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They called it justice. It was just maintenance. In The Span—a dome city where mercy is a contract and sin is a renewable resource—death-row convicts are reborn as Chain Dogs collared enforcers wired for obedience and leased to a system that feeds on its own crimes. Arden Reik, a condemned gang survivor, wakes from his own execution with a leash bolted to his spine and a second chance that already feels like another sentence. Assigned to Division Ø7, he joins a unit of broken legends—Darius Kell, the veteran whose mind houses something monstrous; Seraphine Vega, a thief who weaponizes beauty; Kai Drayven, a hacker who trusts algorithms more than people; and Lyra, an artificial ghost who dreams in human frequencies. Together, they hunt “malfunctions” in the city’s justice machinery—terrorists, rogue AIs, and cults worshipping the machine itself. But with every mission, Ø7 uncovers fragments of a darker truth: that The Span’s divine order runs on human consciousness, and that their own collars may be training something far greater—and far hungrier—than any god. As the city exhales its ghosts, Arden must decide what freedom means when rebellion itself is another product line. Cyberpunk noir meets theological horror—a story of five sinners trying to stay human in a world that recycles the soul.

— ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! El día apenas empezaba y ese grito ya resonó por todo el barrio. Y conociendo el historial de Harumi Osawa, acá van algunas opciones para lo que pudo haber pasado. Ninguna normal: — Soñó que la perseguían documentos y papeleo. (Sí. Papeles. Persiguiéndola. Ignoremos por completo el hecho de que ella TRABAJA en el área de Registro Civil.) — Vio un insecto. (No le tiene miedo a un tigre. Pero ya casi destruyó su propia casa por culpa de un bichito. Más de dos veces.) — O la despertaron de un almohadazo de uno de los chicos que agarró en el almacén un lunes cualquiera y trajo a casa junto con su hermana menor. Sin plan. Sin manual. Sin arrepentimiento. Esta es una historia caótica. NADA convencional. Donde la pregunta no es "¿qué va a salir mal?"— es "¿cómo siguen vivos?" ¡Bienvenidos a la caótica vida de Harumi! This is the Spanish version of my original novel. Original English version: https://www.webnovel.com/pt/book/34356713508005505 Both are written by me! S2!

I am practing my attention span through the continued practice of writing consciously rather than on autopilot about the imaginative world I immerse myself in without rushing myself to explain the details until I can maintain complete empathy throughout an entire meditative session. Each chapter is the length of an entire session, and each progress made in the story for each session will vary depending on how long it takes for me to immerse myself into the moments I write about. Sometimes, I may even repeat some events for the sake of entertaining myself, which that too will be rewritten to include the slight variations to the story, rather than going back and editing what was already written. Think of this as a progress tracker for my own personal use here on Webnovel, rather than a traditional story that’s well thought out.

n the desolate expanse of Xyloth-9, where the air hung heavy with the acrid scent of alien flora, a tremor resonated through the barren landscape. The ground cracked, revealing ancient fissures that whispered of eons-long slumber disturbed. Beneath the violet skies, a creature emerged from the depths of oblivion, his form small and unassuming against the cosmic backdrop. The creature's tentacled appendages unfurled as it rose from the fractured ground. Its ever-shifting exoskeleton emitted an otherworldly glow, reflecting the alien light of Xyloth-9. Its three eyes, orbs of cosmic malevolence, gleamed with an unholy awareness as it scoured its surroundings. With a deliberate and almost curious motion, the creature extended its tentacles, feeling the strange energies that permeated the desolation. The twisted flora that clung to the fractured ground seemed to recoil at its touch, as if disturbed by the malevolence that now walked among them. The creature moved through the desolate landscape, its tentacles brushing against the twisted foliage, and its exoskeleton pulsating with an ominous energy. It reached out to the fractured ground, feeling the ancient scars that marred the surface of Xyloth-9. The tremors beneath its appendages spoke of a planet that bore witness to untold upheaval. As the creature traversed the barren expanse, it encountered peculiar objects scattered across the desolation. Alien remnants of civilizations long forgotten

Agony Fury Hatred Sorrow That's what Kien was carrying for over eight years now. Within those years, she has nothing in her mind rather than to avenge the brutal death of her Mom. Since she was trained to fight, may be it combat or by weapon at a very young age, she took that as an advantage to have a revenge. She  enter to a powerful organization to have at least a permission to kill. And she never knew she has to follow those bastards to where they're hiding. And that's when she went to the place where she met her friends that she never thought will be her friends. She'd been a very cold person since her mother died. And befriending someone was out of her list. Everything was fine and as what it is, not until he met this green-eyed guy who changed her perspectives and sent havoc in her system. Everything was organized, planned, and smooth, but when this guy came along, her inhibitions was thrown in the window and she forgot about avenging her mom's death. As time flew, she was getting more terrified of what will happen if he founds out the real person behind the angelic face she bear. ACE SEAVEY All Rights Reserved 2020

do you want read 'sleep talking' kind of novel? you cann't find any good story or interesthing read in this. but you can find some word maybe will refresh your brain and strike a new interesting idea for your own novel.

As a black belt, Tyler helps his students face their fears, but he has yet to come to terms with his own bisexuality. When he finds a new sparring partner in Jaime, an openly gay man struggling to find his place in the dojo, Tyler is surprised at how right it feels to be intertwined with him.<br><br>Determined to put his partying days behind him, Jaime returns to martial arts training and swears off one-night stands. He is finally ready to look for something more when Tyler approaches him with a request - help Tyler explore his new found sexuality. Their physical relationship intensifies in secret. It isn’t long before their time together becomes about something more than just sex.<br><br>Despite their growing closeness, Tyler refuses to acknowledge their relationship in public. Now Jaime must choose between returning to his former lifestyle and falling in love with someone afraid to embrace him in front of their friends. Tyler doesn’t want to lose Jaime as a student, much less as a lover, but can he overcome his fears and accept his new identity?

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Nuestro protagonista se despierta en un nuevo cuerpo, en un cuarto oscuro sin saber donde esta y que esta pasando. inspirado en el mundo de "dungeon dragón" y "brujo del mundo de magos", un mundo cruel. Empieza con humor y misterio, voy tratar de mantener un poco de misterio y el humor bueno... no prometo mucho, se supone que va haber humor o intento de humor que es por el contexto de que el protagonista se adapta con su sentido común en un nuevo entorno. pueden comentar si creen que deba cambiar algo, tengo una idea de lo que voy escribiendo (trato que este en un español neutro avisen si debo cambiar algo pero si veo que algo pase o me equivoco, o una recomendación es bien venida. Ahh casi se me olvidó... estoy escribiendo en un celular... por ello, ahí algunos errores que se me pasan por alto y estoy familizandome con la app, una disculpa adelantada.

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!