ayon cakra

seorang anak yang ingin mendapatkan ilmu cakra berwarna ungu muda,namun di nyatakan tak memiliki bakat sedikit pun,padahal ke 8 kakak nya memiliki cakra tertinggi...bagai mana anak ini mendpaatkan kesetaraan seperti kakak kakak kandung nya?? apakah mampu??

Dunianya hitam. Kelam. Sex adalah makanan keseharian. Alkohol adalah minuman melegakan. Foya-foya adalah tabiat. Dia, Haris Wijaya, lelaki yang tak pernah merasakan rasanya hidup normal. Semua keinginannya teraih. Semua bertekuk lutut padanya. Karena dia salah satu crazyrich kota M. Namun suatu kejadian merubah segalanya. Tampolan duit yang sangat tidak elit. Dan sejak itulah malamnya bergeser, fajar menyingsing. ========== CERITA INI HANYA FANFIKSI DARI WIJAYA CAKRA BAWANG KRIUK DI FB

A reincarnation. A forgotten empire. A second chance beneath a blood-red sky. --- “So… let me get this straight,” Baoyu leaned in, frowning. “You were a royal scholar in the Yuan Dynasty, got framed, died tragically, and then—what—woke up in a jungle palace somewhere in ancient Sunda?” Li Tianhe—well, *Ragaputra* now—half-smiled, toying with the pendant that pulsed faint blue light against his chest. “Technically, it was a forest temple. And I wasn’t just a scholar. I was a tactical advisor, thank you very much.” Baoyu blinked. “Bro, you were twenty and already wearing those weird black robes like you knew how the world worked.” “And now I wear bark-textured armor and argue with spirit tigers.” Tianhe sighed. “Funny how life… or death… works.” --- In a world where ancient China crossed paths with the secretive kingdom of Pajajaran, **fate weaves across dynasties**. *Li Tianhe*—once a disciplined, calm, and brilliant strategist of the Yuan court—meets his end not on the battlefield, but through betrayal, scapegoated for a crime soaked in imperial politics. He never saw it coming. Until he opened his eyes again, reborn beneath the canopy of tropical stars. Now he’s **Ragaputra Maheswara**, the illegitimate son of a vanishing concubine no one dares name, with fragments of ancient texts burned into his soul and a weapon of Sunda origin pulsing at his side. A kujang of blue flame. --- “Let me ask you this,” Tianhe said, staring at the stars with a rare softness in his voice. “If your second life begins in a land that speaks with its forests, writes in forgotten scripts, and remembers history through the bones of kings—do you try to live quietly?” Baoyu shrugged. “Not when your *first* life was a mess because you stayed quiet.” “Exactly.” --- But Pajajaran is not a peaceful kingdom. *It is a crossroad of worlds*: * Riddled with mystical **Wangsakerta manuscripts** * Guarded by the **ghosts of treaties with ancient China** * Haunted by the **mist-shrouded figure of Prabu Siliwangi**, the last king who vanished… but never truly left. And somewhere in those ruins, hidden between **rituals, rebellion, and royal secrets**, lies the truth behind the **Prasasti Langit**—the Sky Inscription—that binds Tianhe’s two lives together. --- So what’s the deal? The Yuan Dynasty thought they erased him. But in the deep woods of Sunda, the sky remembered. And Ragaputra? He’s not just surviving. He’s rewriting the game—one ancient prophecy, one ghost-pact, one flaming kujang at a time. Because this time… He remembers everything. --- *Think of it like Avatar: The Last Airbender meets Nirvana in Fire meets Nusantara’s hidden history—told through daily banter, mystical past lives, political chessboards, and the quiet weight of a boy caught between empires.* Ready to uncover what the sky never forgot?

"Gua cinta lu, Wijaya~" --Hah. Gedabrus. "Kau bicara apa, kita kan teman dekat. Aku tahu kamu akan selalu membantu temanmu~" --Bilang aja lu mau duit gua, ye kan? "Wijaya~ Wijaya~" --Ha ha ha. Di dunia ini memang uang menguasai segalanya ya? "If you wanna me so bad, spread your leg and be my bitch, BITCHES!" Kehidupan seorang Haris Wijaya hanya berputar pada uang. Segala masalah selalu dapat diselesaikan menggunakan uang. Martabat tak ada harganya. Harga diri apalagi ... manusia sungguh bisa dibeli dengan cuan. Dan dia mengetahui hal itu dengan pasti. Sampai setidaknya ... seseorang mengembalikan uangnya dengan tampolan dan mengumpat keras di depan mukanya, "Aku ora butuh duitmu! Bajingan kowe!"

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A gifted student of a higher institution in Nigeria just wants to live life the way he wants without having anything to do with his gift, but, he and his parents can't delay destiny, his gift must be used for him to survive and he'll die if he uses it.

A world where each other is worse than the other There are always people who are unwilling Risking one's life to pull it away from them, them, and them In fact, there was no high-level reason at first. He is just very simple and wants to live a better life. By the way, let the relatives, friends and lovers around you All kind, enthusiastic and honest people Live a better life

May katotohan pero iba'y kathang isip lamang D man malaman baka sakali man iyong mabasa Akala ko ikaw lang at ikaw padin Pero paalam na masyado na din akong nasaktan random poem but I wish you have time to read this. It can make me cheer up.

A love story of both men who doesn't even think that the they will love each other. One day, Nicco accidentally threw a ball at Pierre's face that made him so angry. After a few days, Pierre got a serious problem that made him in trouble but there is Nicco to save him. Nicco gradually developing feelings for him. Pierre become close as time goes by but Pierre doesn't know that Nicco already developed his feelings for him. But when Nicco confessed to Pierre, he doesn't even feel disgust or whatever. It made him confused. Little did he know, he gradually liking Nicco. What will happen to them? Will they fight for their love? MALAY MO TAYO (boys love)

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?"