The Prayer Piano Chords Easy

Julio was once the reputable consigliere to Don Picasso, a mafia lord who had taken him in from the streets and treated him like a son. However nothing could have prepared him for the sudden murder of his master and then himself by the old man's only son, Pedro Picasso. During his final moments, Julio decided to take a leap of faith and make a prayer, only the prayer was made to the devil himself who was listening. A deal was made, torment and eventual ability to return to take revenge in exchange for his soul. Julio undergoes torture for years in hell and when he is finally released, he has a hell system to help him unleash hell itself on everyone including innocents.

This is the story of a guy who one day finds himself transmigrating into a yandere otome game—something he never imagined could happen. His very presence starts to change the entire plotline, shifting the story in unexpected ways as he struggles to survive in a world filled with dangerous, obsessive characters.

[ THE EARTH YOU KNOW WILL END IN SIX DAYS ] After the text appeared the world was no longer the same. The apocalyptic scenarios that humanity could imagine began to occur one after another. Monsters, meteors, natural disasters. All of them came after the six-day countdown ended. Fortunately, humans are given something to fight back. Or actually to make things much more interesting. They became Players. No one knows who is behind all this. Humans have no other choice but to survive amid this chaos by playing. But Clyde didn't live it like the others. Because he was the only human who had the lowest difficulty in the End Time Game. He plays in Easy Mode, and he already read this kind of thing in web novels. Except, there are no such thing as 'Regressor' in those webnovels. Until he met them. "Wait, I only hit that monster once and it died right away?!" “Whoa, I got an A-grade weapon right away!?” "There are... 4 Regressors?" How is Clyde's journey in this apocalyptic world with the lowest difficulty? is he going to become a Hero, or just dominate the humans, the Gods, and the Supernatural beings? [ THIS IS NOT HAREM STORY. ]

"Junior Brother Qin, do you want a wife or not?" A well-meaning senior martial brother of Qin Changqing's brought a wife to him, and Qin Changqing had no reason to refuse. Qin Changqing unexpectedly arrived in this world, diligently cultivated for thirty years, yet still remained useless. Well, he decided to give up his cultivation, get married, and have children. That would be great!

Cultivation is hard? Seriously?! I Cultivate by running my mouth!

In a world that has cast us out, we stand amidst the darkness. We have no land, no name, only this path. We are the shadows behind this wall. We are the forgotten guardians of the world. We are the Outcasts, and we will endure, or die on our path.

On a noisy night in the city, in a small studio at the corner of the street, soft light illuminated the window surrounded by shimmering piano keys. Inside, behind the elegant keys, a handsome man named Steve sat with intense focus. His sharp features and charming smile exuded a mysterious aura that captivated anyone who looked at him. Steve was not just a piano teacher; he was a maestro in the world of music, with skills that could make hearts race. Every finger that danced over the keys produced melodies capable of transporting listeners to another realm. However, his talent was not the only thing that drew attention. Behind the dazzling notes he played was a captivating charm that made his students, aged 17 and up, shiver whenever he discussed music. One of them was Viona, an 18-year-old girl with dreams of becoming a skilled pianist. With each lesson, Viona felt enchanted by Steve's charisma, and in every piano beat, she experienced the tension between pride in her progress and the shyness that lingered in her heart when interacting with her handsome teacher. In the practice sessions that began with dancing piano keys, there was more than just music lessons hidden between them. A story involving love, dreams, and vulnerability, where each melody could open a window into their souls, and each session became more than just notes — but also a step toward something deeper. Steve and Viona would come to realize that sometimes, the most beautiful melodies are not the ones played on stage, but those that resonate in their hearts...

Hace diez años, la banda más famosa de la escuela, The Hollow Chords, desapareció de la escena sin dejar rastro. Nadie sabe exactamente qué pasó, pero las teorías van desde traiciones y peleas hasta secretos oscuros que la banda nunca quiso revelar. Para la mayoría, solo es una vieja historia de la escuela, un rumor que quedó enterrado con el tiempo... pero no para Izan, Niko y Hana, tres adolescentes del Club de Fotografía. Oficialmente, se dedican a cubrir eventos y noticias escolares, pero en realidad solo lo hacen por el chisme y los rumores que circulan por los pasillos. Cuando una pista inesperada sobre The Hollow Chords aparece en medio del último día de clases, lo que comenzó como una simple curiosidad se convierte en una investigación de verano. Entre archivos olvidados, entrevistas con exalumnos y extrañas advertencias de quienes parecen querer enterrar la verdad, los tres descubrirán que lo que pasó hace una década fue más que una simple separación. Con cada pieza que encajan, se acercan más a un misterio que alguien quiere mantener oculto. Pero si van a descubrir la verdad, tendrán que estar preparados para lo que The Hollow Chords dejó atrás.

Ji Rong died suddenly after staying up all night playing an online game, only to wake up as the evil villainess who meets her demise at the hands of the heroine in the game’s ending. Determined to change her fate, she resolved to fight against the heroine until the bitter end. But then, the sweet and naive heroine unexpectedly… awakened. A certain “mad dog” pounced on her, whispering teasingly into her ear: “Senior Sister, isn’t this fun?” Expressionless, Ji Rong replied, “Not at all.” Now, facing the heroine who radiates dark energy and wears “I’m no good” on her face, Ji Rong could only weep internally and curse the game developers for ruining her youth. From a near-death awakening: “I can’t believe it—the NPC… is me!” Having reincarnated as the villainous Senior Sister, Ji Rong initially thought she was handed the script for The Villain’s Redemption Story—or at least I Became a Light at the End of the Game. Instructions: 1. The realm levels in the text are: Beginning Realm, Spiritual Communication, Heart-Seeking, Riding the Wind, Stepping on the Moon, Chasing the Clouds, Infinite, Desperate, Returning to the Dust. -------------------------------------------------------- You can also join my patreon for more chapters, just search: Crimson_Lore Patreon

werewolves, machines in human form, an interdimensional cataclysm and at the center a time traveling peace keeper

Junior was born with a congenital neurological disorder, causing him to lose his sight before his first birthday. This fact changed the course of his life and tore his family apart. Somehow, his condition has also rewired the parts of his brain related to hearing. The unique way he experiences sound is sometimes more a curse than a blessing, but it does inspire him with a passion for music. Just as Junior’s life starts to feel like it’s maybe not so bad . . . well, the apocalypse happens. But in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.

The battlefield was alive with echoes—phantom blades clashing, spectral shields forming in the air. Kai gritted his teeth as his Resonance Construct flickered, his emotions unsteady. The shadow at his feet rippled, whispering to him, urging him to let go. To surrender. His Psyche Alchemy burned hot, anger twisting into raw energy, but if he pushed too far, his soul’s frequency would spiral into chaos. Across from him, Sienna’s melody rang through the air, her Soul Chords weaving a defensive harmony that pulsed against his attacks. He had to stabilize. Had to match her rhythm before the Shade consumed him whole.

A tale of time, an eternal sonnet of love! The haunting past, the vengeance in present and the battle for a peaceful future, and somewhere, somehow, the eternal blossom of love, the fragrance of hope, and the divine reunion! Describes the eternity of love, through an eternal waiting just for a moment to be captured, captured in heart! The battle between the good and the evil!! And, which would win?! ************* Volume 1:- Amara and the mystery! Amara, a normal young woman in her twenties who lost her parents in an accident. Leading a life of a news reporter in assistance of her friends. However, her simple life takes an upside down turn when appears an immortal, the one who suddenly becomes the saviour of her long dead parents, returning back everything she once lost! The sudden turn of her life, that made her believe in supernatural existence, feel thankful for the immortal. However, everything seems to fall apart when the immortal claims to be her husband from her past life, and the unexpected revelations about her own existence and her parents' death doesn't help much either! How is she supposed to respond as?! Her journey, a tale to be heard! And, would you join?!

My first actual novel so enjoy! :]

In the heart of a vast and fertile land, nestled amidst rolling hills and lush meadows, stood the grand mansion of the De Lolce family. This stately home belonged to Duke Castel and Duchess Aerwyna, a couple whose reputation preceded them throughout the entire nation of Philippeldephia. Duke Castel was celebrated far and wide as the most brilliant scientist in the country, his mind teeming with discoveries that pushed the boundaries of what was possible. In contrast, Duchess Aerwyna was renowned for her culinary prowess, her dishes and baked goods the very definition of perfection, sought after by the elite of the land. Three years into their blissful marriage, their joy knew no bounds when Aerwyna gave birth to triplets. Yet, their happiness was cruelly snatched away when the babies, too weak to survive, passed away shortly after entering the world. The grief was unbearable, and neither Castel nor Aerwyna could reconcile with the tragedy that had befallen them. The halls of their mansion, once filled with dreams of a bright future, were now heavy with sorrow. But Duke Castel, a man driven by the relentless pursuit of knowledge, refused to accept fate’s verdict. One fateful night, he conceived a daring experiment—one that could defy the natural order and bring their children back from the brink of death. In the dim glow of his laboratory, surrounded by beakers and vials of mysterious substances, he worked tirelessly, driven by a desperate hope. Finally, the moment arrived. Castel was on the verge of success, his hands trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. But in a single, fateful moment, as he reached for the final component, his hand accidentally knocked over a set of strange chemicals. The colorful liquids spilled across the lab table, seeping into the lifeless bodies of the three infants. In an instant, something extraordinary began to happen. The triplets, instead of merely returning to life, started to change. Their small forms absorbed the spilled concoction, and they became something... different. The experiment had gone awry, and the results were beyond anything Castel could have predicted. From that night onward, the De Lolce mansion became the stage for a series of unexpected events, as the once-ordinary lives of Castel and Aerwyna took a turn toward the extraordinary—all because of a single, accidental spill that altered the course of their family’s destiny. Note: This is more like a long script rather than a novel type.

Synopsis: The House at the End of the Lane Amir never believed in ghosts. The old, abandoned house at the end of the lane had always been the subject of terrifying village rumors, but he dismissed them as mere superstitions. However, when he returns to Kampung Sempadan after years away, something about the house feels different—darker, more sinister. Strange whispers echo through the night, shadows move behind the cracked windows, and every step he takes seems to be watched by unseen eyes. As Amir digs deeper into the house’s past, he discovers a horrifying truth buried beneath decades of silence. Some doors should never be opened. Some houses should remain abandoned. But something inside that house has been waiting for him… and now, it won’t let him leave.

Helen settled in the living room, the silence heavy like an unwelcome weight. The only sound in the room, the soft ticking of the wall clock, reminded her that time was going—time she no longer wanted to count. Her mind a mist of thoughts, she subconsciously followed the edge of her coffee mug, her fingers fluttered slightly. None of the questions gnawed at her throughout the long, sleepless night could be answered. \n \n She had only arrived from the hospital early that morning. The doctor's words pulsed in her mind like an unusual symphony: *You're pregnant, Helen. Your baby is now. The child was not anybody's kid. This offspring was Jack's. She ought to have felt something, should have been elated, but she did not. No happiness came from the news. Not today at all. Not after everything that had turned out. For months now, Jack had withdrawn. At first there were minor indicators—forgotten anniversaries, the sudden late work hours, the missed phone calls. But everything changed when she discovered the lipstick on his shirt collar, the one that was not hers, the one she was sure didn belonged to anyone he worked with. He didn't even attempt to hide it. Though he was not one to be totally truthful either, Jack was not one to fib. \n \n The door banging wide open disrupted her thinking. \n \n Jack's fists clenched at his sides in the doorway, his face red with fury. Once warm and love for her, his eyes were now cold and free of any compassion. "Helen," he howled, his voice cutting, "I want a divorce." The words stung her as a slap to the face. The way she felt she knew everything came undone was as if the planet moved below her. Her stomach turned and her heart pained. Things were not meant to be like this. Her trust, her love, her dedication she had provided him. And still, here he was saying she is over. Jack waited not for an answer. His eyes on hers, he tore into the room. He appeared more furious than she had ever seen him. "I'm seeing Jane," he snapped out, as though he had just revealed a new line of sneakers. Your worst enemy. the one who really knows how to make me happy. Helen is better than you. She is more sensitive, finer, and more affectionate. She truly pays attention when I speak; not like you." \n \n Helen's throat clenched as she fought to consume the lump of bitterness rising inside her. Jane? The idea of it made her stomach turn with a combination of shock and treachery; this very same Jane with whom she had been loved for years? How might Jack accomplish this? How could he betray her with the one person she trusted most? Jane wasnuggested completed. "You at most can't give me a child," he went on venomously. "I maybe do not even know why I am still here. For years you have been infertile. I must not continue living like this. I need someone who can provide me the future—someone who can fulfill me. Helen blinked, his words piercing her heart like stings. She opened her mouth to talk, to justify herself, to describe how she had exhausted every means to conceive, but the words caught in her throat. It was pointless. Jack had his mind fixed. Already left, he would not change no matter what she said. \n \n Her lips released a cold, derisive laugh, a hushed sound that sounded like it echoed all over the otherwise quiet room. "You believe it is that simple?" she said, her voice full of feeling trembling. "You believe you can simply discard everything we have developed because you found someone else? Simply younger, simply prettier, simply someone who can give you children?" Jack's eyes stiffened, his jaw set, and he walked a step toward her. Absolutely. Whenever first person pronouns are used in sentences, I respond. I have had it with you, Helen. There is no need for me to justify myself. Simply sign the documents. It has come to an end.

Follow the story of a regular maths teacher that is now reincarnated into a cultivation world. yes the mc is a real life person, not only that he is also my maths teacher. I thought it would be a funny idea to write a parody story about him.

After being banished by Zeus, the god of warfare, Ares, seeks revenge against the realms of both mortals and immortal beings. The series follows Chrestos, the son of a former soldier from Sparta, Amaya, the half-human daughter of a nymph, and Helios, the god of the sun, as they encounter monsters and acolytes in an attempt to prevent the rise of Ares.

A samurai, ill from a war long since passed, embarks on a harrowing journey across the continent to return his master's blade to the Isle of Mist. His sole companion is his master's estranged lover—an enigmatic monster-hunter-turned-hitman who hopes that, by joining the quest, he can redeem himself. The two find themselves entwined in an unlikely friendship brought together by shared grief, guilt, and hope. SFW, but does contain mature themes, sexual references, drug use/addiction, and violence.

"You might be the best killer in the underworld but that is all you are , a killer " Ivana spat out. Alara stayed silent. "A killer can't be a wife much less a mother. So why don't you make things easier for me and disappear. Rae will never marry you and your baby can't be raised by a killer ". she added. She felt a gush of wind blinking but then gasped . Alara had her table knife down on her neck , the coldness of both the steel on her neck and look in her eyes sent shivers down her spine. "Love put the knife down " Rae said to Alara. Ivana gulped still staring into the cold blood thirsty eyes down on her. she didn't seem to want to move . Rae stood up and gently took her hand from Ivana's neck , "Come on , let's get you some cake " he said to Alara. Suddenly her eyes turned soft as she dropped the knife and followed her fiancé off to the kitchen. ......... Sent to kill him but is now carrying his child . A deadly assassin must choose between the father of her child who refuses to let her go ,the organisation that is now threatening her family and the responsibilities of becoming a mother and wife.

A kingdom on the edge of war. Three men locked in a battle of wits, will, and survival. Each with a target. Each with a purpose. None with the luxury of trust. A Soldier, forged in battle and betrayal, seeks only one thing-vengeance. His blade is drawn for the King who cast him aside, and though he is but a pawn in another's game, he cares not. If the Poet whispers the right words to guide his strike, so be it. He was always meant to kill. A Poet, whose words shape fates as surely as steel, watches from the shadows. He does not crave the throne, nor does he desire the King's downfall. He needs the King's power, the web of influence that shields his work. But the Soldier? The Soldier is a problem. A problem that must be erased. A King, who has ruled long enough to know that war is rarely won with swords alone. He respects the Soldier's strength, wishes to guide him toward peace-but peace is a fool's dream when the Poet lingers near. The King cannot allow the schemer to slip free, cannot allow the Soldier to fall deeper into his grasp. He watches, he waits, yet even a King's reach has limits. Each man has a target, but in a world where power shifts like sand and the lines between ally and enemy blur, the battle soon becomes more than they ever intended. In the end, only one will stand. Or perhaps, none at all.

In the wake of a devastating personal tragedy, young Sarah finds herself adrift in a sea of doubt and despair, questioning everything she once believed about faith and love. As she navigates the shadows of her grief, she encounters a series of remarkable individuals—each embodying the very essence of compassion and hope. From a wise elderly neighbor who shares stories of resilience to a spirited child who sees beauty in the mundane, these unexpected encounters begin to illuminate the path toward healing. Through their kindness and unwavering faith, Sarah slowly learns that even in the darkest moments, love can shine through, guiding her back to the light. As she embarks on a journey of self-discovery, Sarah must confront her pain and the barriers she has built around her heart. Will she find the strength to embrace the love that surrounds her and rediscover her faith, or will the darkness continue to overshadow her life? Join Sarah on a poignant journey of loss, healing, and the transformative power of love in "The Light in the Darkness," where hope flickers in the most unexpected places.

In the quiet village of Eldermere, blacksmith Leora Swithen's life takes a shocking turn when the village hermit, Mannuel, reveals that she is the prophesied Redeemer—the one destined to save or doom the world. Skeptical and afraid, Leora dismisses the prophecy until an ancient relic awakens a hidden power within her. As monstrous creatures descend upon the village, Leora is forced to confront her newfound abilities. With the fate of her people in her hands, she must make an impossible choice—embrace her destiny or let fear consume her. The storm has begun, and her decision will shape the world’s future.