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On May 19, 2013, in the final round of the Premier League, Manchester United played out a thrilling 5-5 draw against West Brom. Despite the dramatic result, the 2012-13 Premier League trophy returned to Old Trafford, marking the end of a triumphant season. But the real shockwaves came after the match. At a packed press conference, Sir Alex Ferguson, the legendary manager who had just completed his 1,500th game in charge of Manchester United, made two stunning announcements that sent the football world into a frenzy. First, he revealed his retirement, marking the end of an era that had defined English football for over two decades. Second, he named his chosen successor: Tiger King. The announcement left the football world in disbelief. Who was Tiger King? Where had he come from? And why had Ferguson, the most successful manager in football history, entrusted him with the future of Manchester United? On that day, the footballing landscape changed forever. The only question on everyone’s mind was: Who is Tiger King?

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Jin Aldeus was a normal man, no powers, no special talent…. Just normal. Long before this time the world was flooded with mana by a mysterious entity, this event soon became known as the awakening. Soon after the awakening a species of monsters known as Reapers began appearing around the world destroying everything they touch. They come in many grotesque forms and even different species and types. Not long after humans began being born with special abilities due to the mana that flooded the planet. Eventually they started to fight back and these brave warriors became known as Hunters. When a simple ultra sound appointment turns bad Jin discovers through the trauma of losing his wife and unborn daughter, he had a hidden power within himself all along.

A Dream so far away yet so close, I finally got it, I got it, I got my theater, now what should I do, ahh I have got it, I will continue making masterpieces. My Sad endings are masterpieces, especially in this world, everyone is speechless once they hear my story I think they might be in love, even the super people come here just so they can listen to my stories, I will defiantly become super famous. [AN note:this is my second novel and I have started using an app to make the grammar and misspelling less frequent, also all criticism about the novel is open and please tell me how can I be better at writing, I am all ears and stay safe and bye]

Life was never fair to Zion. A leaking roof, endless work at a Helix depot, a father drowning in debt, and a future that already seemed decided for him. People like him weren't supposed to rise. They were supposed to survive. Then he receives a conditional admission into Helix High School, a place where the next generation of Controllers are created. For the first time in his life, Zion thinks fate might finally be giving him a chance. But before his journey even begins, he sees a nightmare. A nightmare where blood covers the ground, his body is torn apart, and the person standing over him with a blade isn't an enemy— It's his best friend. He thought it was only a dream. Until reality slowly starts moving toward that future. In a world of Helix pathways, monsters, power, and cruel choices, Zion will learn one thing: Life isn't fair. And sometimes the people who break you... are the ones you trusted the most.

To the pawn lead on a trail of blood, mystery was an unfair game. Being placed in the body of a supposed murderer, moments after the act, is not a typical situation. And to prove one's innocence after the fact isn't a simple ordeal, not when the meaning of guilt is twisted, used as a dagger to plunge into the heart of any defiance. Is Jun the only fool? The disposable pawn replaced at the first sign of failure? His consciousness swapped out for mine, dragged in from another plane of existence. My doppelganger, is he the only fool? Or was this his escape? Am I not a fool? In an age of churning gears and steam engines that billowed columns of smoke high into the sky, one would think a murder would not require a supernatural cause. A revolver, would be enough. But why is that not the case? Why did Jun feel the need to run? If it was that simple, I wouldn't be this. This monstrous creature. This mangled, disjointed hound. Fueled by chaos. But alas, my role is to entertain.     Do not be misguided, for this is not the legacy of the fool, but his replacement, the jester. -------------------------------------------- The cover art is by me, of course. @parart.me

She wasn’t born. She was performed. ——————————————- Behind the curtains of a forgotten theatre, a masked performer acts out the same tragedy every night — to an empty room. But when a bleeding girl with broken wings and a bloodstained axe appears in the shadows, everything begins to unravel. She calls herself Ember. She says she knows him. She says he called her into existence. And the scariest part is — she might be right. As the stage begins to collapse and the ghosts of his former selves rise from the audience, the performer is forced to confront the truth: Ember isn’t a stranger. She’s what he buried. What he tried to erase. What he burned alive to survive. Now she wants the final act. ———————————————— A gothic psychological descent into identity, obsession, and the art of self-destruction, The Theatre of Hollow Things is a story for anyone who has ever felt like their skin was a costume, like their voice belonged to someone else, or like their pain was mistaken for performance. This is not a story about becoming someone new. This is about dying into who you really are.

People have strayed away from myths, as they are regarded as nothing but a relic from the past. But what if the very same myth written thousands of years back in the past came back from the long slumber? Dewey, a journalist for a local newspaper agency found himself to be a host of a demon named Gaap, forced to fight other 71 hosts of demons against his will. The curtain of a cruel play is about to rise, an unavoidable bloodbath, witness a battle to claim the title of the true king.

"Dr K.J Alexander" Everyone held their breaths. They all expected either a gorgeous woman or an handsome man to take the stage but they got both. As far as everyone knew this award was for a single person so why is it two people climbing the stage now. Was there a mistake somewhere? Who is the actual winner of the award ? Who is the actual "Boss of the Operating Theatre?"

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?"