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Upon his release from prison, she unexpectedly entangled with a mysterious prominent figure, directly obtaining their marriage certificate, and was spoiled to the skies! "Young Master Law, the Young Madam has been confessed to by a scumbag." "Break his leg for me!" "Young Master Law, someone is slandering the Young Madam as being kept." "Send the scandalous dirt of the opposite party to the trending searches!" "Young Master Law, it's bad; the Young Madam eloped with another man." The handsome and noble man was furious and immediately chased after her: "Let's go! Bring the cannon to blow him up!" One day, a reporter interviewed him: "Mr. Law, do you have any dreams?" The man looked at the girl with a doting smile: "Yes, to flirt with Cecilia, pamper Cecilia, and have Cecilia bear buns!" Everyone was shocked, and the next day, all the headlines in Stellerton became - The Eldest Young Master Law, unexpectedly a wife-doting fanatic! [1V1 absolute spoil of dual purity, the female protagonist is responsible for the beauty, the male protagonist is responsible for the pampering!]

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.

The Ancestral Buddha prophesied: Eighty-four thousand years later, when the Buddhist Mantra dissipated and the Taoism was cut off, the Buddhist disciple Lu Yang was reborn with the "Devil Subduing Heaven Book". With his Diamond Body, he started cultivating his demonic powers internally, and from then on, he embarked on a path of cultivation that defied the heavens. He pointed to the sky with his left hand and the earth with his right — he was the supreme being in all the heavens and the earth! ............................. 5 reviews=1 extra chapter 10 stones= 1 extra chapter get ranking under 200= 10 extra chapter get ranking under 100= 15 extra chapters get in top 50= 20 extra chaps get in top 20= 25 extra chapters get in top 10= 30 extra chapters ............................................... DISCLAIMER: -All copyrighted content is the property of its respective owner(s).

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?

# LORD Fang Ping transmigrated to a parallel universe. In this new world, after coming of age, everyone became Overlords. After becoming an Overlord, each person would own a city of their own. However, if one wished to expand it, they had to rely on their own abilities and invade the cities of other people. Conversely, if they were too weak, they would be annexed by others. On the day Fang Ping became an Overlord, he suddenly obtained the Crazy Demon Infrastructure System. With the aid of the system, all of the buildings in his city developed attributes and talents. It was the same as each building possessing its own defense and attack power. The more buildings there were, the more the generated attributes would multiply. From that day forth, Fang Ping began his journey of fanatic building. While other Overlords were already recruiting large numbers of troops and expanding their combat ability, Fang Ping was still developing his city. They initially believed that he would become fodder for them. Yet, when they attacked his city, his attackers could not believe their eyes. Within a small city, every building could launch counterattacks that were extremely deadly! When they witnessed their armies being decimated, the enemy Overlords were on the verge of tears. Their plan of attack resulted in them being conquered by Fang Ping instead!

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

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

Defying Human limit, Defying Gods placed shackels, Defying the Heavenly Dao.

Release Schedule: Subsequent acts will be released weekly on Saturdays. Synopsis: This book is written in close first person. It follows a person moving through a series of controlled spaces. Each space teaches a different way to survive. What is rewarded becomes clear quickly: staying, adjusting, being useful, anticipating others. Love and safety appear as responses, not gifts. They are given conditionally and withdrawn without notice. The narrator does not explain the past or ask to be understood. The writing stays with what happens in the body and in the room. Behavior is shown as it forms, repeats, and becomes habit. As the book moves forward, patterns are recognized while they are still in use. Responsibility is named without comfort and without blame. What has been learned is not erased. It is carried forward knowingly. No resolution. Awareness remains. Nothing is repaired. Nothing is refused.