Grubbly Plank

Damien Quinn, " was well known as a Cold-blooded iceberg ". He never has the mindset of a normal person. He has too many identities, "he is well known as the president of a big company". With the rest of his identities mystery... One encounter is about to change his life forever, " but can he embrace the new Life of a lover boy"? When his heart never felt any warmth before? He is known to be fearless and heartless human being ever exist, " love seem to be a forbidden thing ever excited in his dictionary". But what would happen when the cold iceberg, is to fall in love in a month time or die??! *Ding* ( SYSTEM ACTIVATE) ( NAME: Damien Quinn) (AGE: 27) (RACE: human) (PERSONALITY: Cold-blooded iceberg " many identities" ) (GENETIC: special gene) (QUEST: fall in love between a month ) ( PUNISHMENT: death) (REWARD: !!!!!!!!!!) What the heck!!! Who dares to play this plank on me ?! " Is He tired of living ?? " Damien Quinn hired the best brain surgeon in the world to operate on his brain ". All to no avail.___ it was annoying him to his bone. " It was more frustrating when the system repeatedly remind him of the count down. *Ding* (SYSTEM NOTIFICATION) (TIME LEFT: one week remaining) In this suitation what can he do???????

She was just a literary genius. Now she had to pick up a sword and defend her homeland. There's this cold faced general in charge of the Lushan Frontier. What happens when the sassy scholar girl joins the army? General, what about the nine army rules? General: "Ignore." General, why are you riding so close to that skinny short soldier? General: "I can do whatever I want," General, are you really going to go by that short soldier's plan? General: "Run thirty laps around the training ground. Next time I hear you call her short, it's fifty planks," When will the ice block general realise his true feelings? And there's also: Lieutenant Mu, where are you sneaking off to? Mu Nihran: "Can I say I'm going to kill someone?"

There is a kind of waiting that feels like gentle onshore breezes kissing salty stones. It isn't warm but there is a sense of calm, of nature, of things expected. Then there is the kind that feels like the head of a medieval mace is loose in my guts and my head has taken a beating with a hefty plank of wood. A legacy can be negative ripples of positive waves, each taking on a life of their own in the fabric of the universe, interacting with karma, chance and fate. But, my birth has been a mystery till now. I choose the most perfect memory of my mother and cling to it. I choose it because at that moment she was the person she should have been, would have been. Even if the mystery was revealed, would people still consider me in their life?

An army officer and a history fanatic , John, has been killed in an ambush, and somehow was reincarnated in the past, but is it the same past he knows? His mind is set on revealing the reason of why he got here, and how. Hiatus for a while - have been busy, and will try to write more chapters, then release them in a bulk.

In so many novels the MC always feels the same, so much so that I’ve always thought to myself why are all these characters so generic that you could replace them with a plank of wood and no one would notice. Then it hit me, “ hmm I could make a story out of that”. Follow the truck-kun certified adventures of Jimmy Wood and his sworn brother Ban as they explore a world of western and eastern fantasy.

An Wen suddenly discovers that he can transmigrate to another world. An Wen was initially not too interested in exploring the other world, but when he unknowingly rubbed a tree and a plank of wood fell out...

A mystical magic formation bestows ships with the power to evolve. In an eerie world, a young man from a fishing village cobbles together a boat with pieces of broken wooden planks, marking the beginning of his journey to greatness… The evolving vessel, is also known as a ‘cursed vessel’… (Note: The protagonist began his journey in modern-day Europe in a parallel world, not just some place with a medieval high-fantasy setting.)

Grey was a teenager who loved gaming and loathed school, like many, unremarkable and ordinary were the best ways to describe him, who would of thought that Grey had the deeply suppressed heart of a battle maniac. Join Grey on his path in the game {Bloodline} to finally releasing his love for battle (AN: Please don't click off! it's good, I think?... ANYWAYS, I just haven't found anything I can use for the cover yet! that doesn't make this a bad novel!)

The novel, "Qi Warriors," follows the journey of Zhang Wei, a young survivor from rural China in a world ravaged by wars, disease, and natural disasters. When a mysterious spaceship crashes near his village, Zhang Wei discovers the power of Qi, an energy source that flows through the universe. With the help of his newfound power, he sets out on a mission to find other survivors with the potential to harness the power of Qi and create a team of warriors who will stand against the forces of evil and protect the world from destruction.

David the 20 year old world class singer sits down for once, tired from a concert and seeing a poster for a new game called {Bloodline} he decides to dive into this new experience unaware of his destined rise to becoming a star in the darkness this game concealed Join David on his journey as a light in the dark. (AN: small note to mention the MC will be a bit of a airhead and naive however won't be trusting enough to have that taken advantage of, all I'm trying to say is this MC wont be a genius or anything, he will have his moments like everyone but he's just a guy who's playing a game not like my other MC who is discovering a different side of himself and stuff (Gray is who I am referring to for new readers) anyway that turned into a bit of a rant, my bad.)

A young boy...Betrayed...Thrown into the nothingness of the Abyss. He wakes up in a dark alley. Alone. Nothing but darkness. The only companion he has is the dim plank on the wall, and the Rats. Will he get a chance to get out of his misery? Who knows.

An Wen suddenly discovers that he can transmigrate to another world. An Wen was initially not too interested in exploring the other world, but when he unknowingly rubbed a tree and a plank of wood fell out... ........ Hi, I'm posting this story because I wanted to read it, but on the swordsman's website the translation was kind of filthy, so I decided to review the chapters on Grammarly and then post it here. I make it clear that the copyright of this novel is not mine

The entire world has disappeared and reappeared in a mysterious game. Every player receives a shelter and a logbook. Players have to explore in search of resources. Every day there is a different mandatory task. No one could predict the future! Xu Xin, the main protagonist, awakens a Super Guide System. "Host, there is a hunter's cabin ahead. There is no danger. No animals or players were detected. Rich resources detected." "Host, select the second chest to the left and get a rare item!" "Host, please collect a minimum of 60 wood planks for tomorrow's mandatory task!" Everyone else was struggling to survive. But Xu Xin has already upgraded his shelter and reached the pinnacle of life.

In a desolate land where the sky burned with a scarlet hue and the earth lay cracked and barren, Dustveil once thrived but now stood as a symbol of hopelessness. The town’s streets, long abandoned, were littered with ash, and the silent church bell hung motionless, frozen in time. The saloon’s sign creaked in the wind, and every step Lucus Graves took on the rotting planks echoed through the empty streets, setting the stage for the grim reality he was about to face...

"the queen shall be beheaded for the death of the king's concubine, Odette Schachtschneider" the man holding a scroll spoke out in a loud tone. there she was wrists tied up against the wooden cross plank with her head hung low, her blouse that was once white now covered in dirt. a face that was once powdered up so elegantly now stained with old tears and filth, those eyes that had a glint of fire igniting now feign upon a blank and soulless orb. the king who sat in his big golden chair all high and mighty watches his queen in a dreadful state, with this emotionless expression plastered on his face. "go on." was the last two words she had heard coming out of her beloved husband's mouth before everything went completely silent and black. I was wronged..... .....this isn't fair. I was framed... .....if I were to go back... I'll do something different! (art cover by; serenity aka me)

This is a collection of the author’s short stories that deals with women's dilemmas in the Indian social milieu accompanied with unique denouements. While 'Ilaa's Ire' contrasts woman's lot of the day with her eminence in the Vedic Age, '201' Qualms" depicts her predicament, torn between personal loyalty and citizen's responsibility. As "?" addresses woman's marital stress in an alien land, 'Cupid's Clue' is about her acting on rebound in her native place. Even as 'Autumn Love' lets woman discover the marital void in her life, 'A Touchy Affair' makes her amenable to her man's other woman. Just as 'Love's How's That' inflames woman's old flame, 'A Hearty Turn' brings her innate lesbian leanings to the fore. If 'Love Jihad' bridges lovers' religious divide with a secular plank, 'Tenth Nook' creates her marital gulf on the materialistic ground. While 'Eleventh Hour' is about woman's lust for love, 'Twelfth Tale' underscores her zest for power.

Victoria Reiss, a princess of a prosperous empire framed for the murder of her father. One day, after rotting away in a prison cell of a supermax institution, a mysterious benefactor gave her a key. It took at a while for the whole complex to notice that she was gone, and by that time, she had been long gone, escaped aboard a ship heading somewhere. Surviving on the goodwill of the captain onboard, she hails as a stowaway with a fake name of Christa Lorentz. The ship came upon a storm on the North Atlantic sea, well on its way to the Central States. A stray plank knocked her unconscious, and she woke up upon an unknown island. Immediately after gaining consciousness, a vision violated her mind. Sour Vintage. Somewhere she had to go. At least, that is what she claims to be. Perhaps there's more to her story.

In a desolate land where the sky burned with a scarlet hue and the earth lay cracked and barren, Dustveil once thrived but now stood as a symbol of hopelessness. The town’s streets, long abandoned, were littered with ash, and the silent church bell hung motionless, frozen in time. The saloon’s sign creaked in the wind, and every step Lucus Graves took on the rotting planks echoed through the empty streets, setting the stage for the grim reality he was about to face...

Author : 天一 Raped! Raped! The next president of the dignified Ronghua Group was raped! He was still tied up by an unknown man at the construction site, blindfolded, and raped! Rong Baiwen swore he would want that man to die without a burial! The person who raped him turned out to be a construction worker on the construction site! He finds a group of gangsters to gang rape the man and take revenge on the man. However, the gangsters were too weak and were beaten up instead. Even in a simple shed on the construction site, he was kneeling on a rudimentary plank made of wooden boards. Shaking his snow-white ass to meet the impact of the man behind him, he was so excited that he couldn't stop screaming. He will not admit that a migrant worker tempts him. "Pervert, you are a wolf in sheep's clothing!" "Baby you are my sheep like flowers and jade!" Gong/Top: Xiong Zhipeng Shou/Bottom: Rong Baiwen Note: The cover is not mine! DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT MY OWN STORY! CREDITS TO THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR! I'm only translating it with Google Translate and Grammarly for grammar. I also edit some words so that everybody can enjoy reading it, especially the spicy parts. English is not my first language so you have been warned. Enjoy~

“Uh…!” A man in dangling rusty chains and rattling shackles asked, “Am I dead?” There was loud sobbing mixed with louder cheering in the background. “I don’t know, lad,” Replied another man with a stringy grey beard and quivering hands next to him. "The air reeks of it, though." Crows were cawing, and necks were bowing. The man gazed up at the falling sky. “Oh.” “Do you want to hear a tale?” Softly asked the elder. “…. aye.” “It’s about a notorious pirate who bears a Scarlet Blade.” Author's Note: Ahoy, Me Hearties! Avast yer ears for here soh story. For yuh see it not historically accurate but take notes from the era. Savvy! I live in the Caribbean, so I always deemed pirates cool. Though it's my first fiction, please tell me all the good, the bad, and the shite. Expect to read about a fierce pirate’s world, the brethren code, cannibals, uncharted waters with mysterious dwelling creatures, ghost tales, and more. So, sail with us or walk the bloody plank! But for real, I really hope you chaps enjoy it.

Free falling is the worst kind of falling. It's the kind of fall where you lose control of it, there's no hope to land on you feet and always the promise of pain. I never anticipated that I would be free falling right now. Right into a dark abyss that consumes all. A dark abyss called love and its calling my name. They tell me that you can always land on your feet and get back up, but what I'm facing you can't get back up from. "How could I have been so reckless?" I ask myself, "To fall for one of his kind is death and now I must walk the plank."

PART ONE The boy's name wasSantiago . Dusk was falling as the boy arrived with his herd at an abandoned church. The roof had fallen in long ago, and an enormous sycamore had grown on the spot where the sacristy had once stood. He decided to spend the night there. He saw to it that all the sheep entered through the ruined gate, and then laid some planks across it to prevent the flock from wandering away during the night. There were no wolves in the region, but once an animal had strayed during the night, and the boy had had to spend the entire next day searching for it. He swept the floor with his jacket and lay down, using the book he had just finished reading as a pillow. He told himself that he would have to start reading thicker books: they lasted longer, and made more comfortable pillows. It was still dark when he awoke, and, looking up, he could see the stars through the half-destroyed roof. I wanted to sleep a little longer, he thought. He had had the same dream that night as a week ago, and once again he had awakened before it ended.