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N'adorez-vous pas quand les femmes passent d'hommes qui ne les ont jamais appréciées à des hommes qui vénèrent le sol sur lequel elles marchent ? Pendant quatre ans, le mari d'Amelia Brown l'a traitée comme si elle était la personne la plus inutile sur terre. Mais quand elle a finalement signé les papiers et qu'il a découvert la véritable beauté, force et puissance de son ex-femme, il a voulu la récupérer par tous les moyens. Il est peut-être trop tard car maintenant, il devra affronter le puissant milliardaire Lucas Sullivan pour elle. Et malheureusement pour lui, Amelia est devenue la chose la plus précieuse pour Lucas Sullivan.

Nari the girl, whose punches every other guy of her age in her school had tasted. Park Ye Jun, the guy who excessively seemed interested in this tomboy who had entered his life first when she beat the pulp out of his friend. Nari hated Ye Jun but Park Ye Jun never missed a chance of showing his feelings to her. But then why suddenly he left the city and cut ties with everyone, even Nari. Why did he leave Nari alone when she wanted him finally? And what will happen when he finally comes back and Nari hates him again? Join them on the wistful, humourous, and sometimes unpredictable journey of them, The Page Where We Left... The total number of chapters (targeted): 150. Updates: Two chapters daily. The Privileged readers can get access to a sneak peek of further two to four chapters. It's a slow burn so buckle yourself up for A long journey!!!! Catch me on insta: _aislinn_jasper_ or talk to me on discord: Aislinn_Jasper #2125

Sohen is an ordinary guy who lives in a house where only women rule: caring mother Karin, gentle grandmother Runo and cute younger sister Phoebe. After a childhood tragedy, he was adopted and grew up in a warm, but a little too close family atmosphere. Now his life is only peace and stability, but one day he accidentally finds an unknown website, where important information about the activities of his new family is hidden, as well as the truth that over time will radically change not only his life, but also the people close to him...

Tom Foster has his life planned out, and he's systematically pursuing his goals. At twenty-two, he's been organist and choirmaster at The Episcopal Church of the Good Shepherd for three years, he's working on his doctoral thesis, and he's beginning a secondary career performing in concert. There is no room in his schedule for romance ... until Noah Webster, a gorgeous green-eyed blond, walks into the church one evening to audition for the choir.<br><br>What starts as an arrangement of convenience -- Tom's usual page turner is unavailable, and Noah agrees to do the job-soon turns into a fast friendship. Then Noah, who is saddled with an obnoxious roommate, rents the spare bedroom in Tom's house, and ultimately the two men become lovers and partners in life.<br><br>But before they can ride off into the sunset together, they must face one major obstacle: Noah's violent, homophobic Southern Baptist father.

Wang Ye was reborn back to 1982. As a graduate of Huqing University, he voluntarily took on the role of director at the Red Star Military Factory to carry out military-to-civilian reform. "We agreed on military-to-civilian conversion, so what's with this gas cylinder?" When Wang Ye's superiors saw the first product he developed for the Red Star Military Factory, they were stunned! And all of this was because Wang Ye was very clear. In that year, China's reform and opening up progressed in an orderly manner, making way for economic construction. Countless military projects were shelved, and it was said that selling tea eggs was more profitable than making rockets. In that year, Eagle Sauce and Bear Fur were engaged in fierce competition internationally with their lackeys, little did they know that a few years later, Bear Fur would collapse, China's pressure would reach its peak, and the need for weapons would be sorely felt! "Economic development is crucial, but military industry cannot be neglected! Since the country has no money, then we in the military industry will earn it ourselves!" From that day on, the Red Star Machinery Factory, undergoing military-to-civilian transformation, embarked on an unprecedented path of development. It merged military and civilian aspects, treating customers as gods in military matters, while maintaining military quality in civilian use. Finally, when more and more Red Star Machinery Factory products appeared internationally, Eagle Sauce and Bear Fur were utterly dumbfounded! "Internal threaded steel pipe? Flammable and explosive gas cylinder? Gyroscopic tricycle? Multi-tube fire-fighting rocket launcher? Pickup truck with rainmaking artillery? Tracked tractor? Cruise self-destructing drone?" "And you call these civilian products? Rabbit, you have no sense of honor!"

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Zafar Iqbal—cold, ruthless, and heartbreakingly handsome. A man whose heart turned to ice the day his wife walked out, leaving him alone with their newborn son. Now a powerful businessman and a devoted single dad to little Ezra, Zafar has no place in his life—or heart—for love. Enter Zoha. A gentle soul with a tragic past, she has known loss more than love. After her parents died in a car crash, she learned to survive alone. Soft-spoken, brave, and full of hidden strength, she joins Zafar’s company not knowing her life is about to change forever. But love doesn’t come easy. Especially when Zafar’s haunting past comes knocking—his ex-wife, who owns a rival company, wants him back. And she’ll do anything to ruin Zoha. What starts as a cold war of emotions slowly melts into something dangerous, possessive, passionate—and real. This is not just a love story. It’s a journey through hate, jealousy, healing, and the kind of love that only comes once in a lifetime.

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In a brutal, war-torn universe plagued by chaos, destruction, and death. Where survival is everything and power decides fate. There exists a small but elite group known as the Crusaders. Feared across the verse despite their size, they are warriors who have carved their name into history through sheer strength. Within their ranks, the weak die and the strong only last a little longer. This is the story of the Crusaders and their eternal crusade. Main Writer/Cover artist: WolfyGames7237 discord:@WolfyGames7237 Co-Writer/Cover designer: MysterioNinja Discord: @MysterioNinja Writer/Satoshi Character lines: RUSTDRAKE Discord: @randomdude23._81209 Aevum Character lines: FoxGaming Discord: @foxgaming109_05961 Krytheous Character lines: Jason_Todd_0800 Discord:@DragonMasterJason Twitch: dmjvt Youtube: It was sent to the shadow realm I guess Iori Character lines: Teirany Emotional support/Participation Award, maybe a character after 150 chapters: novacaincan Discord: @novacaincan Youtube: @DumpsterFireCommunity If you want to contact me about anything you can contact me at my email [email protected] my discord: WolfyGames7237 or on the Crusaders Instagram: CrusadersStory

For a thousand years, gods and devils clashed in endless war. The gods triumphed. The devils fell. But victory came at a cost. Three eternal beings the Creator, the Preserver, and the Destroyer stand above all worship. When the devils begged for one last chance, it was the Destroyer who answered. He gave them a book a book of games where battles were fought not with swords, but with fate itself. The gods sealed it away forever. All but one page. Torn from the book's heart, the page carries a power no god can control. Cursed to survive, a wretched devil carried it into the human world. Through that page, his soul lived on passing from conqueror to conqueror, from Alexander to Napoleon, bending history itself. Now the gods sense the truth: the game is not over. Their answer? Create their own chosen humans to play against the devil's soul. The world is the board. Humanity the pieces. And the first move... has already been made.