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Chu Hexi was only a hunter’s son from Qingshi Town. He had no remarkable spiritual root, no noble bloodline, and no reason to believe the path of immortality would ever open for him. His world was the Qingrang Mountains, his father’s silence, and the hunting knife at his waist. Until the day he fell into a forgotten fissure and touched a broken black stele. From that moment on, he began to sense spiritual energy. Strange dreams came to him in fragments. Ancient words no one could read burned into his fate, and even the Heavenly Dao could no longer calculate his destiny. But the stele was not a blessing without a price. Beyond the floating continents lies the Voidsea. Deep within it sleeps Guixu, the place where all things return. Sects, imperial courts, ancient bloodlines, and hidden powers all move around a secret older than history itself. As Chu Hexi steps into the Taixu Sect and begins his cultivation, he discovers that his rise is not merely a struggle against stronger enemies. It is the first ripple of a causal chain that stretches across past, present, and future. All things return to the Voidsea. But where does Guixu return? To him.

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Graham who is old and only counting his days. Victor, an hard working man and father of two little prankster Ion and Joe. With Irene the lady of the house, Nancy the house maid. One day a letter from an unknown place comes and there daily life is thrown out of order. who is this Walter? why is he coming? why is it guilty? like this there are many questions. We need to see what future holds for all of them.

"I love you, okay?" ... her voice broke as she stared up at Nur's face. His eyes widened, chest tightening as he stared back at her, at the magnitude of her words. Tears clung to Ayse's lashes, his wife who he supposedly contract married. From the very first day they locked eyes, he loved her but not even for a second, he would have thought she would fall for him. This was Deniz Nur Hakan--The sole heir to the multibillion-dollar company, he who built empires with his bare hands. He had ice in his veins and ruled with an iron fist. Men trembled under his gaze; women drove to him.  A man whose ears were deaf to the pleadings of many. Some called him a bastard, and for some he was just their "son"  His father, Emre Yousef Hakan--A tyrant man. He handed Nur the keys to the Hakan's estate. Well pleased and trusted that his son will continue his tyrannical reign. After the funeral ceremony, his mother had come to him.  Conversing to him on estate matters and the "future" "How his job wasn't only proceeding his father's company but to also produce an heir" Nur stared at his mother's unreadable face; he shook his head and sternly rejected even a thought on such matters.  Though months passed. One faithful night, he received the news.  "Mr. Hakan, your mother has passed away" Nur was left heartbroken; he fled from U.K and quickly arrived at Istanbul via his private jet.  The car clicked opened as he made his way in the magnificent "Hakan estate" Where he would find his "relatives" people who they had lost connection to the very day his parents married. They weren't well off back then yet lived happily.  He paid them no mind and walked towards the center where his mom's coffin was.  Clutching around the fine wood, tears sprung out. His mother, the only one who he could rest his head on the shoulders, lazily talk about his day. She had left him. The funeral has ended. Meanwhile Nur sat at his study, blue eyes flickering under the warm glow. Just then--the door clicked, there entered, Ali Demir, his father's advisor, now his. The silver-haired man walked to him, hands clutching at piles of documents. He then conversed to him on the future and that to attain his will, he must marry. Nur's face turned pale, marriage--A chapter that he had closed long ago. After his previous marriage in Ankara to his childhood sweetheart--Eylul Aydin. He remembered her end--how his father mercilessly unlived her and their unborn child. Nur had also rejected this idea prior to his mother's death. Yet--Ali continued, "the bride had also been selected" His jaw flexed as he raked his eyes at him, "Did you...? Ali shook his head, "I wouldn't dare... if it wasn't the very own wish of Mrs. Hakan" Nur sighed, a part of him was uninterested and the other part? --merely curious to who it was. Ali continued, the bride is from one of the Kaplan family branches. "Who...is it? Nur's voice came out, flustered. Ali's mouth parted, "Ayse Azra Yildiz" His eyes widened, his chest tightened. To be continued>>>>>>>>>>

We're all sinners, some of us are just living like saints.

Naomi, a wolf demi-human living on a remote farm with her foster father Tom, longs for a life beyond tending crops. Inspired by her foster brother Misha, now a state magician, she dreams of wielding magic and exploring the world. One night, after sneaking away to attempt magic for the first time, Naomi finds a half naked boy, being attacked by Leaf-Lizards in the mountains.She saves his life and brings him to the farm. But soon after, Naomi begins experiencing vivid dreams and illusions—fragments of a past she never remembered. To complicate matters, the boy she rescued claims to be from another world… and seems to know far more about Naomi than any stranger should.

[#Guiaverso. #GuiaXEspers #poli #trisal #1v2 #R18 #ménage] Ayen costumava fazer parte da Organização Adrift, uma empresa privada de Guias. No entanto, como ele era o mais fraco de todo o seu grupo, e podia-se até dizer que ele mal era considerado um Guia de Classe E com uma quantidade patética de energia que não o tornava diferente de uma pessoa normal, ele foi expulso da organização de forma miserável. Ele não teve escolha a não ser se candidatar à Associação de Guias, que era gerenciada pelo governo, e isso significava apenas que ele era agora tanto um funcionário público quanto um membro do exército. Com uma quantidade ínfima de energia e, ainda por cima, sendo o Guia de Classe E de mais baixo nível, nenhum Esper jamais o havia escolhido. Ninguém em sã consciência realmente o escolheria. E cinco anos depois, em uma certa zona proibida, Ayen conheceu Khal e Devion, dois perigosos Espers de classe SS. Dois Espers que nenhum Guia conseguia controlar, e um Guia que nenhum Esper jamais havia escolhido. Duas situações diferentes e uma descoberta inesperada. #Guiaverso. #GuiaXEspers #poli #trisal #1v2 #R18 #ménage]

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Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?