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He offered her a job, her education, and a way out of poverty. The price? Her virginity. Georgina has nothing. No job. No savings. Her rent expires in two months. Then the world's most famous playboy, Alpha Christian, calls out of nowhere. The same man who got her fired. The same man every woman warns you about. He says he wants to help her. A fresh start. A new life. But there's one condition. Desperate and with nowhere left to turn, Georgina agrees, believing she can keep her heart out of it. One night. One transaction. Then she walks away. She was wrong. Because after that night, Christian isn't just obsessed. He won't let her go. And the deeper she falls, the more she realizes: his wife isn't the only danger. Now Georgina is trapped between the man who owns her body and the secrets that could destroy them both. She gave him her innocence. He's taking everything else.

Há três ciclos e meio, algo aconteceu. Uma torre escura surgiu, maior do que qualquer coisa feita pelo homem. A torre, operis tenebra, elegeu 10 pessoas, que ficaram conhecidas como et cornibus. Estes, por ordens da torre, seduziram um terço da humanidade a adentrá-la através de promessas de poder e riquezas. As pessoas que aceitaram entrar na torre, foram corrompidas pela escuridão, tornando-se servos da torre sob o poder dos 10 et cornibus. Os vivos sofriam duras perseguições, de mortos, bestias e viri sanguinium, que sob os 10 reis, massacravam tudo o que era vivo. Porém a Luz interveio, Verbum e Album, deram aos homens o poder de Sua luz para que os homens pudessem lutar por suas vidas. Depois da vinda de Album, a era das peregrinações começou, onde todos peregrinavam em busca da terra santa, Operis Lucis. Em meio a todos os acontecimentos, um garoto tentava sobreviver e encontrando-se perto de seu fim pelas mãos dos mortos, Agnus, a Luz, interveio, e a partir daí a vida da criança mudou. Conheça Christian, e sua jornada, onde seus pés trilham entre quedas e levantes, trevas e luz, morte e vida, em busca da terra santa, Operis Lucis. . . . Avisos: Esta é uma breve sinopse, tentei deixar o mais curta possível. Eu já tenho uma centena de capítulos prontos, e desejo lançar um todos os dias aqui. Eu entendo que a grande parte dos trabalhos aqui estão em inglês, porém, eu não sei nada de inglês, então não quis me arriscar e traduzir tudo errado, e consequentemente estragar a obra. Não tenho ideia se a tradução do português para o inglês pelo tradutor ficará boa, por isso, peço que enviem comentários sobre isso! Pois caso a tradução fique ruim, eu posso tentar encontrar alguém para fazer uma tradução adequada para postar aqui! Também gostaria muito de avaliações críticas, para lapidar a narrativa. Além disso, não possue a imagem da capa. Favor, entrar em contato caso o seu proprietário deseje que eu a remova! Agradeço pela ajuda e a compreensão de vocês, boa leitura.

[System Alert: World Initialization Complete.] [Welcome, Players. Kill or be Killed.] When the classroom floor vanished, my classmates were gifted with Systems. They became Warriors, Mages, and Heroes. I got... Nothing. No Interface. No Skills. No Stats. Just a target on my back. Labeled "Trash" and used as bait by the people I trusted, I was left to rot in a dungeon where death was the only certainty. They thought I would die. They were wrong. I survived without magic. I fought without levels. I endured without a guide. And in the darkness, I found a different path to power. Now I’ve returned. And the "Heroes" who looked down on me are about to learn a painful lesson: You don't need a System to become a Monster.

God bless you all

Meet a book where we will discuss not only God but the misguided views of false believers and unbelievers. You will be reading my perspective on Certain aspects of religion as a Christian. I won't be bashing Christianity, so you don't have to worry about that.

I got bitten by a Zombie, it doesn't seem like a bad thing. after being bitten, not only will not become a zombie, moreover, zombies will not attack us. When everyone is under the pursuit of Zombie, arduous to be born, but we are free to cross the zombie horde. When everyone faced with a loaf of dumplings and spears, Moi had gathered a large amount of supplies, and handed one hand an army. When everyone was under the siege of Zombie, reluctant to establish a business, I became a hegemon of one side!

Poems for Christians and anyone else who may be interested, but most of all to God.

I am writing to Islam

Khali Luciano is a professional casino dealer with a very classified profile. Girls find her fascinating and appealing. Many people want to take her out, may they be men or women, old maidens, or dissatisfied married women. But most of them failed. Jane Terranova, a multi-millionaire and young CEO, consider spending a night in a casino to get away from the dinner date that her father had arranged for her. "Wanna bet? If that card is a low-value card, you'll be mine," Jane challenged Khali. Khali's brows wrinkled in dissatisfaction. She thought the brunette would be different than the other girls, but she was wrong. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but we only bet chips here," Khali explained, but the woman raised her hand again, leading Khali to stop turning the card. "How about if the card is a high-valued card, I'll give you a million dollars in cash," everyone gasped, but Khali wasn't impressed in the least. "How about you beat me in three rounds and see what happens," she grinned.

(2 chapters daily at exactly 10:05am and 1:05pm) Ye Wu woke up in the body of a framed young master, kneeling before a hypocritical "righteous" sect ready to execute him. Good. He never wanted justice. He wanted a slaughter. Hidden in his consciousness was the Netherworld Conversion System. One kill. One conversion. Every enemy he slaughtered could be resurrected as a Demon General—stronger, vicious, and infinitely loyal. That arrogant heavenly genius? Now a blood-soaked vanguard. The so-called Ice Saintess? Now his personal assassin, begging for the privilege to stand at his side. While the continent preached morality, Ye Wu built a dynasty of monsters. His converted generals warred for his attention, their personalities sharp, their loyalty absolute. He didn’t need disciples. He didn’t need allies. He only needed corpses. They called him a devil. Ye Wu just sharpened his blade. Let the righteous come. He was running out of generals.