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It was a long time ago, but she knew she had this ridiculous name that when she was young, made everyone laugh. Recalling it vaguely, it had been years since it popped at the back of her mind— now all she could remember was how the Astor name causes her stress every once in a while. She was now Ingrid Astor, a bona fide noble in the land of the rising sun— or was it (uh, maybe it's the name of a country in her previous life?) –she couldn't remember anymore. It was a blurry and a cloudy mess inside her mind. There is only one thing she is sure though, she is inside an otome game she played a long time ago. • Ingrid Astor, a member of a prestigious family, a true noble woman, found herself in a weird situation. She was now a villian inside an otome game she played when she was a teenager, "Rise of Greed". There were a few routes which she would find herself into and none of them were good— it was composed of dying easily and dying tragically. Instead of dwelling with the problem, she nonchalantly threw it at the back of her mind. Easy peasy. Dealing with brats? She could do that. • Hello this is already dropped since I've written this a few years ago. I'm planning to rewrite this after I've finished my other novel — All I Need is Power.

Astor pasa sus días sumido en la tristeza y la autocompasión. Salta del aburrimiento a la furia en un abrir y cerrar de ojos; después vuelven los fantasmas de siempre a echar sal en sus heridas. El ciclo nunca termina y él sólo quisiera morirse. Algunos dicen que ya está muerto, que lo que se ve del herrero no es más que un espejismo. Otros aseguran que está muerto en vida , que odia al mundo desde el día en que perdió a su compañera. Pero su pasado va a alcanzarlo para romper ese letargo. Astor tiene cuentas pendientes con los cazavampiros del clan Stoker, y una burla del destino podría obligarlo a saldarlas de una vez por todas. ¿Podrá Berenice de Alcántar, la mejor cazadora de Tenébrya, honrar su juramento?

For twelve years, I was Reid Blackwood's secret. His business partner, his lover, the architect of his empire. And while I was pregnant with our child, he cheated. So I vanished. Five years later, we met again at a charity gala. Reid’s gaze swept over my out-of-season gown. Then, with a smirk, he announced his engagement to the wealthy heiress Lori Lancaster. He followed this by suggesting, as if tossing a stray dog a bone, that I could come back as his mistress. I scoffed. Just then, my phone rang. My daughter, Kira, her voice syrupy-sweet, was calling for her bedtime story. "Mommy," she pleaded. Reid’s expression shifted instantly. A familiar, possessive fire lit his eyes. He was certain this was our child—proof that I still loved him. I met his gaze for a long moment. Then I threw the contents of my wine glass across his handsome, shameless face. He didn’t know the child I’d lost had died because of his betrayal. And he had no idea that Kira was the treasured daughter of my new husband: the most powerful man in New York, Julian Astor.

In the wake of Gol D. Roger's execution, the world holds its breath. Pirates flood the seas. Marines tighten their grip. And in the forgotten South Blue, on an island so small it barely earns a dot on most maps, a sixteen-year-old boy with no devil fruit, no family name, and no special destiny decides to leave. His name is Kuroishi Ran. He wants one thing — absolute freedom. Not a throne. Not a title. Not the world's recognition. Just open water and no one above him. He boards a merchant ship heading east with a single bag, calloused hands, and four years of self-taught training behind him. No mentor. No crew. No plan beyond the direction. What he does have is something he can feel but cannot yet name — a heat in his chest that surfaces only when everything else runs out, when his body is past its limit and something deeper opens. The sea will teach him what it is. This is the story of a man who becomes a pirate not for treasure or glory but because the sea is the only place in the world where no one can tell him what he is. It is a story told in ports and storms and training sessions before dawn. In the people he meets and parts from and meets again years later when the sea has changed them both. In the slow, honest, brutal development of a power earned rather than granted. Ran will cross the South Blue. He will reach the Grand Line. He will build something from nothing, by will alone, and the world will eventually learn his name. But that is later. For now — he is sixteen, the ship is heading east, and the horizon keeps retreating the way horizons do. He follows it anyway.

HIDUP SEBAGAI ORANG YANG ANEH

On the return of his hometown, Valentino discovers that his hometown has changed along with the turbulent decade of the 1960's. His family stuck in the violent past of World War 2 as well as the contemporary fear of the Vietnam War loom over him and his two brothers. However, fear comes in many forms.

The day everything changed – and nothing made sense anymore

Frenia Ayu Lestari kerap dipanggil Nia oleh orang-orang. Nia sosok remaja yang pendiam,tertutup jika bukan orang yang memang dipercaya. Walapun seorang yang pendiam Nia memiliki suara yang bagus, jago gitar, bisa dance, nulis juga tapi sayang nia sedari sekolah dasar selalu jadi korban perundungan sampai tidak punya teman sama sekali. Ada sih teman tapi ya hanya sekedar teman, bukan dekat juga tidak bertahan lama setelah itu menjauh dari sosok Nia entah apa alasanya tidak mau lagi berteman dengannya. Bahkan sampai saat ini pun masih menjadi korban perundangan di sekolah. Ia punya teman dekat setelah memasuki sma namun beda kelas yang bernama Indira Prameswari dipanggil indi atau dira orangnya berbeda jauh dari nia, indi orangnya begitu aktif dalam berbagai organisasi sekolah. Akibat dari perundungan yang selalu nia terima begitu depresi hingga menyakiti dirinya sendiri, seperti menyayat kulitnya, nonton film yang berbau psikopat itu semua nia lakukan untuk melampiaskan diri. "aku capek.... Dengan ini semua, indi maafkan aku jangan benci padaku selamat tinggal indi"ucapnya

[Hidebound Older Man VS Two-Faced Heiress: Daddy-Type + Seductress + An Old House on Fire] Everyone in Aethelgard says, a man should marry a woman from the West Family. The eldest daughter of the West Family is gentle and virtuous, a sought-after prize in high society. On the eve of her engagement. Her fiancé cheated on her. Willow West, having played the good girl for so long, decides she's done pretending. Fueled by alcohol, she finds a handsome man. Just one wall away from the scumbag ex and his mistress. The next day, she wakes up to her world collapsing. She had slept with the circle's famous 'older man'—Aiden Pierce, her dear uncle's best friend. Her impression of Aiden Pierce wasn't very good. Years ago, when she was having her first romance, she had tried to sneak a kiss with her young boyfriend, only for Aiden Pierce to report her to her uncle before their lips could even meet. The Aiden Pierce of today is even more dull—celibate and restrained, with everyone from his secretary to his assistant being male, and zero romantic scandals to his name. He's nothing short of a hidebound traditionalist! Willow West wants to escape. Aiden Pierce's well-defined hand grips her chin. "Miss West, a man's virtue is still virtue. You must take responsibility for me." * Aiden Pierce, who had practiced self-restraint for thirty years, was captured by Willow West—a woman gentle and demure in public, yet passionate and daring in private. Everyone thought Willow West was a good girl. Only Aiden Pierce knew that behind closed doors, the young woman not only smoked and drank but was also a cool, badass biker. * The assistant has recently noticed a change in the workaholic President Pierce. Not only is he hitting the gym three times a week, but his style has also shifted from uniform high-end suits to a different streetwear brand for every day of the week. His once stern and unsmiling face now frequently breaks into a smile. Even his eternally unchanged screensaver has been replaced. It's now a picture of a sexy, wavy-haired beauty in a black biker suit, holding a cigarette and sitting on a motorcycle!

On the most popular interstellar forum, there is a hot topic: What is the most unbelievable thing that has happened around you? Chun Mian: Thanks for the invite. I was sitting at home, and a door fell from the sky. Life is like a tightly closed door, before opening it, you never know, what you will face: a living person or a forty-meter-long blade! (Quick Transmigration, No CP)