a pret a manger

The Pret Atma Story In a small, quiet village surrounded by thick forests and endless fields, there was an old mansion that everyone feared. People called it “Bhoot Bangla,” but its real name had long been forgotten. No one in the village went near it after sunset, and even during the day, children were warned never to play around it. The reason was simple—villagers believed that the house was cursed and that a Pret Atma (ghost spirit) lived inside it. The mansion stood at the edge of the village, half-broken and swallowed by wild plants. Its windows were cracked, its doors creaked even when there was no wind, and its walls carried a strange silence that made people uncomfortable. Long ago, it had belonged to a wealthy family, but one night, something terrible happened inside, and since then, no one dared to live there again. Many stories circulated in the village about what exactly happened. Some said there was a murder, others believed it was a family betrayal, and a few elders whispered that dark rituals were performed in the house. But everyone agreed on one thing—after that night, strange things began to happen. People reported hearing footsteps in empty rooms, soft crying sounds in the middle of the night, and shadows moving behind broken windows. Despite all these warnings, a young man named Arjun did not believe in ghosts. He was a city boy, practical and logical, who had come to the village to visit his ancestral land after many years. He laughed when villagers told him not to go near the mansion. “There is no such thing as ghosts,” he said confidently. “These are just old stories to scare children.” The villagers tried to stop him, but Arjun was stubborn. One evening, as the sun began to set and the sky turned orange and red, he decided to visit the mansion. He took a flashlight and walked alone towards the dreaded building. As he approached, the atmosphere began to change. The air felt colder, and the sounds of birds disappeared completely. Even the wind seemed to stop. The mansion loomed in front of him like a giant shadow swallowing the fading light. For a moment, Arjun felt a strange hesitation, but he shook it off and stepped inside. The front door was slightly open, creaking loudly as he pushed it. Inside, the air was heavy and smelled of dust and something else he could not identify. The flashlight beam cut through the darkness, revealing broken furniture, torn curtains, and spider webs hanging from the ceiling. Every step he took made the wooden floor groan as if the house itself was complaining. “Hello?” Arjun called out, trying to sound brave. His voice echoed strangely, as if it was not alone in the room. There was no answer. Only silence. He walked further inside, checking each room. Everything looked abandoned, yet strangely untouched, as if time had stopped here. In one room, he found a large mirror covered with a white cloth. Something about it made him uneasy. The cloth seemed too clean compared to the rest of the dusty house. Ignoring the feeling, he moved upstairs. The staircase was narrow and unstable. Halfway up, he heard something—a soft whisper. He stopped immediately and turned his flashlight around. Nothing was there. “Probably wind,” he muttered to himself. But then came the sound again. This time clearer. It sounded like someone calling his name. “Ar…jun…” He froze. His heartbeat increased. Slowly, he turned back, but the staircase behind him looked empty. Gathering courage, he continued upstairs. The whispering stopped. At the top floor, there were three rooms. The doors were slightly open, as if inviting him inside. He pushed the first door. The room was empty except for a broken bed. The second room had old paintings hanging crookedly on the wall. But it was the third room that caught his attention. The door was tightly closed. As he reached for the handle, the temperature suddenly dropped. His breath became visible in the air. His hand trembled slightly, but he opened the door. Inside th

Famous, Strong, Active, Smart, and Gorgeous—was blinded by the beauty of love. Savannah, the perfect angle of and ideal woman—a perfect angel that fails to protect her own identity. Everyone can love, but not everyone will love. Will Savannah find her true love? Will just continue her life without deep affection? let's find out! ___________________________ Language: Tagalog/English

In This World of secrets and mysteries where curses and cursed object can lead one to absolute ruin or an overpowered stride joing Xavion in his quest, with his fate unknown let's all watch his growth

Tasha-Motherfucking-Brown. That was the name. Never forget it. Lustful plump lips, dark brown eyes, and skin that was smoother than butter. Tall, curvy and an attitude ready to bite. Idris Romano-Creed. The second. Let it ease into your mind. Exotic grayish-brown eyes, thick voluptuous lips and the darkest shade of brown skin that shines. Tall, charismatic, with a Greek ancient god's body. One of them is a devil in disguise, and the other is a mysterious figure extremely cunning. When these two meet, the world will burn. Tasha thinks he's quite a sexy asshole. Idris knows her attitude needs fixing. So what's he gonna do about it?

"A tale of star-crossed lovers, where fate weaves a cruel tapestry of longing and despair. Against all odds, their love flourishes, only to be tested by betrayal and tragedy, leaving them to question if love alone can defy destiny."

Perjalanan kematian dan reinkarnasi Suatu hari ayah menggendongku. Wajahnya dipenuhi tawa kebahagiaan. Ia tidak melepaskanku, menciumi seluruh bagian wajahku. Hingga di usia remajaku, ayah masih menggendongku. Kali ini wajahnya nampak lain, begitu banyak kesedihan yang menamparnya. Ia terus melekatkan wajahku di dekat bibirnya yang terdiri dari lantunan doa mustajab. Ia bergegas lari masuk, berteriak ketakutan untuk meminta tolong. Semua suara dan keadaan terasa samar seketika, sebelum akhirnya aku tidak mampu menahan sakitku. Aku hanya mengingat seragam putih dan wajah ayahku terakhir kali.

The priest, a symbol of nobility and sanctity. As warriors fight bravely on the front against the enemy, the priest stands as their strongest support. Whether through effective healing or chanting battle hymns to empower the warriors, a team with high-level priests is always the most powerful. "Arise, my most loyal companion! When others have fallen before the enemy's might, only the priest remains standing. As long as we are here, there is hope for life!" The priest, the most noble and delicate profession. We are the warriors behind the scenes, the heroes in the shadows, the war machines that don't need guns. We are the noble arbiters of victory! But we are not just the ones who stand behind the warriors. Priests can also stand alone, slay dragons, and destroy everything with a snap of our fingers!

I have a dream of flying across the skies on a jet, looking at the setting sun. I longed to fly, like a free bird. But my dream was crushed before I ever had a chance to plan it. As those I cared about vanished. People I'd begun to care about died, leaving me unable to do anything. I have to be strong. Stronger than these monsters. In his right hand, he's wearing a mettalic bracelet. "With this system," Shin reasoned, "it's not impossible." Shin yelled, "I'll show you that a dream should not be hindered!" A massive crater formed. All monsters in the area have been annihilated. Meanwhile, in the distance, a faint shadow can be seen. "You always surprised me, Shin," it said silently. And continued saying, "I continue to pave the way for you in the shadow, my friend." (Note: The narrative is a LitRPG that takes place in the modern world.)

Melted down and Forged in the chaos of war, all that remains is a tool of destruction.

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.