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No continente de Yunzhou, o talento define o destino. Aqueles com raízes espirituais poderosas são destinados à grandeza, enquanto os sem talento são condenados a viver como mortais comuns. Wei Jian nasceu em uma pequena vila de agricultores e sempre acreditou que esforço poderia superar talento. Durante o teste de admissão da seita, ele descobre possuir uma raiz espiritual acima da média — mas ainda insignificante diante dos verdadeiros gênios. Porém, ninguém percebeu um estranho fenômeno que ocorreu naquele momento. Por uma fração de segundo… o tempo pareceu parar. Sem saber, Wei Jian pode carregar um segredo capaz de desafiar as próprias leis do cultivo. Em um mundo onde o talento determina tudo, ele provará que o destino também pode ser desafiado.

Whore, bitch, hoes; slut. Feeling as if you lost your pride, ashamed; you shouldn't Be. "Who the hell put my pride; my dignity in my Vagina." No one, literally no one wants to be aired naked. Everybody had to have a reason; who made THAT rule? Check out the reasons, tears and desires of MOST GIRLS OUT THERE.

Colors sometimes mean personality, gender and are used to describe different objects. But sometimes, people use it to put it in categories. In a Weird falling world, Kaden is struggling to find out who he is as a person and a Shy boy named Bryan helps him. Colors do not define you! This book: Mentions sexual assault and bullying Book 2 will be out next year. But Short stories for every character will be out soon.

Brixter Sy - Icy look (look a like of Theo Theodiridis and Alexis Georgoulis) one of the male greek handsome, rich and powerful for everything. He saw Jesie in an expected way. He always though about her. He felt something different whenever he was with her. Brixter promise to himself that he will do everything to make her mine. Jesie Dais - isang simpleng babae tanging pangarap makapagtrabaho upang makatulong sa pamilya. Hate nya ang mga lalaking may itsura tapos mayaman pa. Para sa kanya isang pangarap o hibang pag pinansin ka ng mga ala greek handsome.

Divorce can be nasty. Clement discovers how nasty gay divorce can be as he surveys the damage wreaked by his ex-partner in their soon-to-be-sold home.<br><br>After cleaning the mess, he goes for a late coffee and dinner snack. The lone barista, Troy, recounts his traumatic car accident drama as they close the shop and share coffee and leftovers. Troy also reveals the pain of rejection he's felt for being gay.<br><br>The two men share another connection: the next day, Troy starts a new position as a social worker, and Clement is a counselor, as well. So the next morning when Clement drives Troy to his new job, he knows they may cross paths again.<br><br>It comes sooner than expected, though, when Clement returns to Troy’s office with an abused gay teenager who has nowhere to go. Try as they might, Troy and his new coworkers can find no available foster family. Suddenly Clement finds himself with a potential new family. Can things work out for the three of them?

When a man dies on Earth, he is not chosen by destiny nor summoned by gods. Instead, he is reborn as an error—a flaw the world’s system cannot classify or control. In a reality governed by rigid rules, levels, and fate itself, he alone exists outside definition. While heroes rise within the system and gods enforce its order, he quietly observes, learns, and begins to rewrite the rules from within. His power is not brute strength, but authority—earned through understanding the system’s weaknesses. As his existence draws the attention of kings, heroes, and gods, the world faces an impossible question: What happens when someone the system failed to define decides to fix it? Glitchborn is a power-fantasy isekai about breaking limits, defying destiny, and calmly standing above the rules that govern reality.

it's not about weather you were right or wrong.....they were in love....first love, just so magical, just so special....until fate played it's way...until they got to become strangers facing each other after 5 years... the young little genius is introduced at the last....what can the author do when she is a little forgetful..... ------------------------------------------------------------------ there was just soo much he wanted to ask... just no words to describe how he felt...to see her...he thought it was an imagination...another Hallucinations of his....but this is not how he imagines her or how he remembers her. the way she looks...shocked, panic, coldness, and indifference. all that he never ever imagined to once face...fate was really a cruel player...to bring today...to maker her a stranger to him. but after all that happened he thought never could anything make such a impact once again, for there to be things that can once again be startling...but it's like fate hadn't had it's fill. he couldn't say weather he is happy or sad anymore...well from 5 years he hadn't felt any emotions...after she left he also lost the life in him. love is love....there is no reason to love, nothing more that the love itself matters to the lovers. a fool, a blind....that's what the love makes out of you. but seeing her once again there was just one thing in his mind. ' This time I'm not letting you go '. ------------------------------------------------------------------ A week that was how long she waited for him....she wonders many times was that one week short, but she felt every moment of the week to be a century long in hell...all the people, noise, the talk....everything was just so painfull....so tormenting....but she thought he would be there for her when no one was...it's still like a nightmare to her...to remember him...but she waited...cause she wanted to tell him something...but before she could the words from all their friends...nah ex-friends, his friends hurt her like hell...it was just their prediction...but that was a truth...but not as they imagined....and she never wanted to leave before this as she did that moment...that's what made her vanish from their, and his sight.... ------------------------------------------------------------------- now facing each other...those two people who once shared dreams were thinking opposite things... He would everything possible to get her back....he want's her like no other drug....she was his addiction.... she wanted nothing to do with him....not anymore well what is stored in their fate.... and I think we forgot someone..... JOY: well author aren't you really something to forget someone as important as me...huff....with you forgetting things like this...is it the fate or you who is playing with my parents lives...ha.. ------------------------------------------------------------------ well yes the young cute, adorable light of hope in Laura's life and the best of the both of his parents presented in the form of this little genius "Joy" as she calls him....Jordan is the secret of Laura. A white lie that she thinks she keeps from Mark.

[Oh, Chosens ones!] The otherwordly being announced. [Listen.] Summoned. Transmigrated. Isekai’d into a world of magic and swords. Fantasy and Wonders. Not unlike the countless novels I used to binge-read all day and night. A dearest fantasy and wish of mine has been granted. In this new world fraught with wars and attrition, I sincerely believe that I was the one destined to usher in an era of peace and prosperity. However, reality was different from fiction. And reality taught me multiple things. It taught me that the reality of my situation was different from my fantasies. Being isekai'ed in a world fraught with wars and conflicts, without a special ability, without a cheat power. In a world where strength determines everything, from your worth to your social standing. In such a world, being an ordinary high school graduate whose only act of violence perpetrated happen while in middle school, was a death sentence. It taught me that I was not special. In fact, I was even a defunct product. “I mean, it’s not expected for someone of the Warrior class or even the Archer class to be able to use magic. If we could, we wouldn’t be in this class after all. But how the fuck are you unable to use your class abilities, kid? Just dump points in a skill and use one.” “What? A warrior that doesn’t have a single skill? No. Someone from the warrior class that can’t use a skill. What the fuck! You’re literally trash. Then what good are you for?” “Typical, I should have guessed it. Africans sure are trash. Your area followed by South America are always the one with the greatest casualties percentage. How the fuck did you even pass the Rite of Passage? Useless fuck.” It taught me that I was and will amount to nothing. “Even as a meatshield, you wouldn’t last long enough to be of use…” “Why haven’t you said anything until now? Why??? Useless fuck, if we live after this, I swear that I’m going to beat the shit out of you, you fucking bastard!” It taught me that that training, careful work, perseverance and diligence will only be viewed as one person’s talent and genius instead of hard-work. “Have you heard of this guy?” “Ian Bosworth, you mean?” “Yeah, he became a Ranker in… just 4 years… that’s crazy fast. With this kind of talent, there’s a real chance that he made it to High Ranker too.” “I know a pal of mine that says he team up with him, he swear the guy was apparently trash.” “Really? A guy that reaches level 5 under a Gen? Bullshit. It’s just guild propaganda to make you believe that if a supposed good-for-nothing can do it, you can too. Just bullshit.” It taught me that even after reaching the peak of what was possible to reach short of being a god... that because of the path I treading upon, I was destined to be the Protagonist stepping stone. I took exception to that. If by virtue of being Isekai'ed doesn't confer me the status of the Protagonist and all that entails, then rewinding time, and starting everything from scratch, thus becoming a Regressor, ought to.

“What happens when you come face to face with the end of the world, get saved and taken to a new one, apparently? I had no idea what lay in store for me, but I never truly imagined anything like this, giant monsters worshiped by crazy cultists, robot soldiers and a whole new crazy reality filled with power beyond understanding… What can I say, at least it’s not boring”

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?"