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ENIE MONEY

Tác giả: DaoistYrPQq8
Magical Realism
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The Hero Of Vengeance

"Kill them all...Burn it down..." Those are the words I heard echoing in my head ever since the day I woke up in Lorelei. The voice sounds familiar. I've heard it before. But would it be crazy if I said it sounded like me? Would it be crazy...if I said i remembered dying? Utterly rediculous. To repeat the same thing over and over, expecting a different result while changing absolutely nothing. I was the son of a Duke and a commoner in a foreign land. Through pain and suffering, I somehow managed to marry a beautiful Princess of that land. You know...after my father got eaten by a dragon. And after being locked in a dungeon and tortured by her insane sister... But none of that matters now. Because my world lies in ruins. Everyone I've ever known is dead. All except my beloved, who stands to protect me with her shield. But I don't mean to say that things have been destroyed... What I mean, is much simpler. Avernia is gone. Gone forever. Lost to the plague I called 'The Black Ooze'. But I'll avenge it. I'll kill the one responsibke for massacring my family and destroying my world. They'll regret having made an enemy out of me. Because the sword I wield is called Vengeance. The Overseer sword. The Omni-Weapon. No matter the cost...I will have vengeance. I'll kill them all. I'll burn everything down. Author's note: I sincerely hope you enjoy my work, but keep in mind that I am my own editor and I don't see everything. there might still be a few errors. Sorry! This is an original work.

DovahKean · Kỳ huyễn
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Saved By The Alpha Who Turns Out To Be My Mate

"Not here, weakling! We're going to meet at the stream close to the pack's border in an hour, then you can show me what you got." He informed her. "Fine, challenge accepted! But if I defeat you, you're going to stop bullying me and leave me be!" Aurora gritted out. "Sure." He replied her. "The hatred I have for you will stop when you're no more. Over there, nobody will come to your rescue and I can finally tear you apart. Nobody disrespects Dante and go scot free!" Dante thought inwardly as he walked away. Aurora's life was supposed to be perfect as she was of a noble birth but unfortunately, it was nowhere near perfection. Her father was the beta, the second in command to the Alpha of their pack and her mother was one of the pack's strong warriors. As she was the first daughter, she was treated like a flower, sheltered from harm, sadness, disturbance and trouble, and was only exposed to pure joy, pure love, happiness and everything beautiful while growing up but her life wasn't full of roses, as she grew older! Growing up, she had believed she would be normal like every other werewolf in her pack and the entire werewolf community, but alas, she was strangely different. She was the only werewolf in her pack that had no wolf, an inner animal, thus she was treated like an outcast. While other werewolves got their wolves on their sixteenth birthdays, hers refused to show up. Not even when she turned eighteen. Not even when she met her mate!!!

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The Master's Hidden Wife

Description When darkness slowly succumbs the light, the first thing that crosses Angela's mind is terror. Scarred by her past horrors, the tormentors of her dreams, the endless agony of her voice. The now sought after surgeon only has one reason to live, and that is to find and be reunited with her mother. Not until a one faithful night, where she made a reckless decision and that is to marry the man who seems to keep her horrors away from her. Alaric was born as one of the supreme—the highest. From education, the practice, and rulings. He's above yet he was deprived of her own emotions. Not until, a one faithful night that lead to a fruit to sew for years. Three years after, will their marriage stay afloat amidst the deepest of their secrets? PROLOGUE Consecutive gunshots echoed for the nnh time already and the people inside the Museum shuddered in fear, a feeling they would never knew they would feel.  It has been 29 minutes. Angela thought, eyes locked in her wristwatch. She never curse but this time she can't help but to curse mentally. How long would we wait for a rescue? Gunshots can be heared again and again causing another wave of cries and whimpers from the people trapped inside. Suddenly, Angela's trembling hand cover's her mouth, she felt suffocated, she barely can gasped for air this time. She was frozen in her spot but she manage to move her head to look around. Where's my bag? Chest pumping hard, her right hand fell on the cold floor. Trembling, her hand tap on the floor, looking for her bag's strap. Thank goodness I was not trapped where the statues are located. Finally her fingers grip on the strap of her bag. She heard no gunshots, she move her body around slowly. Her eyes automatically spotted her red bag which contains all her reason to continue living. With her last force she could release, she pulled her bag towards her and successful pulled it but her breathing become thinner. She could not gasped for air anymore, her chest tightened around. Slowly, her sight blur until darkness swallowed her whole vision. What happened again? Was Angela's question when she woke up with a very dry throat in a white tinted ceiling, her eyes meandered around nervously. Is she at her aunts house? Few drops of tears fell from her doe green eyes. She trembled and shook her head repeatedly. I'd rather die in that Museom than be bloody rot here again. She sobs quietly, she could never imagine her fate must be if she will live in her aunt's house for the second time again. She already leave this hell! She's already grasped the feeling of being in peace and she's in the process of loving her self again. How could be a life be this cruel? Her thoughts vanished when the doorknob of the door infront twitch. She hug herself more tight, her eyes shut down and her thoughts slowly accepted the fact that she will be played again. Not just a simple play but a bloddy torture.

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