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Gazelle

GAME OF SURVIVAL

Justin is an average writer who was on his way to work when an explosion happened on the train he was on. See how he and his comrades play this new game of life they are in.

Devil's Reprisal

After surviving the invasion of Baden in her beloved nation, Valentina escapes with poison in veins and vengeance in the heart. The screams of her loved ones and dead chase her to the forbidden forest where no one has stepped before. The luxuriant forest is the home of deadly predators who prey on her kind. In the dying moment, where no one was close to hear her cries, a dark angel appears into the canopy above her head. As he extends his hand to save her, she struggles to make a choice. "To give up or to fight when none of her kin survived." Was her savior a guardian angel or a man in disguise, who was here to lure her in a world full of surprise? Will she hold his hand and taste the fruit of the forbidden woods? Will he give her what he promised, or was there a hidden ulterior motive to satisfy a heartbroken monster- Reprisal? It is not a cliché story where the princess finds a prince charming. It is story of a love so passionate that was pushed like a nail deep inside the soul. When you crush a heart for selfish deeds then sometimes one life isn't enough to redeem.

Step aside, let me handle this

Shen Tang woke up on the exile road and found this world very unscientific. Heavenly stones fell, triggering strife among nations. Words solidified into reality, thoughts became tangible. Martial prowess gathered, mountains split and seas parted. What she once perceived as a mere pretty face, with a mere utterance of "leaping over spears and horses," transformed into a fully-armored warrior, spear in hand, capable of standing alone against thousands! The consumptive wretches in her eyes, muttering "constellations scattered like chess pieces," reshaped the sky into a domed canopy and the land into a chessboard, effortlessly maneuvering troops into formation! This, by all means, couldn't be deemed unscientific anymore! It seemed like the scientific coffin lid had been nailed shut by theology! And she— "My lord, there's a severe drought in the Northern County. Would you shed a tear?" Shen Tang: "..." "My lord, the Southern Province is flooded. Would you share a smile?" Shen Tang: "..." ———————— Looking at the ten bowls of rice she devoured, the pockets cleaner than her face, and a group of villagers clamoring for attention, seemingly reincarnated food barrels, the real artist of souls, Village Chief Shen Tang, reluctantly abandoned her beloved paintbrush and was forced onto the road of vying for lordship.