paolo barnard

Fernando y Héctor tienen un tiempo viviendo como compañeros de piso, totalmente libres de…¡Paolo! Aunque en el pasado ocurrían cosas demasiado inusuales, como gente escalando el edificio departamental disfrazadas de flores, o carnavales bizarros dentro del elevador, y hasta visitas de la policía por supuestas llamadas de “auxilio”. ¡Era un maldito caos! Por eso mismo, Fernando y Héctor quieren cortar toda relación con su amigo Paolo (y también con el abuelo de Fernando, que es un cabrón.) Fernando: (Relatando en una voz tranquila.) Imagínate que estás en tu habitación, quizá estás viendo la televisión o leyendo en tu sofá favorito, cuando de repente volteas hacia la puerta del clóset y ves a una persona salir. En primer lugar…¿cómo carajos entró este cabrón ahí?, y…¿por qué está vestido como una especie de abeja o mariposa? ¡Otra vez tú! ¡Ah! ¡No puedo más! ¿No te quedó claro que Héctor y yo ya no queremos tenerte cerca? ¡Lo único que has hecho una y otra vez es arruinar nuestra vida! … (Su voz suena desilusionada.) Y lo peor del caso es que no estás escuchando. De nuevo estás balbuceando sobre estupideces. ¡Basta, Paolo! ¿No te das cuenta? Héctor y yo necesitamos hacer nuestra propia vida…¡sin ti! La vida de Fernando y Héctor tomará un nuevo rumbo, un nuevo camino desconocido y muchas aventuras están por comenzar, ¡y todas sin Paolo!

Si Paolo Cruz ay isang hindi normal na tao. Marami syang kakayahan . Sundan ang pakikipagsapalaran ng ating bida na si Paolo Cruz.

Zalan has no idea how many lives he has lived in between his first death and now. He lost his memory each time he dies only to be reincarnated over and over again until his soul shatters and dissipates into nothing. But with a stroke of luck, the malfunction of the machine landed Zalan in the special futuristic high-tech city on planet ‘Ianis’. In this life, he wakes up like usual with no recollection, but on a planet completely different to his previous ones. To make matters worst, the sworn enemies of mankind are now treating him as a valuable comrade. What was going on?

Alric is a born noble to a family known for their unique dual element magic. he is thrown into a life of magic and darkness, follow his growth as he tries to overcome his own limits and cope in a world where he must always overcome those stronger than himself or be consumed by the politics of a kingdom that wishes him dead.

The Hatching, a phenomenon that happened during the age of conquest. The phenomenon that granted powerful and illogical abilities to those that experience it regardless of species. With the new abilities, the death toll skyrocketed. Species were wiped from existence and in order to prevent total annihilation, peace was a must. The Universal Alliance of Species was formed and a new era was ushered in. The age of conquest ending. The age of conquest ended centuries ago. The age of heroes is approaching its peak. The Universal Alliance of Species that ended the age of conquest is fading to memory. The three major divisions are at a fragile equilibrium of peace. The war of heroes is lurking, sure as death. Awaiting a simple trigger to bring forth calamity. Rowin, a young man born in the midst of this uncertain period, experiences the Hatching. His new ability drops him into the turbulent world of ability users. Each step filled with danger, each action a possible trigger to war. Will he navigate the flames of war, unburnt? Will he find light in the deep fog of battle? He must! It's not an option! It's the road he will forge! His own path of chaos!

The sky was fractured apart and torn clouds glowing with darkness squeezed out through the gap. Massive floating landmasses drift aimlessly that were split from the main plateau. Rivers of crimson colour leak from the sky and fall upward, vanishing into nothingness as swallowed by the approaching chaos. Divine weapons consisting of spears, swords, halberds were embedded everywhere, humming faintly with residual authority struck to corpses scattered all over the place among which a man stared at destruction with a blank expression. “ARGHHHH! "This wasn’t in the script, god damn it!” she roared, clutching her hair hard enough it looked like she might tear it out. “Script?” the man echoed, confused. “What script?” “The script of the novel I read before dying." “….” A row of invisible question marks practically floated over the man’s face as he stared at the woman’s ragged, half-manic figure. “Wait,” he said slowly, realization dawning. “You mean this… this is part of a novel?” “Exactly.” He swallowed and pointed hesitantly.“Then that guy who is lying over there with a sword in his ass." "Is he also one of you...A reader?” The woman turned her head. Not far away, a man lay upside down, body twitching and twerking shadily, the sword lodged at an angle no sane anatomy should allow. “Oh, him?” she said casually. “He is the developer of the game." “…Developer?Didn't you say that is a novel world?” Before he could process that, another shrill scream ripped through the air. Both of them turned sharply. A man was pinned to the ground several meters away, a spear driven clean through his right eye and buried deep into the earth beneath him. His body twitched once as tried grab the spear. "Comrade,can you help The man beside her sighed.“Let me guess...he is a player ?” “Nah,” she replied. “Hacker.” “Hacker…” He ran a hand down his face. “Damn it. How many more people are there with golden fingers?” “I remember a regressor,” she muttered. “As for the other one… I don’t remember.” Her gaze shifted. The purple-haired man stood a short distance away, completely unharmed and clothes unscathed. His expression was quite relaxed as if this entire scene had nothing to do with him. “Leave that aside,” she said, eyes narrowing. “Let’s talk about you.” The man beside her nodded vigorously. “Yeah. How the hell can you toy with them so easily while we’re beaten to shit?” He stared at the purple-haired man. “What’s your golden finger?” The purple-haired man froze. Then— He burst out laughing. “Golden finger?” He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. “Pfftt…” He laughed harder, shoulders shaking. “Golden finger, you say?” He shook his head. “Sorry to disappoint you.” He looked at them, grin widening. “Unlike you all, what I received wasn’t any golden finger.” He paused a bit and then mumbled. “…It was a big, shiny golden middle finger but it's okay." "I broke it off drilled into the person responsible for all this." An absolute, soul-crushing silence followed. Then— “WHAAT THE HEEELLLLL DID YOU JUST SAY?!” And she wasn't alone who screamed.

Perjalanan waktu yang tidak disengaja mengubah kehidupan seorang remaja menjadi sesuatu yang amat mengerikan.

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?"

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"