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At 2:15 AM, Karachi stops breathing. The clocks freeze. The lights die. And the city wakes up to something else. Saleem is 18. Ordinary by day. A Hunter by night. When the “Sleep” hits, he’s forced into a ruined version of Karachi where shadows move, and only Hunters can fight back. Wearing a black tactical suit and carrying secrets he doesn’t understand, Saleem must climb the frozen 2:15 Clock Tower to uncover the truth: Why is he chosen? Why does the city sleep? One city. One legend. One boy who can’t afford to wake up too late.

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Ini hanyalah sepenggal kisah cinta antara Alvaro dan Caca. Sejak awal, ketika bertemu dengan Caca. Alvaro sudah jatuh cinta terhadap gadis itu. Berbagai cara dia lakukan, demi mendapatkan hatinya. Namun sayangnya, Caca justru sangat membeci Varo. Karena pria itu telah menyakiti kedua sahabatnya. Lantas, bagaimanakah kisah cinta mereka akan berakhir?

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Authors Note: I love cultivation. And I love the classics and tropes. But, I've fallen in love with space. And I found that there's a tragically short supply of space cultivation, with drama and such. What I hate, however, is power creep. That is not here. Cultivation is not sitting for seven billion years to godhood, nor is it take three pills and fart out a new universe. My take on cultivation is, alignment and knowledge. Strength as a by product, not a goal. Also, as strong as a cultivator might be, they aren't stronger than the sci-fi elements in the novel. This is not a generic cultivation power trip which cannibalizes the rest of the narrative. It will be a slow at times, fast at others. Morality is in question. Ethics in question. The trappings of a mind abandoned put up against the reality of the wider firmament and its place there. Yovan doesn't know anything about Cultivation. Only having dreams, the echoes of destruction, to haunt him. Any lesson he can glean vanishingly rare amidst the noise of the end of his race. It will take time, this is an epic, not a sprint! If that sounds like something you'd be interested in, I welcome you to enjoy. Ps. I know the dreams are cryptic and hard to follow. This is intentional at the start. //// What to expect: - Weak, weak MC, but intelligent, slow burn strengthening. - Romance, slow burn, psychologically active. - Action, though not for simple actions sake. - Ancient mysteries. Dreams. Spirits. Worlds. Politics. High Sci-Fi. Aliens! - Questions of morality, philosophy and oaths weighed against desires!

"Lo itu teman yang kerjaannya nyusahin! Gak ada untungnya gue temenan sama lo." "Dasar anak gak tahu malu, jadi beban buat keluarga terus! Kapan lo bisa kayak temen-temenmu yang lain?! Kapan bisa buat bangga keluarga?" "Cih, ternyata gue punya cewek sakit-sakitan! Gak bisa diandalkan sama sekali! Serasa jomblo rasanya gua." "Sahabat? Sadar diri cih, gue gak pernah anggap sahabat!" Dia adalah seorang gadis yang malang yang tidak pernah mendapatkan sekecil kebahagiaan. Keluarga, teman, sahabat, bahkan kekasihnya sendiri pun tega menyakitinya, luka demi luka di hatinya. Keadaan membuatnya terus untuk bertahan. Bagaimana kisah kedepannya? Apakah tetap bertahan atau tidak?

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!

In her past life, Tang Mo accidentally lost her own Space Jade Pendant when the apocalypse began, losing her biggest golden finger. Afterwards, her superpower training went awry, she lost her loved ones, suffered from ostracization, and utterly ruined the good hand she was dealt, ultimately dying at the mouths of mutant beasts. Opening her eyes again, Tang Mo was reborn one week before the start of the apocalypse. None of the tragedies has happened yet! How will she seize the opportunity and walk her own path to becoming a powerful figure in the apocalypse?

Married to Mason Crawford for two years, Summer Thorne became the city's notorious jinx. As the legitimate Mrs. Crawford, she could only watch helplessly as her own family went bankrupt and her father was convicted, with no one willing to lend a hand. Mason Crawford looked at her coldly: "Summer Thorne, do you think anyone in Valois would dare to help you if I didn't give the word?" Everyone watched her hit dead ends everywhere, bruised and battered, standing by with cold indifference. Until that snowy night in the deep mountains, she was tricked by others and left to walk alone in the snow, when a man on horseback galloped over, pulled her onto his steed, and wrapped her in his embrace. * The first time they met, she lit a cigarette for him; The next time they met, he said, "Miss Thorne, how much are you planning to spend to buy me?" Timothy York, a gentleman from a prestigious family—upright, dignified, aloof, and noble, a man who had never made a single misstep, praised by everyone in Valois. Yet, on that one day, Summer Thorne was photographed leaving Timothy York's residence early in the morning. The entire city was in an uproar. The most unattainable flower of Valois had actually stolen another man's wife! * Everyone said Summer Thorne was a master of seduction, but they received Timothy York's four-word reply— "I initiated it." The wind rose in Sombren Forest, and snow fell into his arms. From the very beginning, it was he who initiated it.