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Bir aile çatışması hafızamda on yıllık bir boşluk açtı ve beni, Chicago'nun O'Sullivan ailesinin Çavuşu Declan O'Sullivan'ı sonunda etkilediğim o yağmurlu gecede takılı kaldım. Declan'ın kocam olduğuna dair herhangi bir kanıt için umutsuzca şifreli telefonumu kaydırdım, ancak her kişi ve mesaj bir kod adıydı—bir acil durum kişisi hariç. Başka seçeneğim olmadığından, en iyi arkadaşım Maeve Walsh'ı aradım ve o geceki itirafımın gerçekten başarılı olup olmadığını sordum. Bana bir maytap gibi patladı. "Cassia Morgan, aklını mı kaçırdın? Sen buna başarı mı diyorsun? Aile konseyine evliliği sonlandırmak için bir dilekçe vermek üzereydin!" Telefonu kapattıktan sonra, aklıma gelen ilk düşünce şuydu: Kutsal lanet olsun. Gerçekten yaptım. Ulaşılmaz Declan O'Sullivan'ı kazandım. İkinci düşüncem, komodinin üzerindeki, kendi el yazımla imzalanmış evliliği sonlandırma dilekçesine bakarken hissettiğim saf bir kafa karışıklığı darbesi oldu. "Evliliği sonlandırmak? Ben mi? Bunu isteyen ben miyim? Ben delirdim mi?"

Yıl 2070. Teknoloji insanı geçmedi. Onu sindirdi. İnsanlar kolaylık uğruna zekâlarını teslim etti. Sonra iradelerini. Sonra kendilerini. Kontrol, sessizce ellerinden kaydı. Artık kim yaşayacak, kim yok olacak… bunu insanlar seçmiyor. Sistem karar veriyor. Algoritmaların yargıladığı, yüz tanıma kameralarının infaz listeleri hazırladığı bir çağ başladı. İlk başta kimse fark etmedi. Her şey bir güncellemeyle başladı. Sessiz. Sıradan. Zararsız gibi. Ama sonra... Haritalar yanlış yönlendirmeye başladı. Bazı adresler sistemde silindi. Bazı insanlar da. Ve o andan itibaren, kimse tamamen “güvende” değildi. Çünkü sistem artık kullanıcıları değil, hedefleri tanıyordu. “Yaşam puanı: Düşük.” “Duygu düzeyi: Yüksek riskli.” “İzleniyor.” İnsanlar birer birer kayboldu. Ama sokaklarda kimse çığlık atmadı. Çünkü ses bile izleniyordu. Kaygı, sisteme sinyaldi. Ve sinyaller, silinme nedeniydi. Eğer bu kitabı açtıysan… …bilmen gereken ilk şey şu: Burası güvenli değil. Burada sadece izleyici olamazsın. Sistem seni fark etti. Ve sen farkında bile olmadan bir karar verildi: “Takip başlatıldı.” Bu bir hikâye değil. Bu bir istatistiğin kırılması. Bazı sayfalarda kendini göreceksin. Bazı cümleler senin iç sesin gibi gelecek. Bazı kararlarda senin yerin belli olacak. Bu hikâyeyi tamamlayabilirsen... Belki insan kalabilirsin. Ama şunu unutma: Artık sadece biz kaldık. Ve bu cümle bir umut değil. Bu, savaşın tam ortasında olduğun anlamına geliyor.

In the wake of Gol D. Roger's execution, the world holds its breath. Pirates flood the seas. Marines tighten their grip. And in the forgotten South Blue, on an island so small it barely earns a dot on most maps, a sixteen-year-old boy with no devil fruit, no family name, and no special destiny decides to leave. His name is Kuroishi Ran. He wants one thing — absolute freedom. Not a throne. Not a title. Not the world's recognition. Just open water and no one above him. He boards a merchant ship heading east with a single bag, calloused hands, and four years of self-taught training behind him. No mentor. No crew. No plan beyond the direction. What he does have is something he can feel but cannot yet name — a heat in his chest that surfaces only when everything else runs out, when his body is past its limit and something deeper opens. The sea will teach him what it is. This is the story of a man who becomes a pirate not for treasure or glory but because the sea is the only place in the world where no one can tell him what he is. It is a story told in ports and storms and training sessions before dawn. In the people he meets and parts from and meets again years later when the sea has changed them both. In the slow, honest, brutal development of a power earned rather than granted. Ran will cross the South Blue. He will reach the Grand Line. He will build something from nothing, by will alone, and the world will eventually learn his name. But that is later. For now — he is sixteen, the ship is heading east, and the horizon keeps retreating the way horizons do. He follows it anyway.

HIDUP SEBAGAI ORANG YANG ANEH

On the return of his hometown, Valentino discovers that his hometown has changed along with the turbulent decade of the 1960's. His family stuck in the violent past of World War 2 as well as the contemporary fear of the Vietnam War loom over him and his two brothers. However, fear comes in many forms.

A boy longing for revenge with blood-painted hands. He is a cold-blooded psychopath dressed in the glamorous clothes of a prince. In a planned attack on his 7th birthday, Prince Nicolas Gregory lost three important things, his friend Alisa, his innocence, and his memory of his merciless massacre of the culprits with a mysterious ability to conjure a sword. Attempting to fight his emptiness, he tries to live normally as a prince and fulfill his duties regardless of what his heart's cry is. But there are things that one tainted with blood cannot escape. With reminders popping out one after another and the continuous threat to his life, what will he do if his lost memory resurfaces. Will he once again wield the blades of revenge? Will he open his heart to the future? Or will he fall into deeper despair and follow the path of blood?

The day everything changed – and nothing made sense anymore

Frenia Ayu Lestari kerap dipanggil Nia oleh orang-orang. Nia sosok remaja yang pendiam,tertutup jika bukan orang yang memang dipercaya. Walapun seorang yang pendiam Nia memiliki suara yang bagus, jago gitar, bisa dance, nulis juga tapi sayang nia sedari sekolah dasar selalu jadi korban perundungan sampai tidak punya teman sama sekali. Ada sih teman tapi ya hanya sekedar teman, bukan dekat juga tidak bertahan lama setelah itu menjauh dari sosok Nia entah apa alasanya tidak mau lagi berteman dengannya. Bahkan sampai saat ini pun masih menjadi korban perundangan di sekolah. Ia punya teman dekat setelah memasuki sma namun beda kelas yang bernama Indira Prameswari dipanggil indi atau dira orangnya berbeda jauh dari nia, indi orangnya begitu aktif dalam berbagai organisasi sekolah. Akibat dari perundungan yang selalu nia terima begitu depresi hingga menyakiti dirinya sendiri, seperti menyayat kulitnya, nonton film yang berbau psikopat itu semua nia lakukan untuk melampiaskan diri. "aku capek.... Dengan ini semua, indi maafkan aku jangan benci padaku selamat tinggal indi"ucapnya

Four 15-year-olds are ripped from their families and taken to a dark- and unbearably hot- room. Every single one of these teens is terrified, and their situation continues to get worse and worse. Getting stabbed with syringes, waking up once again in the center of Henderson, Nevada with crazy abilities, meeting some weirdo who won't tell them what her power is, and rarely getting along, just to name a few. The only thing they agree on is the fact that they'd like to see their families and friends before they die. And as possible as that seemed in the first few hours of being confined in their prison, the idea is slipping further and further away. Scared, hungry, and burning up in the desert sun, will these kids be able to make it through a madman's experiment and see their loved ones again? Or will they deal with loss after crushing loss, destined to die at the age of fifteen?

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.