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We were born alone, we were also doomed to die alone. But on that fateful night, he didn't die alone. That's his biggest regret. If only he gets a second chance. He will make sure... His family... his comrade... would be safe... From that traitor... *Modern Fiction* Betrayed by the most trusted person in his family, cost him his parents. They were at war against each other. Trying to win back something they believed were supposed to be theirs. He lost the game, also his life, his remaining family, friends, and comrade. All because of that traitor. Now that he is back. He will not fall into that death trap again. Even if he can't remember it. He won't fail. He will protect everyone. Alfizar looked at the face he sees every day in the mirror. "Nothing's wrong with it, but.... shouldn't my face look older?" Time passed by quickly and he realized that he had indeed died. But, who killed him? A/N: I'm back to my 3 chaps a week after a month of updating every day. For those who worried that I won't complete this original, don't worry. I will finish this original soon, story progress 49%.

Cal has always lived in the half dark, her life shrouded by secrets she longs to know the answer to. But on the day she set off to uncover the truth she is swept up in a current of strange events. Drawn into her fate-stream are merciless predators and improbable friends; Orcara, the kelpish healer, mysterious Tarian who trades in power and knowledge, and Jake, a boy as lost and hunted as Cal herself. Who can they trust? Who should they fear?

Rumors of war and Child of Prophecy have taken the world by storm. Chaos and ruin loom, but a faint hope keeps them at bay. In the north, Merke searches for the Child of Prophecy. To the south, The massacre of an entire bloodline threatens to destroy the the royal court. Finally, to the east and west, a duo of mercenaries and bright eyed yet sinister cleric also search for this Child of Prophecy. No matter the result, the world will be forever changed.

The year is 1982. Duran Duran tops the charts, the internet isn't a thing yet, and young Hilary Baxter is employed as an au pair halfway around the world. Her charge Hasiba happens to be a beautiful, exotic woman nearly her own age, and heir to the throne of her tiny island nation. Hilary's only job is to keep her out of trouble.<br><br>After some time on the local party circuit, Hilary discovers keeping Hasiba out of trouble may not be as easy as it first seemed. To make matters worse, Hilary finds herself falling in love with her charge, while all Hasiba seems to be interested is flirting with the eligible bachelors on the island.<br><br>Things come to a head one night when Hasiba's partying takes her too far. Hilary steps in with her own special set of rules -- and punishments -- to correct a situation that's gotten out of hand. But will Hasiba accept Hilary's new, sterner stance? How will an heir to the throne take to being disciplined? And will Hilary's feelings for Hasiba allow her to do what needs to be done?

Fate, it has been decided the moment you are born. Destiny, the path you take in which you didn't decide. Life, full of hardships and suffering that you are forced to accept. Let the wheels of fate keep spinning for it may never spin again. Follow Kakuto Onirize in the journey of his so-called "life" in order to protect what he desires. Disclaimer: any elements of the story that resembles something else are just based of off or inspired by the said thing. Any pictures here are not mine, all rights for them go to their respective creator.

SENSITIVE TOPIC TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ : novel ini mengandung religious trauma, self harm, depression, sexual harrasment, su!c!dal. jika ada yang dari salah satu kata diatas yang dapat menyebabkan trigger mohon untuk tidak membaca nya jika tidak nyaman terimakasih. arthur adalah seorang anak remaja yang menyukai seni. itu semua berubah saat dia memasuki jenjang smp, dimana dia masuk ke sekolah agama islam khusus laki laki..

While the heart still beats, continue moving forward, even if life is as dark as the deepest cave. While we are breathing, life must go on, no giving up. While still living, find the meaning and purpose of life. Five powerful kingdoms fight each other; having conflicts and wars for pride, power and honor. This novel speaks of the peculiar adventure of Journey, who joined the Kalonian force, is known as one of the strongest soldiers to exist yet remained in her rank in the military. Throughout her life, she always carry memories from her past, what memories could they be? Even though she's stuck on her past, she must continue to move forward. Who knows what troubles are ahead of Journey? What fate has arranged for Journey?

I could hear the din from the bar as I exited my SUV and I was still almost a block away. What a shame! I knew from long experience that would change as soon as my foot crossed the threshold. I tend to have that effect on people. I’m six feet six inches tall and I weigh an even 250 pounds—all of it broad shouldered muscle. My Body Mass Index at my last physical was less than four percent. My light brown hair is styled exactly the way it’s been for the past fifteen years—ever since I first joined the Navy. Sure enough, no sooner had I taken my first step into the bar than the noise died. When I turned left and stepped up to the bar the people there couldn’t back away fast enough. I took a stool in the middle of the empty space and sat down, waiting for the bartender to approach. “I’m not looking for any trouble.” “Good…neither am I. Give me a ginger ale.” He reached under the bar for a glass and some ice. Twenty seconds later he slid the glass in my direction. I pulled a fiver from my pocket and dropped it on the bar. He ignored it and walked away to draw a few beers and pour some wine. It looked to me like this was a pretty cheap crowd. Checking up and down the bar all I could see were longnecks and drafts. I reached into the lower left pocket of my cargo pants. Like almost everything else I was wearing they were a true deep navy blue. My heavy shoes were black as was my wide belt. My belt said as much about me as the bold white lettering across my chest. Just below the American flag over my heart were the letters that were my life—U. S. MARSHAL. On my right hip was my nickel plated .44 Magnum Colt Python, just behind two speed loaders in addition to the twenty-four rounds on the belt. On my left hip was my ASP Talon baton—every bit as deadly a weapon in my hands as the revolver. A pouch at the back of my right hip held my stainless steel handcuffs and its partner on the opposite side held my radio—my link to my backup team. I placed the photo flat on the bar as the bartender returned to me. “I’ll have another,” I said in a loud voice, continuing so I wouldn’t be overheard. “Don’t pick it up and don’t make a production of looking at it. I’ve been told that he comes here a lot. Is he here tonight? If he is and he escapes because you’ve given me away I’ll see to it that you’re arrested for obstruction of justice.” He gulped a few times but did as he was told, nodding slightly in response. I continued almost at a whisper. “If my nose is pointing to twelve o’clock, my right ear to three, the back of my head to six, and my left ear to nine, tell me where he is. Again, don’t point or do anything obvious and we’ll be fine.” He pretended to wipe the bar as he whispered, “About 4:30 with his back to you.” I picked up the reflection in the mirror then asked, “Red shirt with black and white stripes, looking away from me?” He nodded again. Now, in my normal tone of voice I asked, “Where’s the men’s room?”

Sahila, Dia tidak secerdas Kaelyn yang selalu menjadi juara kelas, tidak juga sehebat Laras yang bisa melakukan segala hal dengan baik, atau secantik Berliana yang wajahnya bagaikan bidadari turun dari kayangan, juga tidak sekuat dan seberani Nabila yang bisa menghadapi segala situasi. Tapi, Sahila selalu memiliki mimpi yang sama sejak dulu. Seperti terlahir memang untuk mencapai mimpinya dan bekerja keras untuk melakukan yang dia inginkan. Sahila ingin menjadi bintang, bukan bintang di langit, melainkan seorang bintang yang muncul di layar kaca penuh percaya diri dan kharisma. Dan perjalanan awalnya menuju karir yang sudah dia dambakan di mulai lewat acara "I Can Because of You", sebuah ajang pembentukan grup band wanita yang bersaing dari ribuan peserta pelatihan dan dipilih menjadi 108 orang hingga akhirnya menjadi sebuah grup yang terdiri hanya 9 orang saja. Selama persaingan itu Sahila akan di karantina dan bekerja keras berkali lipat lebih agar bisa menjadi yang terbaik. Tapi tahukah kalian apa yang lebih mencengangkan dari itu? Sahila memiliki sebuah rahasia yang sudah disimpan nya sejak lama, dan itu adalah "pacar rahasianya" yang jika identitas nya terkuak mungkin akan terjadi kekacauan besar, di tambah saat dirinya mengikuti acara I Can Because of You secara tidak di sadari ia menjadi dekat dengan seorang prja yang bisa di bilang memiliki pengaruh besar. Jika rahasia dan kedekatan nya dengan pria-pria itu terkuak, apa yang akan terjadi? Kehidupan yang sering menjadi dambaan semua wanita yang di kelilingi banyak pria tampan dan terkenal, satu-satunya orang beruntung itu adalah Sahila. Dan dia mulai berada di ambang kebingungan. • • • Aku bikin cerita ini karena terinspirasi dari acara "Youth With You Season 2" yang salah satu mentor disana adalah Lisa Blackpink. Aku harap cerita ini bisa bikin para pembaca terhibur.

The future of mankind rests in Noe's hands. Having faced brutal bullying throughout his life, Noe is sent to a boarding school where his luck takes a sudden turn for the fantastical. Planet Earth, 2075. Humanity is hanging by a thread after World War Three rendered the globe inhabitable. With the introduction of angels, demons and realms unknown, will Noe play a hand in saving humanity or let the humans that mistreated him burn beneath his flames? To destroy the World or save it? That is the question. Excerpt: Like a demon of destruction, Noe snaps. His vision blurs and dissipates, scattered like glass beads across cement. When he comes to, he is no longer watching the scene but is at its epicenter, soaking in a pool of purple blood, maroon cadavers strewn across the ground. Every centimeter of the hall is covered in gore - except for Mr. Henderson, whose eyes, wide-blown in astonishment... and horror, are captivated by Noe's neck. Looking down at himself, Noe sees thousands of black feathers have sprouted out from his own flesh. They tingle at the root and shudder as he breathes, as if leaves clinging to a tree in winter. Blood coats his every morsel. Springing his now grey fingertips onto his neck, Noe perceives what feels like the head of a purple hyacinth wrapped around it, its ribbon-like strands interlocking and jetting as if growing from his voice box. Touching his face, porcelain-smooth, painted by blood, marble skin appears unbreakable. It was all for first love. —- Discord: SEP1A#9769 Cover Art: raazu692 | Fiverr