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He failed class three. He never learned English. He slipped on a banana peel on the morning of his biggest promotion. He is also the most dangerous S Class spy in Indian Intelligence. --- Chakku Kumar Roy is not what you picture when you picture a spy. He watches cartoons on his days off. He argues with taxis. He carries a sword — not a gun, a sword — and somehow this has never once been the strangest thing about him. He is nineteen years old, sharp-toothed, mess-haired, and completely unbothered by the fact that he cannot read a single document in any language except Hindi. That is what James Orchard is for. Translator. Bodyguard. The only person in seven countries and four years who has ever fully understood Chakku Kumar Roy — even when Chakku was saying something ridiculous, which was often. When a promotion lands Chakku in Tokyo — the city of cherry blossoms, clean streets, and a spy office that looks exactly like a dojo — he expects a new mission. He does not expect Alya Suguru. Gold and blue eyes. Waist-length black hair. An S Class operative who carries a blade at her thigh, speaks four languages, and has absolutely no patience for a spy who calls watching an incomprehensible samurai drama research. She is precise where he is instinct. Quiet where he is noise. She already knows things about him before he has said them — which is either impressive or alarming, and he has not yet decided which. Tokyo, however, is not the fresh start it was sold as. Beneath the lantern-lit lanes and the vending machines and the ramen shops that have been making the same broth since before either of them was born — something is waiting. Something patient. Something that knew Chakku was coming long before the promotion letter arrived in Kolkata. Something that has been watching for a very long time. --- Mr. Chakku Kumar — The Indian Spy is a story about a boy from Kolkata who failed class three and became something extraordinary anyway. About a girl from Tokyo who listened to everything and built a life out of understanding things nobody asked her to understand. About banana peels and cherry blossoms and ceramic bowls kept on kitchen counters and promises made in the rain. About a city full of secrets. About the people you trust with all of yours. About what happens in Tokyo that cannot be undone. ---

Prince Kumar was spared prison due to the Indian judicial system's treatment of young criminals. Instead, he was imprisoned in a children's home, where he would remain until the age of 18, as required by Indian law. His fragile mind may have "conduct disorders," according to psychiatric evaluations, complicating an already confusing situation. At the age of 16, he was eventually allowed back into society under a new name, albeit his present whereabouts are still unknown.

"What would you do when you enter a game world which you were anticipating the most to play?" "be happy, excited, dying to go on an adventure?" "What if I told you that the game world you enter is an open world FPS game?" "An open world game where the person you're talking today might be dead the next second. Where your own life is at risk of being threatened." Follow the adventure of Kumar and Max, two teenage boys who are stuck in a game world while doing whatever it takes for them to get back to their world while making friends and enemies along their journey. "Hey Max!" "Yeah?" "How's the synopsis of our novel?" "Hmm...it's okay. Maybe if you write "The Adventure Of The Great and Handsome Max and his sidekick Chukapop500" as the title, I think will attract more readers. "Yeah keep dreaming and for 101st time I told you My name is KUMAR!!" "Chukapop500." "....Sigh...Forget it."

Upwards... The dragons soar in their lofty seats within the clouds while mortals remain confined to the Earth, helpless to their attacks. Mortals fight and struggle like cattle only to get dispersed every time the dragons deign to make an appearance. Perhaps they just so happen to the superior being? But what happens when an ant wishes to defy the heavens? It naturally gets stomped out. Now what happens if another ant does so as well? It too, shall get stomped out. But given enough ants, will the heavens succumb? - I'll try to update as much as possible. Please understand that I have schoolwork and my own life to fulfill. Thank you and have a great day. - CloakedInShadow

Buenos Aires does not sit on stone. It sits on Him. And today, the foundation is giving way. The famous Obelisk in the center of the capital is not a monument. It is the giant needle of a syringe, inserted into the nerve cluster of a planetary organism sleeping deep underground. The city is merely a plug holding back an Ancient God. But the anesthesia has worn off. In the depths of the city, the Substrate awakens—a sentient matter for which concrete and flesh are mere building materials. Gravity is reversing its polarity. While the world collapses, ruthless mega-corporations see an opportunity. The Consortium and "Sigma" wage a brutal war to monopolize this infinite raw energy. High-tech orbital assets, advanced biomechanical prototypes, and deep-core drilling machines clash over the bleeding earth. When the Obelisk begins its final countdown, humanity will have only one way out... Learn how to fall upward.

Based on the Roblox game PWNED: Aeternae Memori, the entire story so far within the game. I tried to stay as accurate as possible using in-game information and the wiki, as well as adding more non-canon extra storytelling. Discord and the game will be linked to each chapter.

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.

Three years of devotion. Three years of loving Julian with everything she had. Only to be framed for a divorce and personally sent to prison by him. "I didn't kill her," Evelyn begged. "I didn't kill the woman you love." "I don't believe you." Facing a death sentence with no one to turn to, Evelyn made the most desperate choice of her life — she threw herself at the one person Julian would never forgive. His younger brother. "Get me pregnant. Please. It's the only way I survive." Because pregnant women are not subject to the death penalty. By the time the truth surfaced and Julian realized the woman he destroyed was innocent, it was already too late. He dropped to his knees. "Eve, I was wrong. Give me one more chance." A hand caught his wrist before he could touch her. "She's already my wife, brother."