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A Couple Of Cukoos

The Mafia Couple

Jason sank to his knees as smoke swallowed the sky, the color of it an angry crimson, like the world itself was bleeding. The house before him, her house, collapsed in slow motion, boards shrieking and crumbling as if mourning their own destruction. His chest caved with a ragged sob, the kind that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than his lungs, deeper even than his body. Everything around him blurred—faces, sirens, flames—until all that remained was the ash. He should have looked away. Should have closed his eyes. But he didn't. He couldn't. The paramedics moved solemnly through the smoke, their silhouettes stark against the firelit haze. The stretchers were draped in white sheets—too still, too final. He counted them without meaning to. One... two... three. Jason didn't flinch. His heart was hollowed out, like something had been carved from within him with a hot blade. It should've been him. Not Selena. "No," he whispered hoarsely, his voice splintering. "No, it can't be." He stumbled backward, eyes wide, brain refusing to bridge the gap between what he saw and what he believed. Reality came in slow waves, each one more unbearable than the last. And then he was moving, sprinting toward the stretchers with a desperate, raw urgency. A rescuer with no one left to save. "Selena," he choked, reaching trembling hands toward the nearest form. The heat of the fire still lingered in the air, as if the world itself was scorched. He lifted the sheet with shaking fingers. What stared back at him was no longer her face—just blackened skin, unrecognizable. His mind rejected it. It can't be her. It isn't.
Rayne_Rue · 95.5K Views

A season of love

Spring It was Shrove Tuesday. Nebel had just entered the corso, already at dark, and as she unpacked a bundle of streamers, she looked at the carriage ahead. Missed from a face she hadn't seen the afternoon Previously, he asked his companions: -Who is it? She doesn't look ugly. -A demon! She is gorgeous. She think she is the niece, or something like that, of the doctor Arrizabalaga. She arrived yesterday, it seems to me ... Nébel then fixed her eyes intently on the beautiful creature. She was a still a very young girl, perhaps no more than fourteen, but completely nubile. She had, under her very dark hair, a face of supreme whiteness, of that matt white and satin that is the exclusive patrimony of very fine. Long blue eyes, losing towards the temples in the circle of his black lashes of hers. Maybe a little apart, what gives, under a forehead smooth, air of great nobility or great stubbornness. But her eyes, like this, they filled that blooming countenance with the light of her beauty. And feeling them Nebel stopped a moment in his, he was dazzled. “What a charm!” He murmured, standing still with one knee over the man. Surrey cushion. A moment later the streamers were flying towards victory. Both carriages were already linked by the bridge hanging of ribbons, and the one who caused it smiled from time to time at the gallant boy. But that already came to the lack of respect for people, coachman and even carriage: over the shoulder, head, whip, fender, streamers they rained incessantly. So much so that the two people sitting in the back They returned and, rather than smiling, examined the spender carefully. “Who are they?” Asked Nebel in a low voice. —Dr. Arrizabalaga; true that you do not know. The other is the mother of your girl ... She's the doctor's sister-in-law. As if in pursuit of the exam, Arrizabalaga and the lady smiled at each other frankly before that exuberance of youth, Nébel believed in the duty to greet them, to which the triplet responded with jovial condescension. This was the beginning of an idyll that lasted three months, and to which Nébel contributed how much adoration there was in her passionate adolescence. While She continued the privateering, and in Concordia it lasts until incredible hours, Nebel incessantly stretched his arm forward, so well that the The cuff of his shirt, detached, danced over his hand. The next day the scene was replayed; and how this time the corso was resumed at night with a battle of flowers, Nébel exhausted in a quarter of hour four huge baskets. Arrizabalaga and the lady laughed, turning often, and the young woman hardly took her eyes off Nebel. East he cast a desperate look at his empty baskets; more about him Surrey cushion there was still one left, a poor bouquet of evergreens and jasmine of the country. Nebel jumped with him over the surrey wheel, he nearly dislocated an ankle, and running to victory, panting, drenched in sweat and excitement on the surface, he handed the bouquet to the young woman. She searched recklessly another, but she didn't have it. Her companions laugh. "But crazy!" Her mother told him, pointing to her chest, "there you have one!" The carriage started at a trot. Nebel, who had come down from the stirrup, afflicted, he ran and reached for the bouquet the young woman held out to him, her body almost out of the car. Nébel had arrived three days ago from Buenos Aires, where he was finishing his baccalaureate. He had been there for seven years, so his Knowledge of the current society of Concordia was minimal. He should stay still fifteen days in his hometown, enjoyed peacefully of soul, if not of body; and lo and behold, from the second day he lost all the serenity of him.
Cyra_Champ · 2.8K Views

RISE OF A RACE

"there are two kinds of people, the wise and the intelligent. The wise are those who accumulate wisdom by making mistakes or witnessing others making them and learn from them, no one is born wise, wisdom is acquired by experience and observation of anything and everything, it may be from a job, stories, books, movies, tv shows, even social media... but most importantly history, people who disregard history are foolish, history shows us the mistakes made in the thousands of years of existence of our race, it is accumulated concentrated wisdom, it is the biggest treasure, the sharpest weapon of any civilization. And then we have the intelligent, or the 'deductions specialists' as i like to call them, those are the people that are independent from wisdom or little dependent on it, they don't need the experience of a situation to find a solution, because they find it on their own, they make it on their own on the very first try, they can do so much with so little information and tools, they surpass. Now it's not like they don't make mistakes at all, but it is very rare, and if they do, then the same mistake will never be repeated again. Now both of them are dangerous, but to a manageable degree, the ones that i fear the most are those that combine traits of both wisdom and intelligence, those that learn from their mistakes before even making them, those that undergo every single scenario, think about every single possibility, and never disregard any kind of information, no matter how insignificant it may appear, in their eyes it is worth the world. And that's not even the scariest part about them, they never regret their actions, but they always search for flaws in them, they never strive for perfection, for they know nothing is perfect, they know that they have a limit, and that someday they will reach it, but never stop from trying to find it, because they don't know where it lies and never will, it might be very close and it might be very far. They know there's no such a thing as surpassing your limit, they know they'll never become all powerful, because they're but a creation of the one and only God. Those are the ones i fear, what they can do is unimaginable, yes... I am scared of them... because i myself am one of them." ~Adam kawn~ Accompany Adam on his journey of leading Humans into becoming an multiversal civilization.
Changing_Waves · 8.1K Views

Modern Cultivation : The Strongest Couple Bonded by Vampire System

What happens when modernization meets cultivation? It’s more than just a cultivator picking up a gun. Imagine storage rings and beast contracts being transformed into modern devices, letting anyone capture and tame monsters. What if alchemy evolved to mass-produce pills? Now, add vampires and other mythical races into the mix, and the possibilities are endless. In this fun story, we follow two main characters: Alex is a wealthy second-generation kid from the modern world, an "awakener" who spends his days as a big spender in online games and reading novels on his phone. In the novel community, he’s famous for throwing money around, known as a loyal, rich reader. His ordinary life gets turned upside down when he’s thrown into a new world filled with cultivation and magic. MinYue is a brilliant cultivator, a graceful beauty with incredible talent, and the shining hope of her family to reach new heights. Her disciplined, focused life is the complete opposite of Alex’s carefree lifestyle, but destiny has other plans for them. Through a twist of fate, their lives intertwine when a mysterious system binds them together, assigning them the mission to revive the vampire race. Even with their totally different backgrounds, Alex and MinYue must find a way to work together, blending their unique skills and views on the world. Join them on their journey as they become the strongest duo, rising to claim their throne as Vampire Progenitors in a world where modernization and cultivation collide!
Author2189 · 1.5M Views
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