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A former mining town, Middletown has grown leaps and bounds since then, but many spirits haunt the city as the lands had once been occupied by a Native population who had come into conflict with the mining operations. Eventually peace had come and the region was split between the two groups. Many descendants of that original Native population still exist in the mountains. All in all the city sees little change as businesses come and go: locals often resisting change. After a big storm hits the city: the river floods, causing it to shut down the bridge out of the city and closing down as emergency services struggle to reach those in need. Overnight the city streets are flooded. Searching for a friend, Jon comes across violent rioters. Spirits haunt the isolated city, sometimes helping, sometimes not. These zombie are not the mindless corpses of popular media. #horror #zombie #psychological #survival #action #R18 #urban

Welcome to our interview and review magazine. we feature young entrepreneurs,authors and raw talents through our interviews and reviews. Everyone starts something in life by thinking to help another through their born talents or passion. They face hardships as they reach their final goals, at a point they may give up but yet dream of being recognized in the society. Everyone wants to flourish their businesses and showcase their talents.They may have started it somewhere in life but they are yet struggling to gain the popularity they wanted. We are born in this world to show love and shower our support to everyone. what will we gain by throwing negativity at people? Instead lets spread positivism and give them a warm hand of hope. This book will highlight them so that they can get a better reach in their carriers and talents. If you are looking for any products,talents or services to brighten your life then this book may help you. We have some awesome people on-site for you hence please check it out. If you wish to get featured or make your businesses/talents acknowledged, Please feel free to contact us because you are at the right spot. It is free of charge, available for World-wide users and the interview will be carried out through e-mails. Enjoy this season with us without any hesitation. Thank You. yours Sincerely, Team Bloomlife Contact Details: Watt-pad Direct Message: @bloomlife E-mail: [email protected] LinkedIn and Pinterest: Z Cader Web-novel: bloomlife

Florida is a hellscape of mosquitoes, alligators, crackheads, and last but not least old people waiting on The Grim Reaper to push the doorbell on their camper. 17-year-old Mason Turner knows this which is why he never bothered to make any trips down to see his grandparents. A car accident sends him flying to the sunshine state to spend what could be the rest of his teenage years living in a trailer with maternal grandparents.

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Chu Hexi was only a hunter’s son from Qingshi Town. He had no remarkable spiritual root, no noble bloodline, and no reason to believe the path of immortality would ever open for him. His world was the Qingrang Mountains, his father’s silence, and the hunting knife at his waist. Until the day he fell into a forgotten fissure and touched a broken black stele. From that moment on, he began to sense spiritual energy. Strange dreams came to him in fragments. Ancient words no one could read burned into his fate, and even the Heavenly Dao could no longer calculate his destiny. But the stele was not a blessing without a price. Beyond the floating continents lies the Voidsea. Deep within it sleeps Guixu, the place where all things return. Sects, imperial courts, ancient bloodlines, and hidden powers all move around a secret older than history itself. As Chu Hexi steps into the Taixu Sect and begins his cultivation, he discovers that his rise is not merely a struggle against stronger enemies. It is the first ripple of a causal chain that stretches across past, present, and future. All things return to the Voidsea. But where does Guixu return? To him.

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"I love you, okay?" ... her voice broke as she stared up at Nur's face. His eyes widened, chest tightening as he stared back at her, at the magnitude of her words. Tears clung to Ayse's lashes, his wife who he supposedly contract married. From the very first day they locked eyes, he loved her but not even for a second, he would have thought she would fall for him. This was Deniz Nur Hakan--The sole heir to the multibillion-dollar company, he who built empires with his bare hands. He had ice in his veins and ruled with an iron fist. Men trembled under his gaze; women drove to him.  A man whose ears were deaf to the pleadings of many. Some called him a bastard, and for some he was just their "son"  His father, Emre Yousef Hakan--A tyrant man. He handed Nur the keys to the Hakan's estate. Well pleased and trusted that his son will continue his tyrannical reign. After the funeral ceremony, his mother had come to him.  Conversing to him on estate matters and the "future" "How his job wasn't only proceeding his father's company but to also produce an heir" Nur stared at his mother's unreadable face; he shook his head and sternly rejected even a thought on such matters.  Though months passed. One faithful night, he received the news.  "Mr. Hakan, your mother has passed away" Nur was left heartbroken; he fled from U.K and quickly arrived at Istanbul via his private jet.  The car clicked opened as he made his way in the magnificent "Hakan estate" Where he would find his "relatives" people who they had lost connection to the very day his parents married. They weren't well off back then yet lived happily.  He paid them no mind and walked towards the center where his mom's coffin was.  Clutching around the fine wood, tears sprung out. His mother, the only one who he could rest his head on the shoulders, lazily talk about his day. She had left him. The funeral has ended. Meanwhile Nur sat at his study, blue eyes flickering under the warm glow. Just then--the door clicked, there entered, Ali Demir, his father's advisor, now his. The silver-haired man walked to him, hands clutching at piles of documents. He then conversed to him on the future and that to attain his will, he must marry. Nur's face turned pale, marriage--A chapter that he had closed long ago. After his previous marriage in Ankara to his childhood sweetheart--Eylul Aydin. He remembered her end--how his father mercilessly unlived her and their unborn child. Nur had also rejected this idea prior to his mother's death. Yet--Ali continued, "the bride had also been selected" His jaw flexed as he raked his eyes at him, "Did you...? Ali shook his head, "I wouldn't dare... if it wasn't the very own wish of Mrs. Hakan" Nur sighed, a part of him was uninterested and the other part? --merely curious to who it was. Ali continued, the bride is from one of the Kaplan family branches. "Who...is it? Nur's voice came out, flustered. Ali's mouth parted, "Ayse Azra Yildiz" His eyes widened, his chest tightened. To be continued>>>>>>>>>>

Graham who is old and only counting his days. Victor, an hard working man and father of two little prankster Ion and Joe. With Irene the lady of the house, Nancy the house maid. One day a letter from an unknown place comes and there daily life is thrown out of order. who is this Walter? why is he coming? why is it guilty? like this there are many questions. We need to see what future holds for all of them.

We're all sinners, some of us are just living like saints.

Naomi, a wolf demi-human living on a remote farm with her foster father Tom, longs for a life beyond tending crops. Inspired by her foster brother Misha, now a state magician, she dreams of wielding magic and exploring the world. One night, after sneaking away to attempt magic for the first time, Naomi finds a half naked boy, being attacked by Leaf-Lizards in the mountains.She saves his life and brings him to the farm. But soon after, Naomi begins experiencing vivid dreams and illusions—fragments of a past she never remembered. To complicate matters, the boy she rescued claims to be from another world… and seems to know far more about Naomi than any stranger should.