puck and guts

Kingston life revolves around Stephanie same goes to Charles. The family of three gives a perfect picture of a happy family. Stephanie has always leave an expectation of a good wife, managing his family as the two male consisting of Kingston the husband and Charles they only child plays the male roles in the house. They relationship is a symbolic type as either sides benefits here and seems like one can't do without the other. later on, Stephanie got diagnosed of kidney disease called dialysis. Which led to her death. This inturn, breaks a chain in the mutual association as one symbiont leaves the cycle leaving the chain imbalance. Tolerance is a natural phenomenal as every living thing tends to adapt to changes. Thus, the father and son (Kingston and Charles) morns, suffer loses, as they struggle for adaptation. A Therapist was recommended as the loses becomes more intense. The two bachelor's, "Kingston and Charles was advised to find a spouse as it does help one to walk-through the past, specially in such a situation. Charles and Kingston move on for a spouse hunt amidst there imbalances. Charles: Guess what. Kingston: huh! Charles: She hate my gut. Charles complain addressing Kingston as the two wanders to accomplish. read more of she hate my guts to get the real riddles of the note.

Hockey was everything to Ian Kade until a scandal sent him crashing into the boards. Expelled, disgraced, and forced to transfer to his rival school, he's now wearing the wrong jersey, skating on enemy ice, and stuck on a team that wants nothing to do with him. Worst of all he's lining up next to Dominic Stryker, the rival he's spent years body-checking into the glass. Dominic takes it as an ultimate penalty and he's not about to let him forget his downfall. He takes cheap shots on and off the rink, pushing and taunting anything to remind Ian who really owns the ice. But the more they collide, the more Dominic starts to notice the cracks in the story, the fire in Ian's game and the way their fights are blurring the line between rivalry and something far more dangerous. Because hate is easy. Losing control? That's sudden death.

this is a work in progress novel that is about a child of the fairy queen, and his adventures in a fantasy world. let's see what shenanigans he gets up to.

"The streets roam with cannibles. No individual can walk freely." The year is 1814 and Europe is in chaos as a new disease unfolds being called Blight... (Based on the game Guts & Blackpowder)

WFC #152 The New Year is a chance for a new beginning, right? Well, that’s exactly what happened for Rick Kanun. It was exactly at midnight that everything changed. 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... [Initiating World Reformation Protocol] Everybody on Earth heard this robotic voice and then it happened. Lights started flashing and havoc began! *Boom* *Boom* *Boom* Screams, cries, and death throes could be heard everywhere. *Pant* *Pant* “Why is this happening?!” cried Rick. *Beep* [Answering User: New Year’s Wish was granted.] Rick grabbed his grabbed his head. “What is that voice? It’s saying something New Year’s wish?! What wish?!” [User’s wish from 11:30 pm on Earth’s New Year’s celebration.] [Replaying Memory...]

This journey starts in the way most end, death. What comes next? Everything. Apparently. Armor forged in the soul, shaped and tinted by your previous life. A goddess? Beasts, monsters, demons of all shapes and sizes. A whole new world ahead, with a whole new set of rules for our newly dead protagonist to figure out. So.. what happens now?

The city fell before the world noticed. Hybrids revolted. Monsters walked openly through streets. The Xotikós — a white-skinned, white-haired species once called human — were reduced to survivors and graves. Gust escapes prison into a city already dead. He does not come to save it. Once, he had a wife who believed in the gods. A daughter who believed her father was a hero. The government believed he was a weapon. All three were wrong. Engineered beyond his own understanding, Gust was designed on theories even his creators feared — a being capable of collapsing reality itself if allowed to awaken fully. Marked as an omniversal threat, he was broken, tortured, and buried long before the world needed him. Now the president who ordered everything is gone. The gods who were worshipped never came. And the hybrids who lost their minds call him legend — and curse. Gust moves through ruin, stopping atrocities not out of mercy, but memory. He uses less than a fraction of his power — because even one percent would shatter what remains. This is not a story about revenge. It is a story about loss, faith that failed, and a man who must decide whether existence deserves to survive him.

um.. Read the title?

In 1815, there is a midst of crisis of a Plague in that turns the dead to live once more into now Cannablistic Savages in Europe, America looks at the Crisis and steps aside both past wounds and memories aside to intervene in Europe. To help mankind fight its struggle for liberation against the Undead.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.