lowongan penerbitan

This is a story of a girl who was adopted by an average family.Though having to face first day of school drama,she later finds love in an unusual setting after moving to a new city, unaware of her secret potentials. Romance can start anywhere,and love from anybody. Read on

THE BAD LOOK OF US also THE GOOD LOOK OF US

Charles is young for the determination he has. Along with all of his family dead, and the world not giving him nothing special, he wants to be what he can’t. Has the world forsaken him? He has no potential. Will the occupation meant for him never be pursued? Will he ever get what he wants? -Don't forget to write some comments ;) P.S. Don’t tell me what I do wrong for the sake of my sanity. Tell me how to fix it. P.S.S I don’t write a lot

When 11-year-old Jamie Weaver’s sister vanishes, no one in the sleepy town of Bramble Hollow remembers she ever existed—except him. One night, drawn by a voice only he can hear, Jamie enters an abandoned tunnel beneath the town and emerges into a twisted mirror version of Bramble Hollow, where grotesque creatures roam, time fractures, and guilt becomes deadly. Jamie must survive this nightmare realm and uncover its sickening truths if he hopes to rescue his sister—and himself.

In the cold winter of the Joseon dynasty, a lonely royal concubine, Lady Eun, stumbles upon a fragile flower blooming in the snow—a rare "frozen plum." The flower symbolizes her constrained life within the palace walls. Lady Eun falls in love with Seong Jun, a lowly but brilliant scholar, who is also the palace librarian. Their bond begins as a secret exchange of poetry and shared love for nature but soon grows into a forbidden romance.

The world will be a sad, sad place without a bit of humor in it, a dreary place without a bit of thriller and action. And even worse than this, absolutely unexciting without gods to tease, demons to taunt and monsters to tame. From a long line of strange, from a clan unwilling to conform with the generic rules of the world, sprouts a seedling of beautiful chaos with a knack for pranks, taunts and bone to never let go of a grudge. To all lay a path, to a fated destiny, and of all the myriad paths to choose from, he chose to become the Lord of Jesters, to bring about a happy ruin, to put a smile on the faces of those he holds dear and the opposite on the face of those who dare go against him. The world is not ready for him, yet they must deal with him best they can, beware the path of the CLOWN.

Ivy was just an average schoolgirl until, at the blink of an eye, she met him and he revealed to her a dark and mysterious world full of secrets waiting to be uncovered. Despair sets in as the darkness of her reality slowly creeps up from the shadows. Was everything that she had been taught a lie?

The young assasian finds a huge power to save the world from his master

Demon King Alixuron Scalius is the ruling monarch over the Empire of Scornsije. He was cursed when he was but a child by the Hags of Conventrellis, a witch demon kingdom, to never be able to bear a son. However, this curse was placed upon him from his grandfather’s arrogance. His grandfather, King Lemorphin Scalius, was enraged by this but being upon his deathbed was unable to retaliate. King Sezura Scalius had died shortly after King Alixuron’s birth. All of this is to say that King Alixuron cared not about the curse as his daughters are strong, wise, and very capable dragon demons that shouldn’t be discounted. Though none share a mother, they all still held an unusually close bond with one another due to him treating them all equally as his children. However, the young females have become too relaxed in their lives, one could dare say even bored! What’s a father to do besides sending them off to govern individual holds within the kingdom? Exert: “Introduce yourselves to Prince Verocul Howlsend of the Kingdom of Thropanio.” King Alixuron nonchalantly orders his daughters. The werepanther prince looks each princess over with intrigue, lust and appraisal. The King keeps a small smile to himself, holding back a chuckle. “I’m the second eldest daughter, Princess Natalion Scalius.” The proudful demoness offers a slight smile as she eyes the prince and his procession after stepping forward. She places a hand on her hip with an arched brow as she does so. “I’m Katilis Scalius, it’s ever so nice to meet you!” The ever cheerful daughter came forth, her eyes gleaming with interest as she eyes the group with a playful expression. She holds a rather cute poppet that felt like it stared into one’s soul. “I’m Brightana Scalius, I hope you find your time here pleasant.” The next in age steps forth with a slight curtsy before she nonchalantly pulls out her journal once more and starts to write in it once more. She held the air of indifference as she spoke. “Oh! I’m Gripillia Scalius, please do feel free to share any stories with me.” The next daughter states with a blossoming smile after being prodded to attention by her sisters. She clasps her hands in front of her as her eyes sparkle with anticipation. “I’m Veriona Scalius, I’m glad to see the tales of how handsome the demons of Thropanio are is proven to be more than just tales.” The final daughter in line steps forth with sensuality running through her very movements, offering a wink and smirk as she brazenly looks the group over. The doors open, drawing the attention of the room to a smaller, daintier female surrounded by guards and attendants, her being helped to walk on both sides as she comes over. “Ah, this is my eldest daughter.” King Alixuron announces before turning to address her as she reaches the line. “I’m glad to see you’re feeling well enough to join us today my dear.” “Thank you father.” She replies, leaning against her sister Katilis before turning to the prince. “I am the eldest daughter to King Alixuron Scalius, Princess Doniverea Scalius. I apologize for my late arrival, but do hope we can be friends.” She looks at the prince with the calmest energy one can imagine, serenity coming off of her in waves. “It’s my pleasure to make the acquaintances of ones so famous and beloved as your majesties. I look forward to us strengthening relations of our empires!” Prince Verocul Howlsend offers a bow, followed by others of his party while all of both sides have smirks on their faces.

What happens when a boy challenges-no insult the author of his own world. Why should he risk it all for his own selfish desires. Even death may not be the only punishment awaiting.