glitchtale

NOTHING IS BETTER THAN NIGHTMARE

Glitch is here to help you but... what is Glitch. Human? A home? A friend? Real?

Dreading their inevitable demise, mankind launches a desperate project to colonize an earth like planet in the Gliese planetary system, 20 light years away. This project signified a turning point for humanity, their light in the dark. However, mysterious and unfathomable entities get involved, manipulating things from the shadows. Humanity's star of hope is no longer as it seems. “What is it you desire Lwanda?, fame? fortune? Or maybe …” Having woken up in a strange and unforgiving planet, Lwanda has but one goal, Survive long enough to have a tomorrow.

"Il Dio del Caos è interessato a te e vuole che tu sia il suo emissario. Accetti?" Con sangue e ferite che ricoprivano tutto il suo corpo, la voce che echeggiava nella sua mente era come una speranza che brillava su di lui. Nella gloriosa era futura, l'umanità aveva scoperto il fondo del mare e conquistato il cielo, ma aveva anche accidentalmente aperto il vaso di Pandora che non avrebbe dovuto essere aperto. Avevano trovato un luogo dove vivevano numerose creature sconosciute. Qui, gli umani lotteranno per le loro vite per raggiungere la loro più grande evoluzione e creare i propri miti, incluso Teodoro. Di fronte ai tradimenti, circondato da bestie e di fronte a una morte imminente, rispose con determinazione e tenacia. "Sì!"

Ichiha Osamu The reincarnated Boy Remembered a reincarnated memory of his father and mother but their faces are blurred It's up to him to find his parents. He don't Know what year is that but he got a pretty hint that if his reincarnated then there parents too is reincarnated. The memory is very terrifying That even everybody in the world will be sad if they saw this memory. He saw this memory when he touch a crying Girl that Happens to be Mai Fukada ,GEN. JONES of The GLÎMPSE ASSOCIATION. GLÎMPSE is a association to prevent the War from happening again. X. .Y. .Z

Glimpses is a collection of poetry and prose that will allow you to take a look at the memoirs of past love, excerpts from books that will not be written, snapshots of heartaches, and left-overs from someone's universe. Glimpses of brokenness, glimpses of healing. Glimpses of tragedy, glimpses of new beginnings. A glimpse of my story, and maybe a glimpse of yours, too. All rights reserved. Copyright 2019. neverpoem.

she found herself falling for the hero , while she is an NPC programmed to say the exact words over and over again. that is until the villain showed up on her doorstep. [ lowercase intended ] © 2019 | ethrubyjen

“Look, Detective, I know you and the members of the police department want to do things your way, but you're going to need someone who can exterminate them without worry,” Raphael said in a serious tone, his gaze fixed on Inspector Herbente's eyes. Herbente remained silent for a moment, assessing his interlocutor. He didn't like to admit that a civilian might be right about the situation, but the facts spoke for themselves: ever since the famous flaming eagle bracelet had been discovered by the National Institute of Archeology, Wickbrook, once quiet, had become the scene of brutal murders. The victims? Pedestrians, shopkeepers, children... All seemed unconnected, except for strange lesions left on their bodies. "This is madness, Raphael. We're talking about...inhuman beings. Monsters, straight out of a nightmare," Herbente murmured, struggling to hide his anxiety. “The whole town is terrified.” Raphael gave a mysterious smile. "Exactly. That's why we need someone different. Someone...like Eaglefire." The name echoed through the room like a clap of thunder. Formerly a simple archaeological translator, Raphaël had made a radical decision the day he put on the bracelet. What was just a rumor of inhuman power had turned out to be very real. With the powers of the artifact, he was no longer just Raphael. He was Eaglefire, a hero ready to defend Wickbrook. He knew his role was only just beginning and the worst was yet to come, but fear was no longer part of his vocabulary. "Herbente, I'm not here to play hero. I'm here to destroy every last creature. And believe me, with this bracelet, I can."

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

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?"