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Yang Ge had never been the greatest in the world. But later, everyone in the realm of martial artists said he was the greatest in the world… PS1: This is a story about friendship, ideals, and reconciliation. PS2: The second place in the world is also good PS3: People strive for fame and fortune, struggling for a lifetime, and finally realize that it's just a bubble

Terkadang, kita butuh cara untuk melampiaskan rasa sakit yang dialami. Melepaskan luka meski hanya sebentar. Namun setidaknya, ada rasa lega ketika melakukannya. Dan menulis adalah cara termudah untuk mengutarakan rasa. Membuat catatan tentang luka yang tersimpan. Walaupun nyatanya luka itu sulit terhapus, atau mungkin tidak akan. Tapi dengan catatan itu kita akan tahu, bahwa kita pernah berjuang untuk luka yang pernah diterima. Dan kita mampu untuk melewatinya. Hingga sadar bahwa, luka adalah cara untuk melatih hati kita lebih kuat lagi. Teruslah berjalan meski terasa lelah, karena mungkin di ujung sana, ada jawaban atas rasa lelahmu. Dan kebahagiaan sesungguhnya yang diinginkan hatimu.

This is not a novel or anything(sorry if you came here thinking this was a novel), this just something I am doing to pass my time and boredom. Basically in this I will be posting a chapter with a quote and poem every day, what kind of quote and poem? Read to find out. By the way the quotes and poem will not be mine.

Will try to do daily (Not owned by me)

The little duchess' life seems to be perfect, especially after her wedding with the most desired bachelor in the kingdom, the one who drove out all the monster from the Black Wood. Despite her father's initial protests, Iris is able to marry the love of her life and feels that the rest of her life will only be bliss. But not everything is what is seems at her new home and little by little secrets revail themselves, making Iris understand the reasons behind her father's protests. ---------------- Her wedding night found Iris more nervous than she thought. The maids bathed her and changed her into a nightgown which was semi transparent, the silhouette of her body being evident throughout the thin material. After the maids left she laid down on her bed, but only for a second. Her nerves didn’t let her lay there, she couldn’t even sit on it as she knew what was to come. Or at least she thought she knew as she, like all noble girls, was taught about the duty of a wife in the bedroom. But she didn’t know about the tingling in her stomach and the heat coming from inside her from those lessons. No, those were the feelings her now husband showed her with only a kiss. That thought made her touch her lips with her finger. She blushed when she remembered the kiss, the one that started all of this. It happened only a month ago, on a dark night with no stars in the sky and the moon hiding behind the dark clouds, promising a heavy rain. But not a single drop fell yet and the castle's garden was lit by small torches which trew trembling shadows on the ground. She could remember his hands touching her arched back and caressing it while his other hand touched her cheek before sliding behind her head, entangled in her beautifully done hair. He looked passionately into her eyes, his green eyes making her forget about anything else. The smell that came from him drew her closer until their lips touched and she closed her eyes, letting herself drown in that blissful feeling, in those hard arms. He made her forget everything outside their embrace. They forgot where they were and the reason they were there. They forgot about the ballroom full of chatting people, full of music and dance. It was only them at that moment, in the garden. “You son of a bitch!” a cry woke them and they separated from each other. “You will pay for this!”. The man that was screaming at them approached and before Iris realized what was happening, he punched her partner hard.

A burned out detective coasting to retirement and an unstable FBI profiler must join forces to prove their mutual friend is not a serial killer. And figure out who really is. The Drinking Game is created by Chris Redding an eGlobal Publishing Creative Signed Author.

Just a piece of quotes of a day. For self-reminder and for us, who was a normal human-being on this earth. I love making quotes.

original quotes that helped me cope up in life..

Quotes about life and stuff from Pinterest

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"