syrena philip

I've been very interested recently in the Harry Potter works again, and have read through a stupid amount of HP Fan fics by other creators, hence I thought screw it... i'll make my own take on it too! I really hope you all enjoy it, this will have a lot more passion from me as a writer as I also grew up around Harry Potter so it's nice to go back to something I use to love and love it once more with my own spin on things. Please upvote this novel for other people to enjoy. ------------------------------------------------- You can expect around 2 Chapters a day, 10 chapters a week, 40 chapters a month. This is taking my work and personal life into consideration also, hence why there is 4 less chapters a week.

Jack Cull, muerto en la Tierra en un accidente de automóvil, vive ahora en un extraño mundo hueco, encerrado en sí mismo, todo él construido de piedra y arena, y que es una versión moderna, cruelmente sofisticada, del infierno tradicional. Pero se trata de un infierno muy particular, donde no existe más dolor que el no saber a dónde conduce una existencia vacía, donde la gente que muere resucita al poco tiempo en idénticas condiciones que antes, y donde los demonios, detentadores antes del poder en aquel mundo infernal, son ahora los esclavos de los seres humanos.

She had kept her dreams as her priority but her love and family had turned their backs on her but someone was there for her to held her hand in the dark but who knew that her dream would be crashed by those hand only. She was all broken because her dreams were also taken away from her. But again those hand held her and this time they even protected her and made her raise in the sky so that she can shine again.

He was an ordinary person. He had a will. He always had, but 'it' always achieved his will. With his desire always been fulfilled, what reality could he shape? Awoken on his own bed, unknowing of the blood that had stained his hands, he went to his ordinary life - while invisible hands shaped his own fate, gradually twisting his life.

When I think about him, I can revision that night. The Syrens.. have gone too far.

Go thy false to heaven and me, thy very tears are treachery. A girl turned woman must learn to navigate beyond the past of her family’s betrayal, and create a future in a time that has all but erased their traces on earth. The revenge she seeks goes beyond one person, and may bring the entire country to ruins in the collateral

In this story, we'll be focusing on one insignificant town, the town where you'll start, the town of Asyrienn. Asyrienn is one of the most incredibly boring places on earth, nothing has been happening for ages, even things like murder were last committed around 250 years ago. The days pass there as if they were years. Today, something unusual happens. Some citizens of Asyrienn wake up with a strange, unified mark somewhere on their bodies. They later find out that these marks give them superpowers! What's next?

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?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

Feng Qing, a top surgeon from the 21st century, wakes up in a body no one wants — married off to Rong Ling, the most powerful Regent in Dayan, a man who makes it abundantly clear: "Do you think you're worthy of marrying this king? Foolish." While he keeps his distance, she keeps herself busy, saving lives with medical knowledge centuries ahead of its time, collecting debts from those who wronged the original body's owner, and planning her exit strategy. Later, he became the New Emperor— "Qing Qing, from now on, you are my Empress." "Not interested."