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Ushio Kamanoro lives in a wierd world where people can- Soon he resides in a place Called Otsoa

Dorian Wright's father foresaw the end of the world. In a ploy to preserve his only child's life, he sealed Dorian in a Cryo-sleep Capsule. Decades later, Dorian is finally unsealed. Upon setting his sights on the world again, he discovers it's nothing like the world he once knew. Beasts of legend roam the face of the earth. Humanity which stood at the top of the food chain has been chased to the bottom, forced to fight for their lives. Follow Dorian as he reconnects dots, discovers his power, searches for clues leading to his family, and fights back against the oppression that has been forced upon humanity! I will be putting chapters of this up on Royal Road too. Buy me a coffee

Twenty-four-year-old Sangavi Carter, highly ambitious and hard-working gets a job in prestigious bank as the secretary of the CEO. What she did not know is that the CEO is the womanizer and he sets his eyes on this hot-headed secretary. Playing with fire as Sangavi dismisses Mr. Caleb Theller's hot approaches and concentrates on her job. But with Theller's continuous approaches she finally gives in and what started with lust ignites romance between the two and love comes in.

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“In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion." Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays “I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.” H.P. Lovecraft, The Outsider "By distancing ourselves form our senses we can truly understand our place in this world." Let's follow together our protagonist as he lives his daily life on a far away land, and uncovers the darkest of secrets...

I died. A vending machine fell on me. Then I woke up as Milo Cross — a 17-year-old "root." The lowest of the low. No Keeper. No status. No hope. In this world, women rule. Men are protected pets. And every month, fallen angels tax our water — and our blood. The system in my head says I have a "second seed." A hidden power. A backup plan to save everyone. But I don't care about saving the world. I just want to survive. Too bad the Venaari want me dead. The Matriarch wants me controlled. And a seven-year-old rival with glowing eyes is watching my every move. Sorry, world. This root bites back.

Cyrus stepped to the edge of the cliff, and stared out at the expanding forest of pines far below. Their swaying tips towered high above the ground, reminding him of an emerald sea. Overhead, a flock of flametail sparrows flitted through the sky, their bright golden feathers catching the light of the sun. He counted fifteen in total before they dove into the canopy of needles, disappearing from his view. He frowned, and eyed the remainder of the woodland valley until his gaze fell upon a column of smoke, rising in rhythmic puffs in the distance. He tensed, his eyes widening in disbelief. Half a year. For half a year, he had traversed this god forsaken land, with no memories of his past, and only a strange amulet to his name. Not once during that time had he crossed paths with another person. Yet there they were, waiting at the bottom of the cliff. A slight breeze carried the scent of cooked meat to his nose. His mouth watered. 'Food. They must have food down there!' Quick on his feet, the young man leapt over the edge, his frayed cloak billowing around him as he hurtled towards the ground. Below, the pine trees rushed to meet him, their outstretched branches intertwining to form a bed of needles. Cyrus grinned, his heart racing. The familiar warmth of his magic flowed through his veins, accompanied by the soft whisper of the forest. Ten meters remained... Then five... One... … Son of Root is a story about a young man whose lost his memories, and possess nothing more than a strange amulet from his past. It will follow his journey across the lands of Arkendol, where the practice of magic is forbidden and those who wield it are feared. From the shadowy depths of this land, a deadly illness rises, brought forth by those who wish to see the downfall of its inhabitants. Who are these strange beings, and why do they seem to know Cyrus. The one they call Treeborn.

this going to be mom has a horribal virus named the deadly poona 20 it in fects her lungs befor , she niew it she a babby she called her abby -lee she whent in sane after abby left because her mum whas going insane (btw tne mum is called evilin)

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?"

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"