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A young orphan boy named Quill driven by the will to live had that dream cut off when he was beaten mercilessly to death, but time and the future had a separate plan for him. In the future the Zoe's were going extinct and they need to gamble their future with a deal with time who brought their heir back in time to a time period that Zoe's don't exist and his soul got merged with Quill's. And he got introduced to the other half of reality a hidden truth that is not exposed, the world of the enlightened. Humans empowered by the enlightened energy of which the source remained unknown but they enjoyed the benefits. The energy had granted them super human abilities and things was going smoothly except for the battles against soul reapers but the balanced was toppled with Quill's introduction to the enlightened world as he was tagged a being that's not meant to exist and to what extent will his presence affect the whole system.

Sometimes you need to choose between playing it safe or taking a risk.

She fell into the pages of a book with her own name on the cover — and woke up eleven years old, in a world that felt like fiction but ached like memory. Zoe doesn't remember much. Not the accident, not the years she lost, and certainly not the boy next door who looks at her like she's the only real thing in the room. She tells herself it's just a story — a strange, vivid other world she'll wake up from eventually. But the deeper she falls into this "novel," the more she starts to wonder: why does his poetry make her cry? Why does her body remember dances she's never learned? And why does love, when it finally comes, feel less like falling — and more like remembering? Some stories aren't meant to be read. They're meant to be found again.

When two lost souls are destined to be together, fate always finds a way to connect them no matter what. How about when they weren't even meant to cross path at all, what happens when destiny fails to bring them apart? This teenfic drama foretells the ill-fated experience of St Rudford's highschool sweetheart, Zoe Marie. Zoe, a young sophisticated girl manages to place her life back in position after series of misfortunes had almost claimed her sanity. She decides to hit the factory reset button in her life and bury the dark secrets about her past for good. And things started looking promising for a short while, till an old friend walked back into her life-an old friend who should have never found her way back to Zoe's life. Pieces of Zoe's life begins to fall out of place, and it wasn't too long before she realizes that, she would be needing the devil's reasoning and tactics to save herself.

Zoe Miller, a tired, overworked nurse, just jilted at the alter is ready to take an indefinite break from love until a special delivery changes her life. Zoe receives a strange deck of cards in the mail, and this is where is her adventure begins... Just like that, Zoe Miller finds herself trading in her scrubs, with an unlikely crew searching for answers to explain the unexplainable. Book One in the Adventures of Zoe Miller and the Paranormal Detective Agency Series is a thrilling, non-stop ride into world of the occult, destiny, death, and of course, rebirth.

For certain people, chaos needn't be a curse. For certain people, chaos oughta' be present and as common as a coffee, to necessitate one's mental stability. Meet Cooper. Cooper is an intelligent yet quirky individual who has the tendency of unintentionally getting involved with things, people and places that, conventionally could be considered detrimental. A comical and dark exploration into the life and mind of Cooper, who on the surface appears to be at least a successful connoisseur of chaos. Meanwhile, he's forced to keep up appearances whilst battling alcohol, drugs, relationships and prospective death on a bi-weekly basis. Support the completion of this book by purchasing an official copy here: lovelustcocaine.com => all purchased copies include exclusive bonus content, and are personally signed. Tagline: Imagine Trainspotting meeting Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas being chaperoned by a duo of Naked Lunch and Junky. Outline: Love, Lust and a Little Bit of Cocaine revolves around the life of Cooper - a functional alcoholic and drug addict. The story is divided into three parts encompassing separate time periods. Each chapter describes an experience based on true events which progressively propels Cooper further into the life of drugs, sex and chaos, whilst simultaneously forcing him to do his best to err on the side of caution as his life becomes entangled with the fallout of his opportunistic misbehaviour. Themes: #love #sex #travel #truestory #chaos #drugs #psychology #relationships #friendship #violence #skateboarding #death #mystery #comedy #observation #medicine #business #technology #crime #punishment #joy #family #podcast Contribute to the writing by purchasing a copy on http://lovelustcocaine.com and follow story developments on the lovelustcocaine podcast!

There are lives that unfold like open books— clear, visible, easily understood. And then, there are lives that are written in silence. Not because they lack stories, but because their truths were never meant to be read. In the quiet, frost-laced morning of a world still half-asleep, within the pale walls of a hospital that has witnessed more endings than beginnings, walks Aaggarttha Debberma— a woman shaped not by softness, but by restraint. She does not tremble before pain. She does not falter before grief. For she has learned, far too early, that the heart—if left unguarded—becomes a fragile thing. And so, she carries herself like winter itself— calm, distant, untouchable. Yet even winter, at times, must yield. For within a room long forgotten by time, where the air itself seems to have grown weary of waiting, lies a woman who has not truly lived for twenty years. Her breath, a fragile thread. Her silence, heavier than any spoken sorrow. And on a day that should have been no different from the last— something stirs. Not loudly. Not violently. But enough. A flicker in stillness. A tremor in the unseen. A moment that passes as quickly as it arrives— and yet refuses to be forgotten. What is a moment, after all? A mere passing of time? Or the beginning of something that time itself cannot contain? For Aaggarttha, it is nothing— and yet, it is everything. Beyond the quiet sanctity of healing hands and measured breaths, there exists another world— one not built on care, but on control. A world where power does not shout, but settles—firm, unyielding—like a throne no one dares to question. At its helm stands Indrajeet Shrivastava— a man whose name travels farther than his presence ever needs to. He has not merely built an empire. He has become one. Through years carved with discipline and decisions weighed in silence, he has woven a legacy so vast, that it touches lives he may never see, and alters fates he may never know. And within this legacy, bound not by chains but by blood, is Dakshinayan Shrivastava— a man who walks not in freedom, but in expectation. He is composed, as all strong men are taught to be. Measured, as all heirs are required to remain. Yet beneath that stillness— there lingers a question he has never quite answered. A longing he has never quite named. And though his world and Aaggarttha’s seem oceans apart— separated by purpose, by circumstance, by design— fate, it seems, is seldom concerned with such distances. For what is distance, when time itself conspires otherwise? Their paths do not collide in fire. There is no grand moment of recognition, no sudden unraveling of truths. Instead— there is quiet. A glance that lingers a heartbeat too long. A presence that feels… strangely familiar. A silence that speaks, though neither dares to listen. And slowly, like ink seeping through untouched parchment, their lives begin to overlap. But beneath these gentle crossings lies something far more ancient. Something untouched by reason. Something unclaimed by time. There are truths, you see, that are not buried to be forgotten— but to be protected. From whom? From the world? Or from those who might one day uncover them? Time is often mistaken for a healer. But time does not heal. It merely… waits. It waits for fractures to deepen. For silence to weaken. For the past to find its way back into the present— not as memory, but as consequence. And when it does— it does not ask permission. It takes. As Aaggarttha finds herself drawn toward questions she cannot explain… as Dakshinayan stands at the edge of something he cannot yet see… as the boundaries between what is known and what is felt begin to dissolve— a truth emerges, not in clarity, but in weight. This was never chance. It was always meant to be. A convergence—not of paths, but of destinies long deferred. A meeting—not of strangers, but of stories left unfinished. And at the heart of it all— lies a stillness so profound, it threatens to break.

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?"

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!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.