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After three years of marriage, Evelyn finally got pregnant. She thought it would be the happiest day of her life until her own husband’s hands pushed into hell her. Evelyn went to the company to inform Alain about her pregnancy, only to be met with the sight of him having sex with his secretary. Alain had betrayed her. “Let’s get a divorce,” he said, the three years of affection crushed like worthless paper. He showed no shame as he continued his affair right in front of her, under the guise of nakedness. “Fine,” Evelyn agreed. She looked proud and aloof. She swallowed the news of her pregnancy, holding it tight in her throat without uttering a word. But as she turned away, she burst into tears. She returned home, prepared the divorce papers, signed them, packed her belongings, and left. But on the way, Evelyn fainted because of her foetal derangement. A kind man took her to the hospital and left her with a beautiful wish. Other than that, she knew nothing about him. Five years later, Evelyn had a successful career and a peaceful life with her young son - Dennis. But one day, her son brought a strange man home, none other than Alain! Evelyn was stunned. Her ex-husband had returned, shamelessly begging her for forgiveness, wanting to regain her and Dennis. He wanted her to come back to him. But Evelyn didn’t agree. Despite Alain’s coercion, she refused. And at that moment, “he” suddenly appeared, unexpectedly and silently as he did five years ago. He pulled her up from the depths and slapped her ex-husband directly in the face with one sentence: “You’re not worthy of her.” ... Umee: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

Ravaged and desolate, the Old World perished beneath the polluted sky. Radiation and infestation plagued the Earth all while a mere fraction of the human population remained. Of that rapidly diminishing population, a man approaching his thirties found himself entangled with Earth's current "War Lords" -- a pathetic bunch of insecure men who dominate what remains of the blue planet. Thrown into one of the prisons, Cain is ruthlessly prodded and experimented on. Subjected to radiation, gene altercation, and given various poisons and toxins alongside a slew of potential antidotes to match -- Cain became the War Lord’s guinea pig. Only after satisfying their voracious greed for revenge did the War Lord’s finally grant Cain some semblance of mercy. Strapped to a metal chair with a thick steel collar hung around his throat, Cain prepared himself for death. While his body slowly melted underneath the heat of one of the War Lord’s new experimental serums, an unfamiliar women’s voice called out to Cain. Summoned by a random girl in another world, she calls Cain a demon. “Demon?” Cain questions. But then it hits him — he’s been reborn and summoned. It’s a two-for-one special! *** Follow along Cain's rebirth and his unfortunate summoning into another world filled with trials, tribulations, and tragedy all composed by yours truly, thelostboy. Side note: I've tried this writing thing before and it's a lot more taxing than I was expecting. Rather than continue my old story that I fell out of love with, I figured it would be all-around more enjoyable for myself and my readers to create something I'm newly passionate about than return to shallow waters. Also also, once I get into a writing rhythm again I plan on creating a Patreon for early access chapters, I've decided not to Contract this novel for the more respectable, mature approach -- begging. May we pray I write something good.

She smiled as the world burned. He watched, bound by duty and the weight of justice. Selene Blackwell, 24, the youngest inmate to be thrown into Redboiler Prison — a maximum-security prison where only the worst of monsters are kept. They called her a psychopath. But Chief Caelum Rothwell sees something else. Beneath her cunning grin and mocking eyes, he finds a story buried in blood and fire — and something far more dangerous: a reason. Trained in rules, discipline, and the cold hands of military law, Caelum never thought he’d bend. Not for anyone. Not even her. But when a spark blooms between the sinner and the one sworn to lock her away, boundaries blur. Truths unravel. And love begins to rot the bars they built between them. One smile can rewrite a sentence. One lie can trigger a war. In a prison where secrets fester and the law is absolute, how far will you go to save the woman the world has already condemned?

Aurelie spun around. Two familiar hazel eyes stared back. A lock of black hair fell in his eyes. “What are you doing in here?” Tobin Moray demanded. “I’m riding a horse in the show,” Aurelie snapped back. “What are you doing here? Does your band need hay?” “I know who you are. You were that girl that ran into me at that last performance… you didn’t even apologize!” Aurelie frowned. “Yes… I did.” The guitarist frowned back, then reluctantly shrugged. “Maybe you did.” *** Aurelie Hawkins is an aspiring rider hoping to make it to the international stage. Tobin Moray is the lead guitarist of the current top band, Select Hospitality. A chance meeting is all it takes to turn their worlds upside down as love decides to intervene. Will Aurelie have to give up her riding to follow her heart? Will Tobin Moray leave his past behind and be who he wants to be? The Lead Guitar's Whispered Promise is created by Heather Dilts-Baiano, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

He is not like the boys I have met, his eyes, his hair, lips, a defined six pack abs and a narrow waistline. He is the type of handsome every girl dreams of. He was the last person I could have ever thought I would find at my best friend’s house. Never met anyone more charming,he moved his body gracefully as he gently arranged the washed plates in the racks. I stood there watching every movement from wiping his hand with a small towel to swinging the towel in a swirling motion. I gulped and stood still. “Nancy?” I finally heard my name being called, I turned to my friend Tara who gave me a weird look. As my eyes shifted from her to the half naked guy across the room, he was now staring back at me. We weren’t strangers but it felt like were at that moment. “That is my brother, Nolan”, Tara said. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened at what Tara had just said. “Your Brother???”, I repeated loudly.

Synopsis: "The Locket of Whispered Wishes" Booma thought her biggest problem was navigating high school and keeping her massive, one-sided crush on her charismatic classmate, Chinnappa, a secret. Her life was a comforting routine of shared lunchtime meals, study sessions, and the constant, hilarious annoyance of her overly-cute and food-obsessed cat, Bujji. But everything changes the day she finds a mysterious, antique locket shaped like an eternal flower. It’s no mere piece of jewelry; it's the key to Aethel, a secret fantasy world, and the source of volatile magic that grants wishes. Suddenly, Booma possesses the power to cast spells, manipulate the weather, and weave pure fiction into reality. Under Bujji’s reluctant, magical tutelage, she begins to embrace a destiny straight out of an anime—just as she is pulled into a high-stakes Fashion Show competition at school. Her dual life is exhausting, yet exhilarating. She begins using her powers subtly, excelling beyond anyone's imagination. But the price of power is painfully steep. The stronger Booma becomes, the further Chinnappa drifts away. The burgeoning magic in her locket seems inversely proportional to the closeness of her classmate, leading to gut-wrenching moments of hurting and solitude during cold Metro Train rides and lonely walks beneath a downpour of rain. When an unforeseen betrayal in the depths of a magical mountain walk finally leaves her broken, Booma is forced to confront the dark side of her wish. The grand narrative of magic and power now crashes violently into the simple reality of a damaged heart. She must ask: Is the locket a gift or a curse? Does true power lie in the grandest spell, or in the quiet strength of humanity? Now, Booma must embark on her final quest: to use the last vestiges of the magic cat locket to either repair the broken bond and rewrite her reality, or to accept the pain, save the two collapsing worlds, and find a new form of love and friendship that transcends destiny. Dive into this gripping tale where school life, epic magic, and the deepest emotions collide, and discover what Booma will sacrifice for her final, whispered wish.

This is a book made up of three short stories that are unrelated to each other. Can read standalone. [One Sentence]- Aria woke up one day to realize that a serial killer is in town. Oh no, not just a serial killer, but the killer seemed to target only her family members and friends. Not knowing what could be happening, she found herself fighting to stay alive. But what is her mistake? Why chase after her? She came to understand that a simple sentence she made casually brought her, her dooms day. How can she be a survival when the killer has come to kill and destroy? [Karma]- A woman received an innocent hello on Facebook but she decided to ruin the man’s family instead of chatting with him. At the end, Karma came into the picture. [Pride]- Sarah and Sean are a loving married couple, one could say they are perfect but they have only one problem, they both have pride. When the other does something, both will pick offense and non will apologize or seek for peace but neither of them know that one day that same pride will not only destroy their marriage but will leave one of them seriously heartbroken with regrets and a lot of had I known’s. A short story with moral lesson A must read Publisher：i&i Publisher

I was sold to a billionaire to save my parents from jail; love story of a girl who was sold to a billionaire

The reason this comic is rated "No one 17 and under admitted" is due to the sheer amount of violence, sensitive topics, minor NSFW in detail, and the maturity requested to understand the book. If you are under the recommended age, it's your own fault for reading this book. I put a lot of effort into writing, and if you want a more friendly book, I'd suggest heading over to my book called "My Lemon Boy" when it's released. Thank you. THE MC IS A MALE My mind is blank. Blanker than a white wall, Staring back at you with no emotion. My eyes are dull, Greyer than storm clouds. Except. . . My hands are redder than they should. His body is limp in my hands, His eyes are full of dread, And it's all because of me. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• My name is Xavier Chuu. I was raised in the town of Merrydred, a place of fun and games until the 'clouds' came over and destroyed lives. What were these 'clouds' exactly? Well, Merrydred was a town without a hierarchy, and especially had NO signs of alphas. Merrydred was also a hidden town in far-off mountains that no one dared climb, until one idiot decided to and stumbled upon us. Anyways, back to those 'clouds', after said idiot came upon us, he raced to tell his friends after spending the day there. He wanted to take over this town, but we refused and forced him back. Well, this angered him and he brought a full fleet of 30-40 alphas. Remember, Merrydred was a town without a single alpha in sight, very few betas, gammas and even deltas, since we were isolated from the rest of the world. Back to the story, when he brought them they caused havoc and easily took over the town and claimed it theirs after 3 hours of raping, killing, harming and destroying the town until we all gave in.

Aria woke up one day to realize that a serial killer is in town. Oh no, not just a serial killer, but the killer seemed to target only her family members and friends. Not knowing what could be happening, she found herself fighting to stay alive. But what is her mistake? Why chase after her? She came to understand that a simple sentence she made casually brought her, her dooms day. How can she be a survival when the killer has come to kill and destroy? Publisher：i&i Publisher