riyaz biryani shakarpur

Reality is his playground. Space bends to his will. King Toxic isn’t just a man—he’s a force. With the power to fold dimensions, heal himself, and turn ordinary objects into vessels of limitless potential, he’s the city’s most mysterious protector…or its deadliest threat. But when corrupted space energy begins spreading across Manhattan, and a shadowy force threatens the balance of reality itself, King Toxic must confront rival manipulators, rogue technology, and a conspiracy that reaches far beyond the streets he calls home. In a world where space itself can be weaponized, only one man can bend it to his will. King Toxic is coming—and nothing will ever be the same.

"I did everything I could to try and convince them to stay, but they already made up their minds and were ready to leave me. Am I really so repulsive? So unlovable? What did I even do wrong? Everyday I tried but it seemed like it wasn't enough, I tried so hard. Am I not good enough? Was I not good enough? Just tell me what I did wrong! I'll change! I'll be better! I'm sorry for making the food that day I just wanted you to eat because you were so busy you forgot to eat. I'm sorry for touching the car, I just wanted to clean the windshield so you don't get into a car accident because it was getting a little cloudy to see though it. I'm sorry for asking you guys to come to school with me, I just wanted to show the progress I made in basketball and show you I can now make a basket. I'm sorry for calling you during the day, it was raining and you forgot your umbrella, I didn't want you to catch a cold. I'm sorry for speaking around you guys, I just wanted to show you how proud I am of you guys and that I love you guys. I'm sorry for listening to every word you said, it's just each word meant so much to me and I love hearing you guys talk even if it's not always kind. I'm sorry for being here. I'm sorry. All I wanted was for you guys to be happy." Riya has had a rough childhood with many different places she thought was "home" so when she finally has something that brings her happiness and love her past has to come back and ruin it by taking her back making her leave the people that have been there through it all.

My name is Riya

Living in a kingdom ruled by deception, Mariyah is a seventeen year old girl hiding a dangerous secret—one that could cost her everything. Born with the persecuted ability to transform into an animal, Mariyah is a Shifter, and not only that, but a Multi-Shifter, a gift unheard of and thought impossible. In Seenparay, Shifters are feared, marked, and driven into exile…or worse. With the fragile life her parents have carefully constructed for her, Mariyah pretends to be what the kingdom demands: a harmless Natural. Silent. Obedient. Invisible. But staying hidden isn’t quite so simple when your best friend is a starving Shifter boy who lives on the edge of survival. As oppression grows more and more intense and the risk of her secret growing along with it, Mariyah finds herself caught between the safety of silence and the pull of helping her friend which would only open the doors to rebellion. As her bond with Oliver deepens, so does the risk—because if anyone discovers what she truly is, her life will be over.

En el corazón de las vastas llanuras centrales, en la corte imperial de un formidable país, reside una chica extraordinaria llamada Maomao. Maomao, hija de un apotecario, ha sido arrancada de su apacible vida y vendida a los escalafones más bajos de la corte imperial. Ahora es una simple sirvienta adaptándose a su nueva vida cotidiana, aunque en realidad posee amplios conocimientos en medicina. Y a pesar de no ajustarse a los cánones convencionales de belleza, Maomao mantiene un perfil discreto mientras espera pacientemente la conclusión de su contrato, albergando la tranquila seguridad de que no se convertirá en blanco de las insinuaciones del emperador. Poco después de la llegada de Maomao a la corte, los hijos pequeños del emperador comienzan inexplicablemente a experimentar síntomas graves, casi como si se les hubiera lanzado una maldición. Maomao, movida por una curiosidad implacable, inicia una investigación para descubrir la causa de las graves enfermedades que aquejan a los niños supervivientes. A medida que se desentrañan las intrincadas capas de misterios cortesanos, Maomao emerge como una protagonista astuta, que navega hábilmente por las complejidades de la corte imperial en un trasfondo medieval de Oriente. ¿Lograra Maomao descubrir este misterio antes mueran todos los hijos restantes del emperador? ¿Llamará la atención de peligrosos miembros de la corte imperial? ¿Podrá evitar la atenta mirada del emperador? Sigue la travesía de esta joven apotecaria mientras desentraña este desafiante suceso que se desarrolla dentro de los regios confines de la corte imperial.

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Oct.21st.1897, Westminster, London, an engaged couple, writer Mina Harker and interior designer Jonathan Harker had kept secret from each other, and since count Vladimir Dracula from Transylvania had moved to England, ominous incidents occurred one by one...

A forgotten princess A fallen goddess An ancient curse and secrets that can crumble kingdoms to dust ***************** The rising sun marked the beginning of a new day and with it, the dawn of a new era as the thumping of war drums shook the great kingdom of Liveriya. Armour clad soldiers marched in unison towards a war that will change the destiny of a land blessed by the primal gods with never-ending prosperity and wealth. A golden land rotten hollow by greed and deceit, stained with the blood of fallen Kings and Queens. Overseeing the vast battlefield shrouded in a thick layer of snow, stood a small cliff, proud against the harsh winter winds, which would come to witness bloodshed that will paint these blessed lands crimson for centuries to come. There stood a woman and a young girl tall and proud, one a forgotten princess, and the other a fallen goddess. Their long hair the colour of silver and ebony fluttered with the howling wind. The ebony woman turned to her daughter, her eyes softening at the worried expression on her daughter's face. " All of this is going to be over soon my sweet child, no one is going to touch my precious daughter," her eyes hardening in determination " not as long as I am still breathing." The young girl lost in her misery and grief failed to reply to her mother's words, eyes fixed to the sight in front of her, sighing the woman lifted a hand to caress her daughter's delicate face gently. "You will come back to me, won't you mother?" A pair of inky eyes turned to look into the woman's dark once. Her daughter was truly a reflection of herself. "Do you think a mere army of mortals can harm me, my silly girl?" She chuckled, amused by her daughter's worry, though it warmed her cold heart the way her lover, the girl's father once did. The sound of thumping broke her out of her reverie. It was time what she has been waiting for all these years, her chance to avenge her departed husband and to give her daughter deserved as the rightful heir and a favoured child of gods. Lyala moved to stand in front of her daughter, lifting a hand she cast a protection spell around her daughter, a yellow glow spreading from her palm, morphing into a dome around the young girl with silver hair. onyx lifted her hand and placed her palm against her mother's through the protective field " Let me fight with you" "No" Lydia shook her head before giving her daughter a pointed look " you'll only be a liability, I am not willing to risk your safety." "But this is my fight-" onyx tried to reason with her mother only to be cut off by the woman's sharp words "It is not, and you know it well" her eyes softening at her daughter's distraught expression, as she kept her hand away. "Wait for me, my child." The wind moved through her long ebony hair making it look like wisps of smoke curling around her, standing at the edge of the cliff, her mother looked nothing less than the goddess she truly was, in the young girl's eyes. "I always will", who will she wait for if not the only family she has ever known? The young girl saw her mother's mouth curled into a doting smile, as she took a step back before jumping off the cliff's edge on to the battleground. One woman against an army of ten thousand men who were terrified yet excited of what was to come, it was not every day that one gets to wage war against the goddess of destruction herself. Onyx looked at her mother's retreating figure from over the cliff. Chin held high, clad in black armour, her long hair tied in a high ponytail swished with each determined step; guilt began to seep in her mind. She never imagined putting her mother in harm's way. A lone tear made down her face and her lips quivered at the thought of losing the one person she loved the most as only a single thought kept repeating in her mind. "It's all my fault." ----- NOTE - **The artwork on the cover does not belong to me. All credits to the original artist.**

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.