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Longneck Rifle Ammo

Little Light Lord

[An Announcement from the Author: LLL will undergo major reformations! Expect a reboot of this confusing storyline sometime early January! Thank you for all of your support thus far.] Gods rule over the fundamental creations of life. Lords watch and rule over these Gods’ creations. Phos, the Lord of Light, found himself cornered by a sharpshooter in the dead of the night. This unlikely encounter led to destiny. — The marksman needed to kill a kind, beautiful man. From the photos, his target had crystalline orange eyes and glowing silver hair that cascaded down to the floor in waves. But, as with everything, the real man looked far more lucent and stunning. Like a soft light, like the first glimmer on the ocean’s surface as the Sun arose. Before he could raise his sniper’s rifle to extinguish this ray of light, however, the beautiful target pulled out a pistol and shot him straight in the abdomen. “I hope you don’t die. Good day.” With that, he swiftly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness, his long hair bouncing to his every crisp footstep. Leaving behind the confused marksman, who, dazed, clutched his new wound and slumped to the floor. Later on, the marksman managed to act stupid enough to gain his target’s trust. Showing his true colours, he toyed with a lock of his former victim’s hair, which was as silky and soft as he imagined. He held it to his lips, raised a corner of his black turtleneck to show the bulletwound on his abdomen, and whispered in a deep voice: “This wound, how will you repay it?” The original target, who shined like a dim candlelight under the rays of the moon, stretched up his bound arms to the hitman, brought a gentle hand to his skin, covered the wound… and with an unapologetic, professional business smile, he replied: “I’m sorry, are you really sure you have a scar there? How come I don’t see anything?” The marksman: … It’s because you’re covering it. The man he originally had to kill, who wore white silk pyjamas and a flame-like orange scarf every day and who looked like he could fall over with a slight push from the wind, was actually very resistant—and really, really pissed him off. Cover Art: nonsang_08 Upload Schedule: Every 3 days
E_S_Sonnomett · 22K Views

CONSULT REPUTABLE LOST CRYPTO RECOVERY SERVICES /DIGITAL HACK RECOVERY

Moving is one of life’s great stressors, but losing access to your crypto wallet during the chaos? That’s next-level stress. Picture this: I had just moved into a new apartment, ready to start fresh, and during the madness of unpacking, I somehow misplaced my hardware wallet containing a staggering $480,000 in Bitcoin. Yes, you read that right—$480,000! It felt like losing a winning lottery ticket in a sea of boxes. In a panic, I began tearing through every box, drawer, and closet like a contestant on a home improvement show, only to come up empty-handed. “It has to be here somewhere!” I muttered to myself, desperately rifling through bubble wrap and crumpled packing paper. I was convinced my wallet had sprouted legs and decided to go on an adventure of its own. After a few sleepless nights filled with nightmares of lost funds and dwindling hopes, I knew I needed help. That’s when I called Digital Hack Recovery. I figured if anyone could help me locate my missing wallet, it was them. Their reputation for expertise in wallet recovery was my only glimmer of hope amidst the chaos. As I explained my predicament complete with an embarrassing recount of my moving blunders—their team remained unfazed by my moving mishap. They assured me that they had dealt with all sorts of wallet dilemmas, from the absurd to the downright tragic. I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Their team immediately got to work on the case, employing their advanced forensic tools to dive into the digital depths of my lost wallet’s information. As the hours passed, I paced around my new apartment, trying to focus on anything other than the sinking feeling in my stomach. Would they be able to recover my funds, or was I destined to wallow in my own packing misfortune? To my sheer astonishment, it didn’t take long for them to work their magic. In no time at all, they had recovered my wallet’s information and confirmed that my $480,000 was safe and sound! I felt like I’d been handed a lifeline amidst the turmoil of my move. Now, I label everything during moves including my wallet! If you ever find yourself in a similarly stressful situation, I can’t recommend Digital Hack Recovery enough . They turned my moving disaster into a success story, saving my sanity and my life savings in the process! For quick assistance talk to Digital Hack Recovery through⁚ WhatsApp +19152151930 Email; digitalhackrecovery@techie.com Website; https://digitalhackrecovery.com
Ashlyn_Beth · 900 Views

Blue Paint

"Hey, want to be reincarnated?" It all started with that simple question, sure it wasn't said exactly in that way or context but it's all the same, the events remained the same... and so did its effects, its effects on both her story and on herself. Mysterious beings sending people across the many worlds through a cafe and their strange sense of doing things have brought her into an experience that she would either regret experiencing or look back on as necessary suffering. An alien planet of human-looking people who display power and skills of unique origin. With blasters, air rifles, railguns, flying ships, flying cars, spaceships, teleporters, and enormous rings, she woke to find herself in a world that was foreign to her with all forms of objects that she could only dream of. They continuously went against what she thought to be humanly possible, though I guess that is no longer a valid thought to have, they however have predetermined thoughts about her. The people there despised her existence, they wished for her pain, her suffering, her death... Throughout many years of pain and suffering, she still found a way to come out on top, she found a way to prove her existence ignoring all that was done to her and said about her. Like a bolt of lightning, she came quickly, she came loudly, and she left her presence in the hearts and minds of the people she encountered, for that was what she desired, for however much they wanted her erasure and disappearance she wanted them to be reminded of her presence even more. Blue Paint. Her hair and eyes cultivate the paint that is splattered across the canvas that is her, and the pain she amasses shall be the brush she uses to plaster said paint. At the end of the journey even with the many things, she shall experience on the way her mind will always go back to when she was asked that very simple question. "Hey, do you want to be reincarnated?" *** Extra Tags – Gender-bender, Action, Adventure, War, etc. Chapter length - 1500 - 2700 One chapter a week. (No promises) COVER IS NOT MINE, I am not the cover's rightful owner. If the original artist wants it taken down then please contact me! Discord: https://discord.gg/cBKysw4VFx
Pasithea_Midnight · 202K Views

Cooper Black

Picture this: a bunch of American outlaws, the kind who lent money to fellow criminals with a "robbery loan" interest rate, decide they want their cash back. But hold on to your spurs, because just as they're gearing up for a wild ride, they get a call from an anti-criminal organization. Yeah, you heard that right — these outlaws now have a side hustle working for the good guys! So, as they're mulling over whether to return the borrowed money or embark on a career change, boom! Foreign troops crash the American party like they're searching for the world's best hot dogs. Now, our reckless outlaws, the true connoisseurs of chaos, find themselves with a new mission: bring peace back to the land of the free. Enter Cooper Black, the modern American cowboy with a penchant for crashing criminal parties. He's not your typical cowboy; he's more likely to ride a motorcycle than a horse, and his arsenal of six-shooters has been upgraded to automatic assault rifles. Cooper spends his days attacking big mafia leaders, terrorists, and any troublemakers who dare disturb his afternoon nap. But wait, there's more! In between taking down bad guys, Cooper has hobbies that would make even the most seasoned daredevils raise an eyebrow. You can certainly expect this vigilante cowboy to be meticulously crafting miniature cactus gardens and hosting tea parties for his action figures, at home. Will Cooper and his ragtag gang of outlaws manage to reclaim their cash, complete the anti-criminal organization's missions, and kick those foreign troops out of the good ol' U.S. of A? Grab your popcorn and saddle up, partner—it's time for a rootin' tootin' adventure with Cooper Black, the cowboy who's wilder than a rodeo bull on roller skates!
Distil · 23.3K Views

Cahill

I could hear the din from the bar as I exited my SUV and I was still almost a block away. What a shame! I knew from long experience that would change as soon as my foot crossed the threshold. I tend to have that effect on people. I’m six feet six inches tall and I weigh an even 250 pounds—all of it broad shouldered muscle. My Body Mass Index at my last physical was less than four percent. My light brown hair is styled exactly the way it’s been for the past fifteen years—ever since I first joined the Navy. Sure enough, no sooner had I taken my first step into the bar than the noise died. When I turned left and stepped up to the bar the people there couldn’t back away fast enough. I took a stool in the middle of the empty space and sat down, waiting for the bartender to approach. “I’m not looking for any trouble.” “Good…neither am I. Give me a ginger ale.” He reached under the bar for a glass and some ice. Twenty seconds later he slid the glass in my direction. I pulled a fiver from my pocket and dropped it on the bar. He ignored it and walked away to draw a few beers and pour some wine. It looked to me like this was a pretty cheap crowd. Checking up and down the bar all I could see were longnecks and drafts. I reached into the lower left pocket of my cargo pants. Like almost everything else I was wearing they were a true deep navy blue. My heavy shoes were black as was my wide belt. My belt said as much about me as the bold white lettering across my chest. Just below the American flag over my heart were the letters that were my life—U. S. MARSHAL. On my right hip was my nickel plated .44 Magnum Colt Python, just behind two speed loaders in addition to the twenty-four rounds on the belt. On my left hip was my ASP Talon baton—every bit as deadly a weapon in my hands as the revolver. A pouch at the back of my right hip held my stainless steel handcuffs and its partner on the opposite side held my radio—my link to my backup team. I placed the photo flat on the bar as the bartender returned to me. “I’ll have another,” I said in a loud voice, continuing so I wouldn’t be overheard. “Don’t pick it up and don’t make a production of looking at it. I’ve been told that he comes here a lot. Is he here tonight? If he is and he escapes because you’ve given me away I’ll see to it that you’re arrested for obstruction of justice.” He gulped a few times but did as he was told, nodding slightly in response. I continued almost at a whisper. “If my nose is pointing to twelve o’clock, my right ear to three, the back of my head to six, and my left ear to nine, tell me where he is. Again, don’t point or do anything obvious and we’ll be fine.” He pretended to wipe the bar as he whispered, “About 4:30 with his back to you.” I picked up the reflection in the mirror then asked, “Red shirt with black and white stripes, looking away from me?” He nodded again. Now, in my normal tone of voice I asked, “Where’s the men’s room?”
Fredrick_Udele · 19.8K Views

The Modern Weapons and Demonic Army

The last battle between the demonic army and the human army is over. Thousands of denizens and demons from the demonic army died during the final battle, leaving the demonic army with nothing but small numbers on its path.  Demonic Lord Franzen is outnumbered, outgunned, and running out of options. The remnants of his army's only hope on the last expedition are to find the legendary weapons before the last human offense dropped them down.  The eternal battle between humans and demons decisively takes a modern turn when the demonic army uses modern weapons left by now dead dragon guardian, Dalrazir. It’s a wild free-for-all, with the human forces struggling to deal with the remains of the demonic army.  However, the weapons come with their own curse, in the form of modern doctrines and ways of thinking. With modern solutions, come modern problems clashing with classic way of thinking, especially in a world that doesn't follow the Geneva Convention.  This is a story about a demonic lord, an ogre, a wolf denizen, and a goblin. Or we should say, the commander, the special forces, and the grunt. Follow their adventures as they brought civilizations back to their land as quirks and mishaps happen from the curse of modern weapons.  This human is the commander of the army? Take this TAC-50 .50 BMG rifle and do your thing with him.  A horde of undead skeletons are outside of the gate you say? Get the M1 Abrams main battle tank and squash them! What did you say? A dragon? Forget about your S-Class adventurers. Dispatch the F-15!
Blare_ · 24.2K Views

Tricking My Cold Lover

He hated working with women. She turned herself gay so she can keep her job. They wound up finding themselves in a hilarious misunderstanding, preventing them from telling their true heart’s yearning. **** “I don’t like women directly reporting to me!” He yelled at her after learning he would be working with a mere woman. Xia Yanmei replied, “I understand how you don’t like women and I support you wholeheartedly.” “Are you a lunatic? I just said I detest women!” Anton Yeong repeated himself, already agitated. His brows were drawn together while his eyes were like a laser, ready to pierce a hole through her body. “Oh, you were referring to me? I’m sorry. Sometimes, I forget. I am actually a woman… The truth is, I am a man trapped in a woman’s body!” That was all she could think of to secure his trust. In order to keep her job and remain away from her father’s pestering, she tricked the cold and powerful Anton Yeong in more ways than one. It was from that moment that he was willing to give her a chance, and it was because she turned herself into gay that she kept living a lie... only to regret it after falling for his unorthodox approach. ***** “Can you pretend to be my girlfriend?“ Said the icy man wearing her silk robe. The man before her was none other than Anton Yeong, the CEO of JKW Investments and Yeong Guns and Ammos Corporation. Belonging to one of the wealthiest families in Korea, many women wished to be wed to this indifferent man, but he chose to make her his fake lover. ***** Yanmei knew her lover was angry with her. She came out of the bathroom, revealing her sexiness. She brushed her hair with her fingers before biting her lip and placing both her hands on her waist. "Are - you - still - angry with me?" Like a lingerie model, Yanmei raised one of her legs while looking seductively at Anton. She bit her lip again and asked, "Are you still... angry with me?" Yanmei traced her legs with both her hands, slowly gliding them from her thighs, up to her silky smooth behind. Her hands resumed to soar up her waist and then cupping her breasts from under the thin layer of a torn shirt. Letting out a seductive sigh, she asked, "Could you really dare to be angry with me?" ***** Join me as I tell this romantic comedy through this book and hope that you will love it the same way as my first novel. ***** WARNING: This novel contains content of a very adult nature. If you are easily offended or are under the age of 18, you may opt to skip this. I have two covers, one is a bought licensed picture. The other is a photo by Sergio Souza of Unsplash. If you prefer a novel that is naughty with both action and lots of love (smuts included), you may go for The President's Lover is a Fighter. The story has already ended, so you won't end up in a cliffhanger. Join me on my server: https://discord.gg/mGDZ6aH IG: https://www.instagram.com/authorlilhyz/ FB: https://www.facebook.com/LiLhyzwithlove
LiLhyz · 4.3M Views

The 90's Kid - Season Two

In this second season, tensions on the playground rise with the heat, water guns and laser rifles shoot into the fun-filled air, and Millie steps out of her destined timeline to help the uncle-nephew duo made up of Wes and Jace. But their antics haven’t gone unnoticed by the Time Cops and other prying eyes. Now Royal Valley itself could be in danger. And what secrets may be buried underneath the King Arcade amusement park? Season One: https://www.webnovel.com/book/the-90's-kid---season-one_21714385905126005 This is a novelization of a cartoon show that never existed. But now it can, inside your head. Formatted like a show, every episode is the same length, so it's easy to fit into your busy schedule! Or just do how the modern kids do and binge it. The 90's Kid is a fun, mostly light-hearted romp oozing with nostalgia but also written to appeal to anyone from any generation who likes Back to the Future, time travel in general, fun, pop culture, media, callbacks, obscure references, water gun fights, sleepovers, amusement parks, classic Nickelodeon, vaporwave, video games, lazy summers, recess, secret kid clubs, or even school itself, if that's their thing. The series website has art, nostalgic commercials, a cast page, more background info, and even Spotify playlists! www.90skidstory.com As it was written prior to our troubled version of 2020, the story partially takes place in a more idealistic version of the year. But that's okay; time travel is all about alternate timelines anyway.
digiGekko · 15.9K Views
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