do nothing but take me to a past that I can see being my future. MVP was created by Laramie Briscoe, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

A city girl who was forced by her parents to move back with them at the country side where both of her parents grow up. But little did she know she’s going to meet the guy who capture her heart for the first time. Is she going to let her heart fall or stay heartless and cold?

She came into university with one goal: survive medical school, make her parents proud, and stay far away from chaos disguised as people. Zayn is chaos. A star basketball player with too much money, too much attention, and a habit of treating injuries like suggestions. He lives in luxury cars, designer clothes, and a world where rules bend when he walks in. They were never supposed to cross paths. But he keeps ending up in her clinic. And she keeps ending up courtside. What starts as reluctant medical attention turns into unwanted proximity, sharp-tongued arguments, and a connection neither of them knows how to ignore. He pushes boundaries like they’re meant to be tested. She enforces them like her life depends on it. Until the lines start blurring. Because Zayn doesn’t just play basketball like he owns the court—he moves through life like everything is temporary… except her. And she doesn’t fall easily. But she does notice. And that might be the most dangerous part of all. In a world of fame, pressure, and emotional denial, love doesn’t arrive softly. It crashes in—like a hard landing on a badly healed ankle.

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Akashi Hameio um garoto que nasceu com sangue desmano e foi tirado de sua mãe desde do seu nascimento para fazer experimentos,os cientistas descobriram que o sangue do garoto cura doenças graves,e continuou com os experimentos e vendendo seu sangue,teste de capacidade de dor,reprodução de sangue,seus genes e até atração sexual com os dois gêneros o único consolo era as novels,mangas e animes que ele lia e assistia...Até que o laboratório foi invadido com pessoas para ajudá-lo,mas quando retirou o tubo ele morreu,Ele teve uma segunda vida mas ele era fraco e necessitava de 'Poder' ele foi zoado,espancado,humilhado,abusado,torturado,exilado e morto...Mas nessa vida ele foi escolhido por um Deus Rebelde e....

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!"

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?"

"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.