Insolence Po Polsku

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] Euphy woke up in a desolate, abandoned bunker with no memory of how she got there. Stripped of her past and with no clues who she was, she was relying on the mysterious food supplies being delivered through a dumbwaiter to survive—until one day, they stopped. Forced to venture into the unknown, Euphy embarks on a perilous journey for survival, uncovering secrets that entangle her in a web of misfortune. As she navigates this dangerous world, she must confront her forgotten past and a royal who seeks to claim her for his own. Her quest for truth turned into a desperate fight for her very existence and freedom. Will Euphy escape the web of misfortune, or will it consume her? ** The king’s gaze flicked back to her, but this time, it seemed colder, more deliberate. His eyes swept over her torn camisole. “Who did this to her?” His voice was eerily calm, yet the weight of the question hung in the air like a storm cloud. She froze, not daring to speak, her heart thudding loudly in her chest. “I did, Your Majesty,” Count Greyfang answered, his tone almost smug, as if he expected approval. Her blood boiled at the casual cruelty in his voice. “Why?” the king asked, uninterested, his gaze fixed on Greyfang with a dangerous indifference. “I... I thought you would like it if she appeared... tattered,” Greyfang stammered, his earlier arrogance faltering under the king’s scrutiny. The king’s eyes narrowed, a cold menace creeping into his voice. “And what made you think I’d like that?” Before Greyfang could answer, there was a sudden, swift movement—a breeze cutting through the stillness of the room. Without warning, Greyfang’s head plopped to the ground, rolling a few feet away from his body before the lifeless form crumpled to the floor. She gasped, her eyes snapping shut in terror as the room plunged into silence. She could hear the sickening thud of Greyfang’s body, but she didn’t dare open her eyes. The rest of the room remained eerily quiet, as if the sudden execution had been expected. The king, sitting loosely on his throne, and unbothered, simply muttered, “Insolent bastard. Dare to compare me to a lustful animal.” He waved a hand dismissively. “Get this filthy thing out of my sight.” She flinched, fearing for a moment that he had referred to her, but the sound of heavy boots dragging Greyfang’s lifeless body confirmed otherwise. She kept her eyes tightly shut, too afraid to witness any more horror. The coldness in the king’s tone, the casual cruelty of his actions—it left her trembling. ** OTHER STORIES: Miss Not so Typical: Consider me Humored Too Gay for You: You Give me Heart Eyes A Night in the Galaxy Express Railway Join the discord: https://discord.gg/mCBYVgW8MH

In a world brimming with dungeons and dragons, Elliot is an ordinary delivery man with an extraordinary job—he navigates perilous dungeons and delivers magical items to adventurers and mystical beings. Armed with his trusty enchanted satchel and a knack for witty commentary, Elliot’s days are filled with dodging goblin attacks, negotiating with grumpy wizards, and handling magical mishaps. As he juggles deliveries and encounters bizarre creatures, Elliot learns that even the simplest tasks can lead to grand adventures. "Dungeon Delivery Service: Leveling Up by Running Errands!" is a heartwarming and humorous journey through a realm where the mundane and the magical blend in delightfully unexpected ways.

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*Author's other work (She belongs to the Demon King)* *** They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other! When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt. That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom. Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife. Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything. Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love? Excerpt "I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!" ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger. "Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love." He calmly grabbed her poking hand. "And what would that be, my fine sir?" "That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear." "You—" "And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!" "You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!" "Well you are no precious prize, are you?" And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree. His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.

In the beginning, he said, "A lowly commoner from Jiangning County? What a disgraceful status, I won't marry her!" After meeting her, he clicked his tongue, "So frail and delicate, she can't stand a blow, too weak, I refuse!" When she approached him alone, carrying the marriage book, he stood leaning on the door, grinning insolently, "Are you here to make me marry you? But this young master doesn’t want to marry young!" Upon learning she was there to annul their marriage, his face turned dark as a thunderstorm, emanating a murderous aura, "Who gave you the guts to revoke the marriage with this young master?" ... Su Rong felt, Duanhua Princess must be blind, this man was so pampered and spoiled, how was he worth dying or living for? If she had known earlier, she would have thrown the divorce letter at his face the first time she saw him. ————————————— The tender signs of spring on the delicate Hibiscus pillow, amidst the drunken flowers filling the room, unnoticed. — Su Rong. A gallant young man in fine clothes and on a steed, a single glance causes a lifetime of confusion. — Zhou Gu Your wish is my wish. I wish to have known you earlier, protect you among the aromatic chambers strewn with brocades. Tear through the illusions, cut down the thorns, with hands unstained by blood, just as pure as you were when we first met, the young and soft little girl. Your wish is my wish. I wish I had known you sooner when you were like a refreshing breeze near the moon. I dared not approach for fear of disturbing the phoenix and mandarin ducks. Praying to be the moon in the sky to cast a reflection on you, accompany you while you watch the flowers bloom in the spring and gaze at the snow in winter, each and every year at Chang'an.

DISCLAIMER :this is a work of fiction names, characters, businesses, places ,events, locale and incidents are either the products of the author imagination or used in a fictitious manner . Any resemble to actual person living or dead ,or actually events is purely coincidental. Hindi po ako perfect pati na rin po ang mga character ko. Please be advised that this story contains error typos, sensitive content, mature themes and strong language that not suitable for very young readers.

He just became the newly-crowned movie emperor when he died a tragic (actually, very stupid) death. On his way to cross the NaiHe bridge, he managed to evade Meng Po and not drink her soup. Thus keeping the memories of the life that he just had. But he would never have imagined that he would be reincarnated hundreds of thousands of years later. In the Interstellar era! If it happened to other guys, they would definitely want to be a mecha warrior. Don't most men dream of that at least once in their life? But sadly, that's not for him. There's only one goal in his mind - to be the number one star in the Interstellar era. With the knowledge and skills he got from his past life, he would definitely achieve it. But who was this annoying person who kept on pestering him? A certain prince smiled in a scary and crazy way: Cook food for me or else die. = a few months later = A certain prince leaned over and moved his face closer: I don't need food, I could just eat you. A bad tempered yandere gong X a reincarnated movie emperor shou *NaiHe bridge - a bridge that souls crossed to enter reincarnation **Meng Po - the lady on the Naihe bridge who gives out soup that lets the souls forget their memories, thus entering the cycle of reincarnation in a clean slate. Twitter: @tyramisu_wn IG: @tyramisu_novels

Il n’y a ni héritages cachés, ni querelles ancestrales, ni romances interdites dans le monde d’Arthon. Cette saga littéraire se déploie à travers la tapisserie discrète des rencontres tranquilles de la vie. Tandis qu’Arthon parcourt des paysages changeants, il converse avec des voyageurs qui ne portent aucun secret à dévoiler—seulement des pensées simples, du pain partagé, et des réflexions apaisées. Au fil du temps, il affine sa grande vision poétique, découvrant que l’esprit humain s’épanouit non pas dans de grandes révélations, mais dans des espoirs chuchotés et un artisanat patient. Le Voyage Silencieux d’Arthon est une exploration contemplative de ce que signifie persister, écouter, et trouver un sens dans les coins les plus modestes du monde.

"Get your hands off me!" she wrestle against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.

“The daughters of a man like that doesn’t deserve to live.” The crowd chattered angrily, they were ready to tear them apart. “The princesses of Elderslot should be put to death.” She raised her head slowly, she glanced at the current emperor of the Aubreun Empire, he wasn’t very much different from how she remembered him; he was only dressed in the clothes of the imperial palace and his name had changed. “Heads down you insolent witch!” One of the palace guards snapped before smacking her cheeks, her head snapped to the side and blood seeped from the cut. “The princesses of Elderslot should be put to death!” The crowd kept on chanting. “The tyranny of the duchy of Elderslot has come to an end his majesty should do us a favor and kill them all.” “Kill them all!” “Show no mercy!” “Off with their heads!” “Silence!” The Emperor yells and the crowd grew silent. “The house of Elderslot has indeed committed treason against the imperial family and the empire as a whole, but I assure you, the Duke of Elderslot and all those responsible has been executed.” Her heart hammered in her chest, and once again she dared to look up at him, he spoke with a dignified arrogance whilst radiating kingly aura; he was like a stranger. “My verdict is mercy, they shall be given their lives but their positions will be reduced to nothing.” The tears that well in her eyes, slipped and fell to her blooded dress. The Emperor turned in her direction as he spoke. “They shall be left with nothing,” their eyes met and his hardened immediately. “Nothing but shame and pain to clothe them.”

Lena revient dans le quartier de son enfance, qu’elle découvre au bord de bouleversements profonds. L’ancienne librairie, autrefois un centre animé d’échange culturel, est restée fermée pendant des années. Aujourd’hui, face à la gentrification qui s’installe et aux petites entreprises qui luttent pour survivre, Lena rêve de redonner vie à cet espace intime en le transformant en un centre vibrant d’art, d’apprentissage et de dialogue. Grâce à la confiance hésitante d’un commerçant méfiant, au potentiel inexploité d’un jeune musicien tiraillé entre son art et la quête de gloire sur les réseaux sociaux, et à la sagesse douce d’un enseignant à la retraite, Lena découvre que les liens communautaires sont aussi fragiles qu’essentiels. Ensemble, ils tentent de briser le cercle de l’indifférence et de la déconnexion, une lecture de poésie, une peinture murale et une soirée micro ouvert à la fois. Chuchotements entre les Étagères propose une exploration inspirante de la résilience, du dialogue et du pouvoir discret des espaces culturels dans un environnement urbain. C’est un voyage qui célèbre le courage nécessaire pour réécrire l’histoire d’un quartier, un lecteur, une histoire et une conversation à la fois.

Más allá del dolor y la soledad es una historia profunda y emocional que explora las vidas de varios jóvenes marcados por sus experiencias personales, sus luchas internas y sus complejas relaciones. A través de los ojos de Pariz, la protagonista, se desvelan los oscuros matices de una vida llena de dificultades: malas notas, una familia rota por un padre alcohólico y abusivo, la pobreza y el dolor de vivir en una constante lucha por sobrevivir. Pariz, acostumbrada a la indiferencia y al dolor, busca escapar de su realidad a través del cigarro, mientras enfrenta su propio vacío emocional. Por otro lado, Lápiz, una chica con un pasado de abuso y soledad, nunca ha conocido el amor en ninguna de sus formas. Su niñez estuvo marcada por el abuso en su antigua escuela y el abandono de cualquier figura familiar, y ahora, con una personalidad cerrada y desconfiada, le cuesta abrirse a los demás. Vive en un constante estado de desconfianza, incapaz de conectar con quienes la rodean, abriéndose poco a poco a emociones nuevas, atesorándolas, pero también negándolas, peleando constantemente consigo misma para aceptar las experiencias y aprender de ellas, recordando en el camino experiencias bloqueadas y recuerdos que la perturban enfrentándose a ellos para descubrirse poco a poco. Cada personaje de la historia tiene su propio trasfondo y desarrollo. Johan, jj joakin y otros compañeros, todos con sus propias heridas y motivaciones, juegan un papel fundamental en el crecimiento y transformación de Pariz y Lápiz. Mientras atraviesan sus propias pruebas de dolor y redención, sus caminos se entrelazan, llevando a cada uno a enfrentar lo que más temen: sus propios miedos, traumas y la posibilidad de encontrar algo tan extraño para ellos como el amor y la aceptación, en un reducido grupo de jóvenes heridos de diferentes maneras y como lo esconden para estar con los demas. Más allá del dolor y la soledad es una exploración cruda y sin adornos sobre los efectos del abuso, la soledad, la dependencia emocional y el deseo de pertenecer. Es una historia que no tiene miedo de mostrar la oscuridad de la vida y decepcionar cualquier intento de salir de ese agujero, pero también resaltar los brillos de salvación de forma poética, aunque sea imperfecta y llena de cicatrices.

Wang Yisheng was just a farmhand. Returning home one day, he was forcibly pinned down by a stranger who shamelessly made use of a cucumber. The man, proud as a cat, maintained his air of superiority even while under the effects of an aphrodisiac, commanding Wang Yisheng to lick when told to lick, and thrust when told to thrust. Having lost his purity to a mere farmhand, the prince of the grand Da Mao Kingdom, Prince Miao Wei, was surprisingly pleased with Wang Yisheng's service. "Reluctantly," he decided to take Wang Yisheng as his personal male concubine, ensuring he was attended to day and night. However, how could the noble prince, Miao Wei, restrict himself to only one male pet? What if this insolent dog became arrogant from being overly pampered? "This prince must take on new male concubines to prevent this disobedient servant from thinking too highly of himself. Obediently allow this prince to dominate you as I see fit!" "Your Highness can ride me however you wish. I’ll make sure you’re so weak in the legs and swollen in the belly that you’ll never want to leave me." "Stop talking! This prince orders you to serve me properly!" "As you command, Your Highness." Life as a farmhand was already difficult, but now dealing with the prince, whose insatiable needs couldn’t be satisfied by one "giant rod," was another challenge altogether. Cat Prince: "From my royal experience, let me tell you—all loyal and honest dogs secretly harbor a desire to ‘bully’ cats." Dog Farmhand: "Dedicated to ‘bullying’ His Royal Catness for a hundred years." The Cat Prince swatted Wang Yisheng’s approaching face away with a paw, irritated by his incessant attempts to lick and tease. "This prince is of noble blood! You lowly mutt can’t just think you’ll breed with me whenever you please!"

(WARNING: This story is heavily anime inspired. This story takes inspiration from other stories. I DO NOT take credit for any of their works, or ideas. This story is my own original work of art, but was created with both my ideas, and the inspiration from various anime, video games, and movies. The hope is that if you like my story, then perhaps you may give these other stories a chance as well. I edit my own story, so certain parts may change. As I continue to write, I will begin to notice more and more errors and inconsistencies. Please bare with me, as I am always trying to fix such errors. Thank you for your support) Our story takes place on the planet Sarina, where a major conflict is on the horizon. After overpopulating Earth, the humans had no choice but to move to another planet for extra living capacity. Because of the difference in gravity in the two planets, special living accommodations had to be made. This planet also had vast resources that could be used for technological advances. In addition, the effect of having less gravity made the humans able to think and do more. They began to advance in all sorts of weaponry, AI, and mental capacity. They began to think of endless possibilities, and if everything they knew was really what it seemed to be. With all of these advances, the human race looked to be more prosperous than ever. However, there is always bound to be some sort of conflict among humans. And that conflict came in the form of revolution. Tired from corrupt leaders using their power to make everyone but themselves poor, an uprising group called The Principality of Shirina, staged a violent coup. With promises to lead Sarina with peace, freedom, justice, and security, many followed their way. However, there were some, including the master of Shenrei Densetsu, Master Tazz, who would not stand idle for such a violent coup. When people began to speak out against them, they were violently executed. Believing his master to be dead, The Principality took in Shenrei, and turned him into a Shirinan. During this time, The Principality had done everything they could to stop anything related to the belief of the Sarlen, their only opposition. The Sarlen, a celestial race with a mix of human blood and pre human magic, powers come from the belief that they exist, thus they fade away if nobody is actively believing in them. With nobody left to oppose them, The Principality of Shirina (POS) have been able to rule freely with little opposition. With all of their power and resources, they plan to work on new weaponry and continue to spread their influence of power. With Shenrei as the commanding officer of her military, The “Mistress of Evil” Shirina, believes that she has nothing to worry about. The legend of the ”Violet Shock” has instilled fear into all of those who even dare oppose The Principality. Unbeknownst to them, Shenrei has deep hatred for the entire family, and seeks revenge for the “death” of his master. After hearing of a great power in Wabba City, Lady Shirina sends Shenrei and some soldiers to go on a reconnaissance mission. With Shenrei wanting to indulge in his own ambitions, however, he simply leaves. However, the soldiers become reckless, and do things their own way. Despite the efforts of four friends by the name of Jin, Khan, Sonjo, and Skia’, they are entirely powerless to save Sarina. The Sarlen, up to this point, have been gone for millennia. Ever since The Principality had taken over, their life essence had been constantly waning. With their power regained, the Sarlen look to defend those who had forgotten them. Led by C, Ja’Skaar and Baron Hampton, they have declared war on The Principality. The battle for the fate and future for all of Sarina, has officially begun.

Di sebuah kampung kecil bernama Kampung Cemara, ketenangan warganya sering terusik oleh kejadian-kejadian aneh yang sulit dijelaskan. Dari misteri hilangnya barang-barang, jejak kaki tanpa pemilik, sampai kasus yang bikin polisi lokal angkat tangan. Di tengah kekacauan itu, muncul dua remaja beda kepribadian: Eka, si jenius yang selalu pakai logika, dan Fajar, temannya yang mageran tapi kerap melontarkan humor absurd. Dengan kantor penyelidikan sederhana yang lebih mirip pos ronda, mereka menerima tantangan mengungkap berbagai kasus, meskipun kadang keberanian mereka diuji habis-habisan. Dibantu teman-teman seperti Bayu si panikan dan Mang Iwan yang penuh cerita aneh, mereka mencoba mengurai benang kusut misteri kampung. Namun, semakin dalam mereka menyelidiki, semakin jelas bahwa Kampung Cemara menyimpan rahasia besar yang gelap dan berbahaya. Setiap petunjuk, setiap jejak, dan setiap clue membawa mereka lebih dekat pada sesuatu yang mungkin tak siap mereka hadapi. "Kusut Kasus Kampung Cemara" adalah perpaduan epik antara misteri, komedi, dan investigasi. Cerita ini bakal ngajak pembaca ketawa sekaligus deg-degan, sambil nyimak petualangan Eka dan Fajar yang absurd tapi seru abis.

Seraphine Patrick is a sweet, cheerful, and innocent girl who was born without an iris. A misfortune she had come to settle with while living in the outskirts of the village. She learned the act of self-reliant at a tender age when she lost the only parent she had ever known - her father. With the help of an eccentric old man, she worked in a pawn shop where she met a close-off, cold, and self-absorbed pure blood vampire, Xavier Orsini. Xavier is a cursed vampire whose birth disrupted the cosmic balance - he was not meant to be born. Due to his mother's misdeed, her punishment was to watch the child she went to a great length to conceive suffer throughout his lifetime. The path of Seraphine and Xavier not only crossed but their fate became intertwined when Seraphine was blessed with the eyes of a powerful spiritual being, Phemerah. Not only did Seraphine needed Xavier's protection from different species who would go to any lengths to possess the eyes, but he's also one of the few people who had no desire to aquire the eyes for himself. Xavier also discovered that with Seraphine's newfound abilities, there could be a way for his curse to be lifted. In the course of working together to achieve their goals, the two creatures with opposite traits found something more during their adventurous journey. ********** Excerpt: Few hours later when the sun was at its peak, true to Phemerah's word, her eyes fluttered open. "Oh thank the spirit god," the moon goddess jumped from where she had been sitting not quite long to rest her feet. Quickly moving to the bed, she offered her a glass of water, "are you all right, dear? Vamprith moved closer and brushed her locks aside, patting her carefully, "I'm fine." She replied with a raspy voice. "Is everything okay?" They asked, one doesn't need to ask about her power which has clearly left her body, the radiant skin is not the only give away but also the change in the color of her eyes, all trace of purple or lavender was gone, replace by brown eyes which marched her hair. "I'm fine" she repeated. "We both felt your abilities when it blessed our people, the surge of power in my wolves' limbs was enough to know they had gotten stronger." The Vampire King agreed, "I felt the agility in my vampires' body as well. The lightness in weight and strength in their power are enough sign that they have gotten stronger." The Moon goddess could not keep her curiosity at bay, "what about the eyes?" Phorus at that moment barged in, not minding that he could be punished for his rudeness, all he cared about was seeing his mistress. The goddess glared at him, just when she wanted to hear the location of the most powerful thing, "what insolence!" with narrowed eyes at Phorus for the rude interruption. Phorus bowed immediately, "forgive me my lady, I couldn't help but see for myself that that Lady Mine was awake, hale and hearty" "Do that again next time and you'll lose that eyes of yours, never to see your dear mistress anymore" she declared after Phemerah gave her an apologetic look for Phorus' behavior. "Dear Phorus, as you can see, I'm fine. I told you everything will be all right" "I'm glad you really are, Lady Mine, I thought I would never see you again." Not one to be patient for too long, the Moon goddess shooed him away so Phemerah could continue her speech. "So, what about the eyes?" "I don't know exactly where they are but I'm sure they are still in the Spirit realm; I can still feel them searching for a worthy abode. I'll know when they reside in another." "Is it possible to reside in a wolf" "Of course, species don't matter to them, they will reside in whoever they deem fit." "What if the worthy one is not yet born?" Said the Sun king "They will wait, even if they had to wait for centuries; they will. **********

Lilian fleur Queen, jest pół Brytyjką i pół Filipinką. Jej matka była byłą członkinią organizacji zabójców, która zakochała się w jej ojcu, którego uważała za zwykłego faceta. Ale okazało się, że był interpolem. Organizacja wpadła we wściekłość z powodu tego, co zrobiła jej matka, myśląc, że jest kretem w organizacji w tamtym czasie i wydała rozkaz zabicia jej rodziców, w tym jej. Ale odkrywając, jak utalentowana jest Lilian. Obie strony, rząd i zabójcy, zmieniają plan Zaczęli być obsesyjnie nastawieni na zdobycie dziecka. Ale jej rodzice są zbyt wyrozumiali, aby zawsze się od nich wymykać, przez ponad sześć lat. Ale potem pojawił się młody gość, najlepszy zabójca klasy, który przeszedł szkolenie w rządzie, udało mu się ich znaleźć, ale informacja wyciekła do organizacji zabójców po drugiej stronie. I tam sytuacja stała się do bani.

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es una novela que explora la vida de sus personajes a través de experiencias transformadoras y profundas reflexiones sobre la vida, la muerte y la búsqueda de la felicidad. La historia sigue a varios protagonistas cuyas vidas se entrelazan en un pequeño pueblo, cada uno lidiando con sus propios conflictos y anhelos. A medida que la trama avanza, los personajes se ven obligados a confrontar sus miedos, desilusiones y esperanzas, descubriendo que la verdadera esencia del paraíso no reside en un lugar físico, sino en las conexiones humanas y en la aceptación de uno mismo. La narrativa combina momentos de ternura y dolor, revelando cómo cada uno de ellos se acerca, a su manera, a tocar esas puertas que representan la redención y el amor. Con un estilo poético y reflexivo, la novela invita al lector a cuestionar su propia vida y a valorar los momentos efímeros que nos acercan a la felicidad.

Kirata llevaba una existencia apacible, como quien camina sin prisa por un sendero conocido, en un mundo que parecía tan común como el aire que respira. Sin embargo, un día, sin previo aviso, algo dentro de él, dormido y latente, despertó con violencia, alterando su realidad para siempre. De un momento a otro, su vida dejó de ser un refugio de calma y se convirtió en una lucha constante por sobrevivir, donde cada paso lo empujaba hacia un destino incierto, al borde de lo desconocido. Aquella realidad que antaño parecía segura y familiar comenzó a desmoronarse como un paisaje visto a través de un espejo roto, revelando un mundo hostil, lleno de sombras y peligros invisibles. Kirata, enfrentado a decisiones que desafiaban la esencia misma de su ser, debía decidir si aferrarse a sus principios o sacrificarlos en pos de salvar a los que amaba, aunque ello significara perder una parte de sí mismo en el proceso. En medio de ese caos desbordante, el amor, como un rayo inesperado, surgió entre las grietas de su alma, complicando mas su batalla interna. Kirata comprendió que sobrevivir era solo el preludio de una guerra mucho más grande y devastadora, una que amenazaba con consumirlo todo.

"You have no choice but to say yes" said a man seriously "Ok, but please give me a time for me to be prepared" Precious is still hesitating at this moment. A months later..... "Kailangan mo po ba talaga umalis tita Precious?" said Gemini sobbing a little too much "Don't cry, wag ka nang umiyak parang dyan lang naman si tita eh. At tsaka kailangan ko 'tong gawin for us di ba?" Precious try to coaxing him by hugging tight

(Tagalog Novel) What do you think of having a garden in front of your porch? I love sunflowers, roses and orchids but not much of daffodils, gumamelas and bongavillas. Ayyy!, anu bayan? Punyeta ka, di ka kasi tumitingin sa dinadaanan mo!, Hoy, ikaw, oo ikaw!, sigaw sa akin ng isang ale na nabangga ko dangan  kasi’y masyado ako’ng naaliw sa mga magagandang bulaklak na animo’ng nakaparada sa Dangwa. Sorry po, manang!, sabi ko humihiningi ng pasensiya at napatingin na parang sasabunutan ako ng ale. Anu’ng manang ka diyan, miss pa po ako no!, hay naku, mahuhuli ako sa trabaho ng dahil sa’yo, galit na sabi ng ale na dali-dali’ng sumakay sa jeepney at may pahabol pang matalim na titig na para bang napatay na niya ako kung di lang ako umilag. Haha!, joke lang!, Marami talaga dito’ng mainit ang ulo sa Manila, kapag namali ka lang ng galaw o kaya tatanga tanga ka, gud lak!, sampal or sabunot ang mapapala mo. Well, ‘di pa naman ako nasabunutan pero sa pagtitinda ng bulaklak dito ng sampung taon, sa palagay ko marami ang makaka relate sa akin.

Neste livro, enfrento a ânsia de compreensão e busco revelar o inexprimível. Através das páginas, desvendo minha relação complexa com o mundo, minhas incertezas, meus sonhos, e a incessante tentativa de capturar o não-dito. Cada palavra, verso ou narrativa é um eco do meu anseio por compreender a beleza e a brutalidade da vida. Sou um ecoante da alma humana, na tentativa poética de dar sentido ao que às vezes parece desprovido de sentido. Entre linhas entrelaçadas, delineio minha busca pela transcendência, mesclando visões realistas e sonhos fugazes, construindo um universo onde as nuances da vida se entrelaçam com as contradições do ser. 'Tentativas Ansiosas de um Não Lírico' é um convite para uma viagem pela turbulência de um coração inquieto e por um mundo onde as palavras são mais que meras expressões, são tentativas apaixonadas de dar voz ao que não pode ser contido.

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AUTHOR NOTE 14.05.2024: Hello all! Sorry for the long wait, I wrote myself into a literal corner and realised I have to retcon a few things in arc 4 before I can move on with the story. Will try to get this fixed in the soonest! Really sorry for the wait TT o TT **** Infinite/Unlimited Flow horror BL novel Might be a parody. And MC might be a villain.... 1v1 Introducing: A suicidal and bored MC and… wait, where the f&?! is the ML?! *** Lam Thanh Van believes it’s about time someone ended his miserable life. But being an immortal has hindered his path to Hell. Scratch that, Hell is off limits with the terrifying speed his body stitches itself back together, no matter how much someone might hack him to pieces. With such a long and torturous life of trying to finish himself and failing miserably, he imagines that his death would be grand, like slaying a dragon - or a very persistent cockroach. Now, the only problem was finding a hero worthy of such a cause. *** [The last player has arrived. Players, prepare for briefing.] [Welcome to the annual 2023rd survival championship.] The grand doors to the dome slowly pulled close, drawing everyone’s gazes over to the lone figure standing by himself, like a rabbit frozen in the headlights. In front of the sea of players, fawn eyes dilated with fright. Fresh tears still clung to the lashes that framed the eyes so green they reminded the people of ocean waves crashing to the white sandy shore. Long limbs were clad in a simple T-shirt with a pair of washed-out jeans hugging his slim waist. Messy lavender hair and snow-white skin tinted with faint pink seemed ethereal in the scene. Like a magnolia tree growing in the desert… or a white lotus sprouting from a pile of bullshit. One brave individual broke away from the herd, cold eyes set on the last player. ”Stay with us if you want to live.” Lam Thanh Van raised his gaze up to the looming man, green eyes drenched with tears, his lips trembling as he could only muster a nod. [All players, scenario one will commence now. Good luck and try not to die.] —— When nothing is as it seems - who can you trust? ML: Not the author, that’s for sure. The synopsis is just one huge clickbait- *Author smacks this insolent child with a hardcover edition of the Bible*: Quiet, you! Or I won’t let you appear even after the halfway mark! MC: … You evil bish!! —- T/W: This is mature content. A sprinkle of horror, a teaspoon of gore, topped with a handful of clownery. Some papapa is added as a garnish at the end. Consume at your own digression. A/N: This is an original work by LinShui. The cover is not mine, as I have negative skills in any illustrative art. Will commission for a cover when I’m no longer a broke bish. Do let me know if this is your art and you want to take it down, thanks! #unrequitedlove

What happens when an ordinary person comes into a world full of violence and no rules? Nick is just an ordinary man who has lived a cowardly and short life. When he is on the verge of death, he stumbles upon a chance to be reborn, and in exchange he must fulfill the tasks set for him by the system. He must become a troll lord and unify the continent within a limited time. Without any rules Nick finally unleashes his inner demons. It turns out that the only thing that has been binding us is those damn rules. Nick understands that in this world, no matter what you want to get, you must rely on robbery, including women. Note: The old story has moved here.

"The only way to end this war is by breaking your curse," explained the priestess and the eye of the goddess. "You were born as an unfortunate child, and that's why we were cursed along with you." "You always make such absurd claims but never tell me how to lift this curse," Olive retorted, his frustration evident in his gritted teeth. "The solution to your question lies in a human girl, one born with the sun in her eyes," she stated, dropping her staff and she laid down on her chair. "You must find this girl and form a union with her." Olive frowned, thoroughly disgusted by the idea, and in his anger, he scoffed, "You quack! None of your past prophecies were accurate, and yet you still claim to be the eyes of the goddess?" His frustration mounting, he rose from his seat and approached the old priestess with seething rage. "I bet Father wouldn't mind if I snap your neck in half, I am cursed anyways, I don't see anything wrong with getting more curses." "How dare you suggest that a pure-blooded vampire prince, the pride of my clan, should mate with a weak and lowly human? Do you not realize how much I despise them? They are no better than cattle! You insolent witch!" As he reached out to grab her, he noticed something unusual – she was asleep. His doubtfulness grew. She had the audacity to fall asleep in the presence of her prince! This would be reason enough to end her life. But she was too still for slumber. Reluctantly, he tapped her, but there was no response. Then he checked her pulse, confirming his suspicion—she was, indeed, lifeless. Khalilah's fate took an unexpected turn when she was abducted and forcibly separated from her family to wed a mysterious man. Little did she know that he was more than just a deranged individual.

[Mature content, R18, no rape] "Who has done this to you?" Azel asked softly, his jaw tightly clenched as he stared into her teary, bright amber eyes, his fingers itching to caress her cheek. "Tell me," he whispered, "and I will sever his head and present it to you upon a platter of gold..." *** Her birth alone left her mother in a terribly weakened state... Adelia, the only daughter and child of the Veldon house, was… strange. Neither her birth mother nor her beloved father, nor even the witches posing as servants in the castle knew what she truly was. Adelia herself was clueless. She blamed herself for her mother's illness, and with each passing day, both grew worse—the affliction and her guilt. For her mother's sake and for hers as well, Adelia willingly enters into a ruthless deal, a path to salvation that was bound to lead to her demise, one that would deny her the experience of love. Still, she didn't care for the consequences and sacrifices, for the need to cure her mother was far greater… But fate, ever mocking her resolve, throws her onto the path of an insolent stranger, a man with the power to alter her desires... *** Obsidian armor. Strong. Ruthless. These three words defined a single knight, striking fear into the hearts of all who heard of him. Countless tales spoke of his exploits, yet his identity remained shrouded in mystery. Azel Latham, the embodiment of this figure, was known by none, for his face had never been seen in battle. With a single stroke, he could fell twenty warriors in an instant. Azel had many secrets. His presence was strange, his appearance even more peculiar. A mischievous and playful look on the outside but a shattered and enclosed heart within. …It would not remain frozen for long, however, for an amusing encounter with a captivating woman would leave him wanting more… **Cover art does not belong to me, credit to the artist!

[Mature Content - Reincarnation/ Cultivation/ Past Lives] Can death be a new beginning? Xie Bian wakes up in the Underworld being interrogated by King Yanluo, who tells him he has a job for him, and to stop calling him King! He's going to join the mysterious Fan Wujiu in bringing errant souls to the Underworld so that they can follow the cycle of life and death as intended. Something is keeping the souls of the dead in the human realm, and it's Xie Bian's and Fan Wujiu's task to find out what. But there's more than meets the eye to his fellow Underworld General. Fan Wujiu is cold and distant, and keeps Xie Bian at arms length -- almost as if they've met before. And what is going on with the odd book Yanluo gave Xie Bian, who tells the life story of the mysterious Fu Shulin, in his quest to become an extraordinary cultivator despite his humble background? Something tells Xie Bian that these events are all connected, and that somehow he's in the middle of it all. --- Xie Bian: Was I not supposed to forget my past life after dying? I thought everyone had to drink Meng Po's soup! Yanluo: ... Xie Bian: Why does it feel like you hate me even though we just met? Fan Wujiu: .... Xie Bian: Did I insult your mother when I was alive, or something? Fan Wujiu: or something --- sarcastic, spoiled, scheming, mischievous White Impermanence x rebellious, possessive, vengeful seductive Black Impermanence Dual perspective, 1v1, past plays a big part, fantasy, dark, revenge, mythology, smut heavy, angst, humor, action, case-solving, mystery, betrayal, mysterious past, possessive characters, hidden depths.