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Matt n’a jamais connu l’amour. Abandonné, solitaire, invisible aux yeux du monde, il meurt à trente ans sans laisser personne derrière lui. Mais la mort n’est pas la fin. Il renaît dans un monde de démons, un monde brutal où la valeur d’un être se mesure à sa puissance et où les faibles n’ont pas leur place. Sa réincarnation est une anomalie : Matt conserve les souvenirs de sa vie passée, et une âme humaine dans un monde qui méprise l’humanité. Pour survivre, il devra apprendre à se battre, à comprendre les règles de ce nouveau monde et à maîtriser l’Astrea, une énergie aussi puissante que dangereuse. Mais à mesure qu’il devient plus fort, Matt comprend une vérité terrifiante dans ce monde, pour survivre, il faut parfois devenir ce que l’on déteste. Et une question commence à le hanter Peut-on rester humain… quand on devient un démon

Il y a huit ans, le ciel a saigné rouge. Il n'avait jamais changé.Pourtant Une seule erreur a suffi à briser le Royaume de Sikasso. Aujourd'hui, la terre n'est plus qu'un cimetière d'esprits corrompus et de ruines. Awa Bamba était autrefois une princesse. Désormais, elle n'est plus qu'une survivante armée d'une lance et d'un secret : la catastrophe est de sa faute. Pour briser la Malédiction Rouge, elle doit s'enfoncer au cœur de la corruption qu'elle a elle-même créée. Mais dans un monde où survivre coûte ton humanité, réparer le passé pourrait bien lui coûter son âme.

I could hear the din from the bar as I exited my SUV and I was still almost a block away. What a shame! I knew from long experience that would change as soon as my foot crossed the threshold. I tend to have that effect on people. I’m six feet six inches tall and I weigh an even 250 pounds—all of it broad shouldered muscle. My Body Mass Index at my last physical was less than four percent. My light brown hair is styled exactly the way it’s been for the past fifteen years—ever since I first joined the Navy. Sure enough, no sooner had I taken my first step into the bar than the noise died. When I turned left and stepped up to the bar the people there couldn’t back away fast enough. I took a stool in the middle of the empty space and sat down, waiting for the bartender to approach. “I’m not looking for any trouble.” “Good…neither am I. Give me a ginger ale.” He reached under the bar for a glass and some ice. Twenty seconds later he slid the glass in my direction. I pulled a fiver from my pocket and dropped it on the bar. He ignored it and walked away to draw a few beers and pour some wine. It looked to me like this was a pretty cheap crowd. Checking up and down the bar all I could see were longnecks and drafts. I reached into the lower left pocket of my cargo pants. Like almost everything else I was wearing they were a true deep navy blue. My heavy shoes were black as was my wide belt. My belt said as much about me as the bold white lettering across my chest. Just below the American flag over my heart were the letters that were my life—U. S. MARSHAL. On my right hip was my nickel plated .44 Magnum Colt Python, just behind two speed loaders in addition to the twenty-four rounds on the belt. On my left hip was my ASP Talon baton—every bit as deadly a weapon in my hands as the revolver. A pouch at the back of my right hip held my stainless steel handcuffs and its partner on the opposite side held my radio—my link to my backup team. I placed the photo flat on the bar as the bartender returned to me. “I’ll have another,” I said in a loud voice, continuing so I wouldn’t be overheard. “Don’t pick it up and don’t make a production of looking at it. I’ve been told that he comes here a lot. Is he here tonight? If he is and he escapes because you’ve given me away I’ll see to it that you’re arrested for obstruction of justice.” He gulped a few times but did as he was told, nodding slightly in response. I continued almost at a whisper. “If my nose is pointing to twelve o’clock, my right ear to three, the back of my head to six, and my left ear to nine, tell me where he is. Again, don’t point or do anything obvious and we’ll be fine.” He pretended to wipe the bar as he whispered, “About 4:30 with his back to you.” I picked up the reflection in the mirror then asked, “Red shirt with black and white stripes, looking away from me?” He nodded again. Now, in my normal tone of voice I asked, “Where’s the men’s room?”

Meet the village, there's a child, is merely naive and set her foot into the depths of the forest along with her old, tall friend that is no human.

lahir untuk lahir , hidup untuk hidup, matahari terbit dan terbenam

Sillias is a girl of lower class backgrounds..An orphan to be precise..who had known nothing but misery in her life..that is until she abruptly awaken an Ability. that's when everything changes for her as she's now thrown into a word of nobility and power..dealing none only with strange event,school,love and frienship..but also the "Nondead"a strange species of monster like creatures which..also happened to be the cause of Sillias awakening. Sillias must now face training and mission while dealing with feelings like love and possible betrayals...all while crossdressing herself as a boy. .. -An adventure of mysteries,Fiction Fantasy Romance and strategy .. Writer words; .. -"Soo...Im a teen writer and this is my first time publishing a story I wrote, English is not my first language but I Hope I did well on this. Please give me your review by commenting so I can improve more!

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Allen gadis desa. Kepribadian yang ramah, baik dan periang, melekat padanya sejak kecil. Bapaknya seorang pebisnis sukses di desanya. selalu mengajarkan kepada Allen arti kehidupan dan proses hidup tidak ada yang instan, menjadikannya pribadi yang rajin disiplin dan penuh tanggung jawab. Namun kehidupannya berubah disaat emosi dan perasaan allen mengalahkan logikanya, dan mencintai seorang pria yang ia harapkan akan menjadi pemimpin untuk menjadi lebih baik dan terus menjadi lebih baik lagi. Namun khayalan dan imajinasi itu runtuh setelah pria itu menghilang entah kemana, di saat, ia benar-benar membutuhkan pundak untuk bersandar. Keluarganya meninggal Allen seorang diri akibat gempa bumi. Merubah hidupnya seratus delapan puluh derajat, dalam kemalangan dan kehampaan. Bingung, resah, dan tak tau harus berbuat apa untuk melanjutkan hidupnya.

Shen Lu opens her eyes to find she has transmigrated into a wasteland world, becoming the fake young lady who was kicked out of her home. With her is her equally miserable fiancé, the future major villain. Fortunately, her golden finger activates, and in this wasteland world where the average person can't even get a single hot meal, she embarks on the path to riches through food. Egg waffles, spicy hotpot, and crawfish. Braised pork belly, crock-pot soup, and egg fried rice. ... From a small stall to a small shop. Then from a restaurant to a holiday resort, in less than two years, Shen Lu's name became known throughout the world. Countless celebrities and dignitaries hold out Star Coins, begging for just one bite of Shen Lu's cooking. The Shen Family, who had used her up and ruthlessly abandoned her, regret their past actions, crying and shouting as they beg for her forgiveness. Shen Lu crosses her arms: "Sure. Why don't you slit your throats first to show me your sincerity?"