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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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[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!