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Sihwan merupakan anak yatim piatu. Sihwan merupakan anak yang menganggap dirinya memiliki kutukan. Setiap kali tertidur dia akan mendapatkan mimpi yang sama berulang kali. mimpi tersebut tentang bayangan besar yang selalu menganggunya saat tidur. Dia tidak ingat siapa orang tua-nya, yang dia ketahui adalah Sihwan diterlantarkan karena suatu alasan . Menginjak remaja Sihwan dan menempati status SMA. Sihwan ingin belajar mandiri dengan mendirikan Café bersama teman-teman didalam Panti Asuhan. Selama terus melanjutkan hidupnya, suatu saat Sihwan terjebak dalam tragedi pembunuhan, pembunuhnya adalah orang yang dianggapnya baik. Pada saat itu juga Sihwan berada dialam bawah sadar dan tidak bisa mengendalikan dirinya. Ketika kembali sadar dihadapannya terdapat pembunuh yang telah tewas. Tragedi tersebut menjadi tontonan orang tertinggi di suatu perusaahan dan dirinya dibawa ke kota Jakarta dan semenjak itu kehidupannya mulai berubah.

Kehidupan Jiyeon berbanding terbalik setelah kekasih nya Shin Jung Han menikam anak dari pemilik tempat dimana dia bekerja

In the days of the Primordials, there was a legendary tale that transcends all other tales. This is the tale of a young cultivator and his war against a powerful darkness. Live the story and tell the tale. This is Pathway. Join me on discord: https://discord.gg/A25Z2wexXe

In a world where silence clings to forgotten ruins and frost lingers beneath ancient trees, two boys—Aiden, wielder of darkness, and Lyon, master of storm—are bound by a fate older than the land itself. Drawn together by a prophecy whispered in half-remembered songs, they walk a path where no others dare tread. Haunted by ghosts on the breeze and shadows in the stone, their journey weaves through crumbling halls and cursed forests. Yet even in despair, music and flame rise to guide them—a reminder that their footsteps carry the weight of those who came before. But destiny is no gentle companion. The world has forgotten the old magic, and in its absence, corruption festers. To survive, Aiden and Lyon must master not only their spells but the bond between them, for only together can they carve a light into the encroaching dark. Their tale is one of sorrow and wonder, of storms that shatter silence and shadows that swallow hope.

READ AUXILIARY CHAPTER FIRST. A 20 year old young man is trying to honor the heroic legacy of someone who was very dear to him in his childhood, going from dimension to dimension to save other people, but sometimes, this man can get too caught up with having fun due to the thrills that he forgets to keep other people safe. Is he going to become a better hero? Twitter Account: https://twitter.com/georgerogerkaos

ek asa khwab jo uske jine ki umeed tha..12 sal ki umr me usne jo dekha tha shyd uski zindagi ki hakikat ban gya tha wo ek khwaab jisne uski puri zindagi bdl di uska aane wala kl us ek khwaab se juda tha wo chehra jo usne kabhi apne khwab me dekha tha wo hakikat me h ya nhi wo bhi nhi janti thi janti thi to bs itna ki uske jine ki or wha se bhar niklne ki ek aakhiri umeed tha wo khwab wo sapna jiske liye usne apni puri zindagi ko dav pe lga diya tha wo nhi janti thi ki jis sapne k piche wo pgl hoke bhag rhi hai kl wahi sapna uski puri zindagi badal dega ye duniya ye samaj jisee bekhabar or bekhouf hoke wo bawri ban gai thi ye Samaj use kabhi nhi apnayega wo bhul chuki thi ki wo kon hai or uski zindagi ka maksad kya hai wo sb bhul chuki thi bs use khuch yad tha to sirf itna ki usne jo sapna dekha tha wo ek din sach hoga or wo sab kuch chod k chali jayegi lekin ye sb kuch itna bhi aasan nhi hone wala tha us ek khwaab k piche pagal hone wali wo ldki ye bhul gai thi ki wo jis ghar me rehti hai wha use mot milegi use apni zindagi ki kimat chukani pdegi us ek khwaab k badle mein pr use kha parwah thi in sb baaton ki woto sirf itna janti thi ki use wha tak jana hai wo milega use us par khi dur is nafrat se bhut dur koi jo uska intzaar kr rha hai na jane kitne hi waqt se sirf uska intzaar kr rha hai ... wo har roj use bulata hai use pukarata hai lekin uski bebasi wo uski aawaz sun to leti hai pr use dekh nhi pati uske pas jaa nhi skti ...... kese jati bhala is pinjare se nikal k .. or kha jati use naa koi Raasta pata tha na kuch or pata tha ... agr pta tha to sirf itna ki bs use jana hai ... wo is baat se Anjaan thi ki uski aane wali zindagi me ek asa tufaan aane wala hai jo wo soch bhi bhi skti thi ... bhumi bachpan se apne dada dadi or apne uncle aunty k sath pali bdi thi.... ek asa ghar jaha pe sab kuch tha per ager kuch nahi tha to wo tha uske maa baap ka pyar or un dono ki mojudagi.... usne bachpan se apne maa baap ko dekha tha wo nhi janti thi ki Maa ka pyar kya hota hai...use kuch pata tha to sirf itna ki thappad kya hota hai ..... ek choti si bacchi jisne apna pura bachpan apne dada dadi k sath gujar diya sirf is intzaar me ki ek din uski maa aayegi or use le jayegi...yha se hamesha k liye.... uske dosto ko jb wo school me dekhti thi ki sab apni maa ki batein krti hai to wo bas sunti thi..... or hamesha bas khamosh hoke ek kone me beth k yhi sochti thi ki ek din meri maa bhi aayegi..... nafraton k bich pali bdi wo ldki jiske aas pas sirf nafrat thi koi use pyar krne wala nhi tha ...... the to sirf nafrat bhari aankhon se use ghurne wale use dekhne wale ..... lekin wo nafrat kabhi usne apne dil me nhi aane di.... uska dil kanch ki tarah saf tha ... saf bhi tha kyo ki uski zindagi mein jo hone wala tha jo aane wala tha uske liye uske dil me sirf or sirf pyar bhara hua tha .... Ander Ander se Tut chuki thi wo ldki lekin usne haar nahi mani bilkul bhi ... fir achanak ek din uske ghr me kisi ki Death ho gai or uas din k bad uski zindagi me sab kuch badal gaya.... wo ek din jis din wo school se apne ghr aayi or usne dekha ki uske ghar k bhar logo ki bheed jama hui hai ...... wo nhi janti thi ki ye log kon hai or darte hue jhijhakate hue us bheed k pas jane lgi.... tbi use bhut jor se kisi k rone ki aawaaz aayi wo or dar gai saham gai or bhag k ek kone me Jane beth gai.... wo nahi janti thi ki ye kya ho raha hai ye bheed kon hai wo chahti thi ki wo us bheed k us par jake dekhe ki ye itni jor jor se kon ro rha hai kya hua hai .... pr uski himmat nhi ho rhi thi mano us rone ki chikhane ki chillane ki awaz ne use asa daraya ki wo nhi ja pai .... thodi der bad jb usne himmat ki Ander jane ki wo jab wo kamre me pahuchi to bhut sari orte use ghughant me dikhai dii.... or sab ro rhi thi tabhi achanak se ek hath uske or bada or us orat ne use apni taraf khicha ..... wo nhi janti thi ki wo orta kon hai wo uska chehra dekhna chahti thi pr wo dekh nhi pa rhi thi ghughat ki wajah se ..... wo orat use apne sath le gai .................

Die and rise, die and rise, die and rise.... When will this endless journey end? I guess when I tear the Great Mother apart with my own hands. Hello, new author here. English is my foreign language, I am using claude to translate my chapters. I know some of my friends here don't like AI tone in books, I understand if you don't wanna read it. I am also a reader, I respect every person's tastes but trust me you don't wanna read my own English written book.

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."