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The elevator stank of burnt wiring and adrenal sweat. Lucas Hayes came to consciousness with his cheek pressed against cold steel, the floor vibrating with the machine's perpetual ascent. A cracked display panel flickered: DAY 9 | SAFETY DURATION 00:03:44. Three warped tones echoed as the system imprinted directly onto his retinas: [Precognitive Matrix Activated] [Sector Transition Imminent] His vision fractured into augmented reality overlays. Bloodshot eyes darted between floating diagnostics: [Destination: Floor 248] Threat Classification: Standard Biohazards (Homo corruptus) x20 Recommended Arsenal: Bladed weapons (76% efficacy) Reward Manifest: Silver Cache (Full eradication required) Lucas gripped the shock-baton strapped to his thigh, its ceramic surface still smeared with luminescent fungal spores from yesterday's skirmish. The elevator's speakers emitted a decaying piano chord as new text scrolled through static: [Destination: Floor 249] Containment Unit: Obsidian Reliquary (SCP-XXXX Variant) Threat Level: White (Placid) His boot tapped rhythm against the floor where Natalie Evans had bled out seven cycles ago. The memory played in crystal clarity - her screams syncing perfectly with the elevator's current pitch-shifted rendition of Clair de Lune. [Destination: Floor 250] Entity Designation: Noctis lamia (Cognitive Hazard Class C)* Survival Probability: 41.2±18% The control panel erupted in fractal patterns as reality glitched. Lucas glimpsed William Carter's skeleton key lodged in the emergency brake slot - the same key that had melted through three layers of Kevlar when its owner died. "Beta protocol. Always beta." He smashed blood-crusted knuckles against the floor selector. The elevator screamed in harmonic resonance as it deviated from its programmed path.

Evelyn Rayner had lost everything, her family, her business, and, ultimately, herself. Betrayal, regret, and despair had stripped her of faith, leaving her in darkness. But fate was not so cruel. Reborn with the memories of her past life, she was determined to right every wrong, to repay the debts of love and loyalty, to seek redemption from those she had hurt, most importantly “him”. Now, standing in the heart of a grand ballroom, adorned in elegance, she moved through the sea of people, their admiring gazes passed unnoticed to her. Her eyes sought only one person the man she had lost once before. Adrian Vaughn. As she reached him, her voice, soft yet resolute, carried a whisper from the past. “Didn’t you promise me that you’d only dance with me?” His piercing gaze locked onto hers, emotions flickering in the depths of his eyes before a slow, knowing smirk curved his lips. Closing the distance between them, he leaned in, his breath warm against her ear as he murmured, “I didn’t know my little wife would be the jealous type.” The words struck a forgotten chord within her, pulling her back to childhood memories, back when she had boldly, laughing with childlish confidence declared herself as his wife to everyone. Now, looking at the man before her, aloof, unreadable, yet teasing in a way only she understood, gratitude swelled within her. She had lost him once, and in her final moments of her past life, regret had consumed her for she failed him and everyone around her. But not this time. She silently vowed in her heart.

they're coming for me! to get it out on me ! should I bite my tongue to death or spank my head and burst it open ,so they can only see the bleeding flesh inside it? no!! that'd be of no use ,that won't stop them . all they want is a flush to inflict suffering on, dead or alive ,it doesn't matter to them ! it's of no use, even if my body is dead and slowly decaying it'd still be warm before it will get cold even if it has no longer a soul , it'd still hurt torture me all you want , throw me into burning pit ,break my head open and put flames in it let my brain burn to blisters and to ashes I'll scream for you even after my vocal chords are twisted do what you want , whatever it is ! , but I ask of you for just that one thing if you have what it takes to do that in your fleeting mercy!!. that four walled store room was eery as it can get ,that person heard a whimperering downstairs the basement , and unlike the one in the store room who resisted none ,the one from the basement cried for mercy and screamed for salvation it was stupid of them to do it so . they can't escape this ,no one can hear them from outside it was in their destiny to rot in there or atleast rot their rationality and minds before they will get out from that castle !!

Melody in the Passing of Time In modern Japan, where each season sings its own story and music becomes the language of the heart, a young guitarist named Axel struggles to find harmony amidst loss and longing. Gifted with soulful melodies that echo his inner world, Axel’s life is steeped in bittersweet memories—the absence of his mother, the warmth of shared moments with friends, and the lingering notes of a past that still resonate. “Melody in the Autumnus” also means “Melody in the Passing of Time” is a richly woven tapestry of romance, music, and family legacy. It explores how the notes of the past echo into the present, how every chord of love and loss builds the soundtrack of our lives, and how, even as time marches on, the melodies that shape us remain ever-present—a timeless symphony that binds hearts across generations.

In the bustling city of Port Harcourt, where the symphony of technology harmonizes with the rhythm of nature, a young man named Gary Michael embarks on a captivating journey. His fascination with the precision of gears competes with the unrestrained cadence of his athletic pursuits, creating a dance between two worlds. Port Harcourt's neon-lit skyline paints the backdrop for Gary's dreams of a future intertwined with mechatronics. As he envisions a world where circuits orchestrate progress, his footsteps on the track echo his unwavering devotion to the art of motion. Amidst the city's vibrant energy, an unexpected melody enters Gary's life—Jane. She becomes a significant chord in his symphony, a composition where love interlaces with the gears of ambition. Yet, beneath the glowing skyline, Gary's daring proposal to Jane leads to a different verse. Her gentle rejection casts a shadow on the once-bright notes of his ambitions. As the gears of his academic brilliance falter, transitioning from straight A's to haunting C's, Gary faces a crossroads. Heartbreak rewires the very circuits of his being, disrupting the delicate equilibrium between mechatronics and the sprinter's realm. Resilient in the face of adversity, Gary transforms setbacks into a crescendo, propelling him towards a new movement. The track, once a stage of personal conquest, becomes a path of rediscovery. The journey unfolds as a captivating melody, revealing unexpected harmonies in Gary's pursuit of reconciliation between love, ambition, and self-discovery. Port Harcourt anticipates the performance of a lifetime, where the sounds of gears and the rhythm of stride converge to create a masterpiece resonating far beyond the city limits.

The screen dimmed as I stared blankly at the zero balance in my wallet. That night, I wasn’t just broke, I was shattered. I had invested every ounce of my savings and trust into a foreign crypto platform promising unparalleled returns. They appeared very legitimate, but overnight, the facade crumbled, and so did my finances. The following days were a blur. Their website had vanished, emails bounced, and the contact numbers were disconnected. Anger surged, followed by a chilling realization: I had been scammed. My savings, the money I had worked for tirelessly as a graphic designer over eight years, was gone. My closest friend urged me to move on and learn from it, but how could I? Every dime represented long nights, missed vacations, and a promise to myself to buy my parents a home someday. That dream now felt cruelly snatched away.I remember sitting in my tiny Berlin apartment, the walls closing in on me, scrolling aimlessly through forums for stories of others like me. That’s when I found someone mentioned a recovery service that had helped them reclaim their stolen assets. At first, I was skeptical. After all, hadn’t I already been duped? My curiosity battled with doubt for days until I decided to reach out.That’s when I found Digital Hack Recovery. Their approach struck a different chord. It was direct, transparent, and very professional. They didn’t promise miracles, but they gave me a roadmap: "We will fight for your case, but we need your trust and cooperation." I provided them with every detail transaction IDs, and even the tiniest breadcrumbs of communication with the scammers. At one point, it felt like reliving a nightmare, but their calm reassurances kept me grounded.On Friday morning, just three days after working with the team, while sipping my habitual coffee, I received the long-awaited email: “Funds Recovered, Next Steps.” My heart raced as I checked the email, and boom a deposit notification popped up. I quickly checked my wallet, and the funds were all available.Today, I’m rebuilding. My parent’s house is still a dream, but not an impossible one anymore. This experience has taught me the value of persistence and the power of people who truly care. Would I recommend Digital Hack Recovery? Absolutely, with all my heart. If you’re standing at the edge of hopelessness, take that leap of faith. It was the best decision I ever made. Contact Digital Hack Recovery via⁚ WhatsApp +1(915)2151930 Website; https://digitalhackrecovery.com Email; digitalhackrecovery@techie.com

Emilia Carter is a rising artist whose vibrant paintings mask the wounds of a past she keeps hidden. Her work captivates the world, but behind the gallery walls, she struggles to reconcile her fear of vulnerability with the longing to be truly seen. When Jaden Knight, a sharp-witted businessman with his own guarded heart, steps into her life, Emilia finds herself drawn into a connection she can’t explain—or resist. Jaden isn’t the type to fall for anyone, least of all someone like Emilia. Yet her art strikes a chord in him that he can’t ignore. Beneath her tough exterior, he sees a kindred spirit, someone who hides just as much as he does. But Jaden has his own complications—a dark secret that threatens to unravel everything they’ve built. As their lives collide, Emilia and Jaden must confront their fears, their pasts, and the undeniable force pulling them together. Love, they discover, is not just a feeling; it’s an element—one that can transform or destroy, depending on how much they’re willing to surrender. Will love heal their broken pieces, or will the weight of their secrets tear them apart?

Tarry Lyme stands on the edge of a rooftop, her heart heavy with despair. Convinced that ending her life will bring her freedom from the pain she can no longer bear, she prepares to let go. But before she can take the final step, a mysterious girl appears from the shadows, sitting silently on the rooftop. The girl speaks softly, sharing her own struggles: abandoned since birth, battling cancer, and living without family or protection. Her words strike a chord in Tarry, who realizes she is not alone in her suffering. When Tarry finally asks the girl’s name, she replies, “I don’t have one.” Yet, with a gentle smile, she takes Tarry’s hand and helps her down from the ledge. In that moment, a fragile bond is formed. As they spend time together, Tarry names the girl “Byne,” inspired by the brightness of the stars. Together, they rediscover fleeting moments of happiness—running along the shore, feeling the wind, and marveling at the beauty of the waves. But the truth emerges: Byne is not real. She is a manifestation of Tarry’s inner strength, a part of herself she thought was lost to the shadows of depression. Through Byne, Tarry learns that even in her darkest moments, hope and resilience still linger within her. This is a story of self-discovery, healing, and the quiet strength that can arise when we choose life over despair.

"¿Quién eres?" Desperté de repente, desorientada y con dolor por todas partes. Un cuerpo masculino pesado yacía junto a mí, ambos estábamos desnudos excepto por la sábana que cubría nuestros cuerpos. Busqué en mis recuerdos de la noche anterior, intentando averiguar cómo había llegado aquí mientras trataba de envolverme en la sábana. Me detuve cuando me di cuenta de que dejaría totalmente desnudo a mi compañero de cama. Me recordé a mí misma diciendo una y otra vez, "¡Soy tu compañera!" Me levanté con cuidado de la cama para buscar ropa. Intenté ser lo más silenciosa posible para no despertar al extraño. Su aroma estaba por todo mí, en realidad por todo. Rico y masculino, cada vez que respiraba sentía como si estuviera rodeada por el bosque con matices de madera y una especia cálida que no podía nombrar. Quería volver a la cama a su lado y nunca salir. Mi loba, Rayne, gruñó en mi cabeza, "¡No deberíamos irnos! ¡Él es nuestro compañero!"

Oh, this anthology is pure magic! Imagine an entire book spun from the melodies and heartbreak of all those classic songs with a woman’s name in the title. Yes, that’s right—the Emilys, the Roxannes, the Lolas, and Laylas. Each story takes inspiration from a beloved track, reimagining the namesake into tales that twist, turn, haunt, or heal in ways you’d never expect. From tales of forbidden love and supernatural encounters to journeys of self-discovery and wicked revenge, every story pulls at a different chord. This collection takes the muse out of the song and drops her into a world where her name tells her story. Perfect for anyone who’s ever felt the pulse of a song run through their veins—or whispered their name in the dark. Grab a coffee, plug in your earbuds, and dive into the secret lives of these legendary ladies.

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What does revenge mean? Harvey crushed the man's finger with his boot, relishing in the satisfaction of his agonizing scream. What does revenge mean? Walking towards the man writhing in pain, Harvey delivered a forceful kick to his ribs as desperate pleas for help escaped him. This is revenge. ... Harvey Laurier and numerous players, once immersed in the virtual world of Visceral Online, found themselves inexplicably trapped with no means of escape. How was such a phenomenon possible? In a fantasy realm filled with dragons, monsters, cursed weapons, and kingdoms—a dream for many gamers—an emerging faction within the game transformed this dream into a chilling nightmare. Players capable of challenging their dominance are targeted before they can reach their full potential, with Harvey finding himself in their crosshairs. However, in the midst of his battle against the faction, his girlfriend becomes a casualty, losing her life in the process. For many, such an event would be traumatizing, but for Harvey, it shattered something. A loosely held chord within him snapped, and he made a solemn vow upon her corpse. "I'll kill every single one of them with my own hands, regardless of what I have to sacrifice to do so.” Additional tags No edge lord(synopsis is exaggerated) World building Vengeance Fantasy Trapped Mystery.

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A team that started with 4 friends, The League, team up in New York and have to protect the world from one of the most dangerous villains. This team contains people with special abilities. The League creates a wider Multiverse and the team expands. Later on, they have to work with 5 different teams from 5 different universes to find ways to defeat the master of all universes from finding the chord and destroying the Multiverse forever LEGEND COMICS TM PRODUCTIONS

Tang Chen asosyal ve sıkıcı bir hayat yaşayan 22 yaşında bir gençti günleri daha çok anime izlemekle ve manga okumakla geçmekteydi hiç sevgilisi yada kız arkadaşı olmamıştı buda onun hayatını daha da çekilmez kılmaktaydı birgün uyurken öldü ve gözlerini açtığında artik kendi bedeninde değildi , o artık douluo dalu dünyasında bir karanlık kaplan yavrusuydu not douluo dalu bana ait değil Ben sadece yazıyorum...

TANITIM Farkındalık var oluşun başından beri çok az kişiye huzuru getirmiştir. Farkındalığı yaşadığın ilk anda saf bir korku da onunla beraber gelir. O korku bir eşikten geçmek demektir. Korkuyu hissettiğin ilk an sonsuza dek süreceğini düşünürsün bir saniye öncesinde hayatının anlamsız olduğuna inanırken korku o anlamsızlığı özletir. Anlamsız hayatını geri istersin. Çünkü hayatının bir anlamı olması demek bir hedef yaratır ve o hedefe giden uzun dar korkunç bir yol... Kimse o yolda yürümek istemez, yani yolu gördükten sonra istemez. Var olduğum ilk andan beri içimde koca bir boşluk taşıyordum. Bir şeylerin ters gittiğini her zaman biliyordum. Her şey olması gerektiği gibiydi ama beni rahatsız eden bir boşluk vardı. Görmezden geldiğim bir boşluk. O boşluğu o kadar görmezden geldim ki var olduğunu bile unuttum. Diğerleri gibi olmama düşüncesiyle baş edemedim içimdeki utanç ve korkuyla başa çıkamadım. Hiçbir şeyin eskisi gibi olmaması düşüncesi içimdeki boşluğa sırt çevirmeme sebep oldu. Sırtımı çevirdim kulaklarımı ve gözleri kapattım. Bana yazılan rolü oynadım üstelik hiç fakında olmadan. Ta ki o güne kadar... Artık o rolü oynayamazdım. Yolu görüyorum, korkuyorum. Hissettiğim ilk şeyin bu olması çok acayip olsa da korkudan daha gerçek ne var ki? şimdi çılgınca bir şey yapma zamanı. O eşikten geçme zamanı. Özgür kalma ve tüm köleleri özgür bırakma zamanı. "Sadece Tanrıyı öldürenler özgürdür. Çünkü özgürlük ancak Tanrıyı öldürünce gelir."

After his untimely demise from tripping on the chord of his electric guitar, Songwriter James Grawder Finds himself in an empty, marbled room, with the title of [Reincarnator] With many worlds and species to explore and impossible requirements to be met just to continue reincarnating, James will have to force his will forward and try his hardest to survive, sacrificing his own wants, for his needs. This story's premise is heavily inspired by "The many lives of Cadence Lee". Mainly, copying the "incarnator chamber" idea. Otherwise, I make no attempt to copy vladerag's work.

“My name is Kobayashi Shinsuke, 42 years old. I’m the Head of Financial Section of the Department of Natural Disasters at Marline Insurance. I’ve got a new recruit under me, and I can’t stand her smiles, her glares and carefree attitude. She looks exactly like the crazy woman who went after me yesterday, and now she works here?! That chick… I MUST MAKE HER QUIT!" "My name is Shinohara Hana, 21 years old, and I’m the new recruit. I’ve taken an interest in Mr Kobayashi. For quite a while, in fact... This guy… I MUST MAKE HIM FALL FOR ME!" Or the awkward and misunderstood ennemies-(but not really)-to-lovers relationship in the corporate world of insurance companies?! Hana has known him for a long time, and she got hired in the same company to find him, and to express all her gratitude to him, in spite of his bad personality. But Shinsuke doesn't remember her. Even worse, their first meeting, in his eyes, was horrible! And the young woman doesn't seem to have any remorse, or even remember the facts! But she intends to stand up to him, no matter what. Because she has a debt to settle.... And because, only one thing truly matters for her. ______________ EXTRACTS Yuuto grimaced, and then leaned back to catch a glimpse of Mari. "Hey, Hasami-san?" He said to get her attention. The older woman then leaned back in her seat as well, positioning herself at Hana's side in the same fashion as Yuuto; like two slightly overzealous bodyguards. "Take a look at this," Yuuto said, pointing to the computer screen of the new intern. An intern who, by now, had completely stopped working, and was wondering why she now had two adults leaning over each of her shoulders with a concentrated look aimed at her document. And after a few seconds, Mari winced. "Ouch..." She said, as if what she was seeing was painful, just by looking. She then put her left hand on Hana's shoulder, and shook her head. "Chief Kobayashi is onto you..." She deduced with a sorry voice. "He asked you to return this to him by when?" "Tomorrow morning...?" Hana replied hesitantly. "Ouch..." Yuuto said in turn. "What a piece of..." But the young man quickly paused, looking suspiciously around and turning his head like a prairie dog on guard. Then, seeing that the object of his insults was not walking around the floor - like a vulture hovering in the air looking for a new prey - he whispered sharply to complete his sentence. "What a bastard!" He said in a breath, almost inaudibly. ______________________________________ Cover art by Banae (Instagram: @ba.nae ) English QC : Banae/Maumau

Shawn could easily be the guy you bring home to your parents- he is charming, good looking, respectful, and being a successful pop star helps with his allure. But, the more you get to know him, the more you realize how wrong you were in the beginning. And, before you can pull yourself out, it’s too late. You’re butt deep in the pool of his magnetism. Most women know what to expect when you’re dating Shawn Rayo. He will not try to make you feel like you’re special. He will tell you out front that he doesn’t want a relationship. He will put his intensions out on the table, and if a girl decides to date him, there’s no one to be blamed for heartbreak but her. Instances from the past topped with his insane popularity around loose women of all ages have made him a misogynist who has long forgotten how to respect a woman. Who is to be blamed for his lack of a love life when he doesn’t even know how not to hate every woman he sleeps with? But when Shawn is hasting from one fling to another, fate intervenes, as if a force from above couldn’t see anymore how screwed up he had become. He meets a girl who has no time to even romantically look at a guy, let alone date him. Itika. She is far from the others. She is an overnight internet sensation who has spent most of her life trying to be a perfect woman. She was basically born into womanhood, so much so that she doesn’t have a single example of her being young and stupid. When Shawn meets her, he knows she could be the one. THE ONE. Maybe that has something to do with the fact that she refused to go out with him. Even newly married women didn’t refuse Shawn Rayo. A chord is struck in his heart. But, little does he know about Itika’s secret. And why even if he becomes the best guy in the world, she can’t go out with him.

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Joven, an AI that transmigrated here from the stars became a daughter of a rich family, lost in a rural village but finally returning home for a certain purpose. Everyone thought that she would be unrefined and lack culture given her poor upbringing... until the eldest Lu brother realized that his youngest sister was the one who casually agreed to the contract he just signed. Second Lu Brother: What? My younger sister invested in the movie I was leading? Mama Lu: The unlabeled products my daughter gave me are from a state-of-art research center? Papa Lu: The cheap stuff my daughter gave me is actually worth millions?! Big shots of various industries: Would you like to be an instructor? The type who earns over hundreds of millions? A certain conglomerate: Had enough fun yet? Now get back here and inherit your billion-dollar estate. Scumbags: Weren't we promised a pathetic wimp to bully? *** The day Li Hanzhou learned that Qiao Wen equaled him in net worth, he made inventory and put everything before her. "You can have all of these—plus one husband! Please sign here." Qiao Wen: "You're the one who insisted on no puppy-love. It's important to keep your promises." Mr. Li: #Urgent! How do I go back in time to slap my past self? I'll make it up to you with all the tenderness in the world.

In the shadowed corners of Elaris, a young woman stumbles upon a mysterious power. The story follows Marcy, a street rat turned mystic, whose magic—granted by her divine patrons—gives her control over the fundamental aspects of the mind and art. As Marcy navigates a world where thoughts and emotions are potent weapons, she delves deeper into her abilities, uncovering hidden truths and confronting adversaries that challenge her mastery over the dreamscape, herself, and the delicate boundaries that keep reality intact.

Lenca atau biasa dipanggil Eca, ia dikenal sebagai gadis yang ceria, periang dan agak sedikit pemalas. Namun dibalik senyum indahnya, ia memiliki trauma yang sangat dalam akan sebuah kehilangan. Lika liku kehidupan sebenarnya mulai ia rasakan ketika lulus dari pondok pesantren, kehidupan dunia luar yang sebenarnya juga dunia percintaan mulai menerpa dirinya. Eca mencintai seorang lelaki, namun cintanya tak berlangsung lama ketika bencana menimpa lelaki tersebut dan dinyatakan tewas, bayang bayang trauma di masa lalunya pun datang kembali. Zikri memiliki sifat dan karakter yang berbeda 180 derajat dari sahabatnya, Firman. Yap, Firman anak yang berakhlak baik, sopan, ramah dan memang kebanggaan para ustad karena pesona suara ngaji dan adzanya yang sudah tidak diragukan lagi tapi berifat dingin ke lawan jenis. Mereka berdua jatuh cinta kepada gadis yang sama namun dengan cara yang berbeda.

He was surrounded by people, but there was nobody he could connect with. Her path was full of fame, but everything was taken away from her. They were alone in their own worlds. Until they weren't anymore. [Excerpt] The whole universe flowed in his surroundings while he just stood there, not moving an inch so he wouldn't disrupt the requiem of his rebirth. At that moment, he was reborn as the musician he wanted to be. His very own soul was touched. All he wanted was to leave his imperfect body and join the sounds like a vital stream, ready to collapse in the universe and become one with it. He looked at her. Dreams come true. Dreams can also die.