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I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense

Soaking in lava, sleeping in an Ancient Killing Formation; Traversing alternative worlds in a heavy armored vehicle; Riding a Gundam Sentinel and slaying immortals with Godzilla... I got myself a stat system, and from then on, I only beefed up my defense! I just can't help it, I'm afraid of pain! The Daluo Golden Immortals of other worlds are all really fierce, and all of them know super ultimate move with infinite power. They have little meetings every day to discuss how to break through my defense. I really don't know why they're so obsessed...XD

No Way People Find Cultivation Difficult, Right?

It’s the 3rd of March of the Immortal Martial era. Under the Sect Leader’s unremitting efforts, the Qingyun Dao Sect finally welcomes its eighth disciple, Ye Ping. In order to make Ye Ping stay and to earn his respect, everyone in the sect resorts to all sorts of tricks to deceive him. They boast and pretend to be peerless Sword Dao experts, geniuses in cultivation, alchemy, refinement, divination, alchemy arrays, treasure appraising, and sons of destiny. For the sake of maintaining the image of geniuses, they teach Ye Ping all sorts of nonsensical things. They make Ye Ping try to gain an epiphany out of a random sword mark. They take out a random big pot and make Ye Ping refine supreme-grade pills with it. They take out a random copper coin and make Ye Ping deduce the ultimate heavenly secret. They initially hope to just delay the time that Ye Ping discovers the truth so that he would stay in the sect for a while longer. However, to their surprise, their new little Junior Brother… manages to learn everything.

My Love Hurts Me The Most

<p>Before today, she was still making every effort to love this cold-hearted man. But today, he became the groom of her good friend. He held the bride&#x27;s hands to say hello to her. It looked like that he was looking at a cowardly stranger. At this moment, she finally understood that there was only a contract and no love between them. </p><p>However, the two-year period was about to expire, and the moment she was about to leave, he said like an angry beast: "Between us, it will never end!"</p><p></p><p>☆About the Author☆</p><p></p><p>Yu Meiren, a well-known online novelist. Her novels are most about urban love. She is good at describing the storyline from a female perspective. The delicate language and ups and downs of the storyline are loved by many people.</p>

The Hurt Of Billionaire

You are no wife to me, do you get it?" He said, stepping forward crushing my already thinned personal bubble. "I am marrying you because of circumstances. The sooner you feed that to your peanut size brain, the better it will be for you and me. Do you understand?". Pushing me back against the wall with so much force it made me grunt at impact. Intense pain shot through my body when he pressed himself on me. It was like he was trying to ram me into the wall or something! Asshole- idiot- Big fat S-O-B. All these curses were going through my mind. All I want to do now is scratch his arrogant face and give him a feel of his own medicine. However, in this compromising position, I am right now! I can hardly move. So, all I did was look straight into his eyes and glared back with the same intensity. I try to break free by pushing and squirming. Alex had me in a grip so tight it felt like a hulk holding me down, so hard that it was painful. I tried to look away, but his voice made me freeze. "Answer me. Do not look away when I am talking to you bit*h!”. “Do-You-Get-What-I-Just Said? Or do I need to make myself a little clearer? hmm?" "Yes, I get it. I'm-Not-Your-Wife." "Believe it or not, I have no interest in being your wife," I said, more like spat it out, it was like poison coming out of my mouth. "Why are you smirking at me bitch?" he asked. Completely oblivious to what is about to come. I composed my happiness concealing it with my ‘I’m am innocent, like a kitty look’. "Oh, you're about to find out," I said.

Hurtful Love

She abandoned everything for a man. However, the man she loved cursed that her baby was a bastard and didn't deserve to live in this world. In order to save his lover, he regardless of her life and tortured her day and night. In the end, she fell firmly into the hell... Would he regret it?

some people are just Born to hurt you

I Am Really the Captain of the Flying Henan People

"The whole world found they had traveled in time after waking up one day. Eight billion human beings woke up and found sharks had become their neighbors, and their only shelter was the wooden raft under their feet. What floated towards them included not only objects from shipwrecks but also numerous monsters lurking in the sea. Grilling Kelps, Rum, Great White Sharks, Former Dominators... Fortunately, Chen Chang'an used a cheating program. As long as he had enough surviving points, he would be able to upgrade items such as knives, artilleries, and even nuclear weapons. They could all be upgraded to more cutting-edge technologies. Wooden Raft -> Black-awning Boat -> Ghost Ship ... Aircraft Carrier Wooden Axe -> Opening Mountain Axe -> Storm·Opening Mountain Axe ... Magic Opening Sky Axe One year later, when the others were still struggling to survive, Chen Chang'an had started to conquer the undersea world in magic attire. ""We are rowing a bathtub, but he is driving an aircraft carrier!"" ""And there are two fair-skinned pretty mermaid sisters on the ship. They look delicate and touching."""

No One Will Ever Hurt You Again I Promise

For each of us, things and events present themselves differently. We cannot afford to be envious of the happiness of others. Happiness comes in different forms; we need to be attentive and know our needs to seize the opportunity when it arises. Do we know what it's like to love and be loved when we are young? Are our choices considered? We will never know if we never try it, and love does not wait for age. It falls on you. And fate? Does that mean anything to you? So no matter how hard you try to change it, it remains unchanged. What is written cannot be undone. At Woodhill, a private high school located in the heart of New York, the elites of this society come together to receive the best academic training of all time. All these teenagers are descendants of responsible and prosperous families. But as it is written, there are always exceptions when there are rules enacted somewhere. Among the rotten-spoiled petty-bourgeois, a few children from the small society are accepted as little geniuses. They all have brilliant brains; that's the only thing they have in common with New York City's future leaders. Again, there are a few exceptions among those who can afford academic training worthy of their social rank but do not have the required level. But as they say, between friends, we support each other. Money makes the law. Of course, you can be brilliant but can't afford to access Woodhill. On the other hand, if you are part of this bourgeois elite, you are unlikely to be denied access. There is a boy with the most interesting personality in this category, who is intelligent but does not have sufficient means. Some say that he is bipolar, others say that he has schizophrenia, and so many stories circulate about him, but no one really knows who he is. Howie is the name of this mysterious boy who is being chatted up in Woodhill. A god-sand-beautiful, intelligent, and talented boy who, unfortunately, is poor and disturbed. Some see him as a waste because of that.

Hurt

You were never a father to us, we want our mother. You worthless child he slapped her, am your father what I say goes. Do not touch my sister you monster she tried hitting him but she knew she was not strong enough. Enough of this nonsense, you want your mother fine, go, get out, leave my house and go be with that whore you call your mother. She's not a whore, we'll leave and you will never see us again. Fine I don't want to see your fucking worthless face he said slurring then left. We packed our stuff and went to look for our mother.