Flurry Fete

I slammed my fists against my temples, the pain shooting through my skull like a jagged lightning bolt. "What's wrong with you, Hailey?" I screamed, my voice echoing off the hospital room walls. "Why can't you remember? Just remember who you were!" The machines surrounding me sprang to life, their beeps and alarms blaring in a cacophony of sound. My heart rate spiked, and my hormones surged, sending my body into a frenzy. Suddenly, a flurry of white coats burst into the room. Nurses rushed to my side, their faces etched with concern. One of them quickly injected a sedative into my IV, and I felt my eyelids growing heavy. As the darkness closed in, I caught a glimpse of the nurses' worried faces, their mouths moving in slow motion as they spoke words I couldn't quite hear. The machines continue to beep and whirl, their sounds fading into the distance as I succumbed to the darkness.

In the vast landscape of online ambition, the gleam of potential profits can often blind us to danger. I was one of many who succumbed to this dazzling allure, convinced that I had stumbled upon a golden opportunity through a website called bitcoinming.com. With dreams of financial freedom dancing in my head, I invested nearly $300,000, all while envisioning the riches that would soon follow. At first, everything seemed too good to be true—in the world of crypto, where fortunes are made overnight, I felt invincible. The site promised beyond reasonable limits; each click sparked a rush of excitement as my supposed investments soared. "Just a little more," I'd tell myself, unraveling my financial safety net, driven by the insatiable hope of turning my home into a palace with luxury cars parked outside. But as weeks turned into sleepless nights, hope began morphing into agony. What once glittered with the potential of a million dollars now only left my heart heavy and my pockets barren. That gut-wrenching decline hit when I noticed strange inconsistencies—withdrawal issues that mushroomed into red flags too big to ignore. It was here that my thoughts collectively sprinted to that haunting conclusion: I had been ensnared in a scam. The realization settled in like a dense fog, suffocating and impenetrable. My dreams propelled me forward like an exuberant train, heading straight for a brick wall of bitter betrayal. Panic swept over me, and I felt lost—until a ray of hope glimmered. Enter my unsung hero: a colleague who had noticed my despair and suggested I reach out to a group known as Digital Tech Guard Recovery. Skeptical but desperate, I took the plunge. I couldn’t let my profits vanish into thin air without a fight. Things began to shift; an empathetic team compiled evidence, explored avenues, and illuminated tactics previously hidden in my whirlwind of stress. Through their determination and professional expertise, the clouds of my despair began to give way. Week after week, I watched as they meticulously retraced my steps—communication recovered, digital trails scanned, each item like a puzzle piece resetting my reality. Slowly, assurance spread within me like sunlight flooding a shadowed room. And then, the moment arrived! The long-forgotten numbers sprouted back in my account in a flurry of recovery. Every single penny—returned. What felt impossible was suddenly palpable; hope transformed into alliance, from frustration into a sense of reclaimed justice. This harrowing chapter serves as a stark reminder of the perils nestled within digital promise. While I learned that online opportunities might glow, they can often conceal treacherous traps. However, after navigating this tempest, I emerged resilient and wiser, committed to sharing my journey to protect others from the mirage I once chased. In the end, sometimes everything that glitters isn't gold—but if you can find the right allies, that glitter may find its way back to you. So here’s me, sharing my story not just as a cautionary tale but as a beacon of hope—because recovery is always possible with the right help at your side. Contact with WhatsApp: +1 (443) 859 - 2886 Email @ digital tech guard . com Telegram: digital tech guard recovery . com website link :: https : / / d i g i t a l t e c h g u a r d . com

What would you do if you had been reborn in a world that was constantly on the brink of war? That's what this story is all about. Sam finds himself reborn in a country that is facing major internal and external challenges. The only cheat he has is his adult mind in the body of a child. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I had been enveloped in the world of dreams throughout my existence, searching for meaning in the mundane nothingness of existence, when suddenly, my life ended in a bright flurry of fast-moving images. Something must have hit me; that was all my thoughts could process before the void took me. I regained consciousness in what I could only describe as limbo. My consciousness was fleeting and every moment I felt parts of me disintegrate. I attempted to gather my meagre understanding of all that I was and cocoon it inside a deep well of thoughts, but I felt my attempts were futile as slowly I lost who I was. As time, perhaps eons passed by, I saw it. I saw the light of a new reality emerge. I was reborn. Only this world held none of the security of my past life.

Angela Sinclair thrives in her own world, finding solace in solitude and serenity in her quiet routines. Her life is a refuge from the noise and chaos of social interactions, where she feels completely in control and content. Everything shifts when Angela ventures onto Facebook for the first time. What starts as innocent curiosity quickly spirals into an obsession with the thrill of virtual attention and the power of digital interactions. Amidst a flurry of friend requests and online games, Angela’s carefully crafted world is turned upside down by the mysterious Max. As she navigates this new and exhilarating landscape, she faces unexpected emotions that challenge her sense of self. *Broken Connection* explores how a single digital spark can ignite profound changes, revealing hidden truths and challenging the boundaries of identity and desire. Dive into Angela’s journey where the lines between reality and virtual allure blur, leaving you questioning what’s real and what’s illusion.

She was desperate and wanted to ask him to save her life, but he said: Cecilia, I hate you. Mrs. Heimann, the report is out. I'm sorry to tell you, but you had bone cancer, in its late stage. A sharp pang struck Cecilia' s heart, as if half of her heart had been ripped out. How much time do I have left? Lately, she had been plagued by nosebleeds, restless nights filled with haunting dreams, and intermittent pains in her chest. But she never thought them to be omens for death's looming. The doctor's pen paused in mid-air. Roughly three months. The news made Cecilia plummeted into a deep abyss, as if a thunderbolt had shattered the clear sky right upon her, and dark clouds overshadowing her whole life. She rose abruptly, a flurry of panic urging her to escape from here. FOR MORE READ THE NOVEL!!!! THIS IS NOT MINE OWN WORK... FOR OFFLINE PURPOSE ONLY!!!!...PLS SUPPORT THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR ALL CREDITS BELONG TO THE TRANSLATOR TEAM AND ORIGINAL AUTHORNIM~~~

Aurora Harper had lived her childhood in the confines of a small room with parents who had mostly given up hope and relatives who knew nothing but scorn. Aurora Harper had found glory in her teenage, being celebrated as a gem of the theatre. A performer extraordinaire. She lived in a villa with parents who wanted to suck her dry off opportunities and relatives who knew nothing but bootlicking. At twenty, in another housefull theatre of Harper Productions, she faces an ambiguous death and wakes up in the body of a scrawny five-year-old with no future or fortune in sight. Iris Bernadette. To add fuel to destiny's arson that was now Aurora's life, Iris also happens to a thief! Given a blank canvas of a character with no background of the world or the people in it, how long can Aurora Harper ad-lib her way through life? She finds herself caught up in a flurry of manipulative bets set forth by the young, fun loving and curious Ducal Prince, Arcel Maynard, and the suspicious mannerisms of a lurker of the shadows, Vasil. There is a gorgeous Duchess and her stolen necklace. There is magic, a hunt for a soul and a Priestess. There are faeries, mermaids, ghosts, dragons and murders. There are schools, churches and strange new lands with treasures. There is adventure, romance and deceit. But there is no war. There's also illiteracy and poverty but that isn't life threatening for Aurora, yet. Plummeted into a new world order with a constant existential crises in hand, will Aurora be able to save herself with only her dramatics to get her through? Or will she fall in the web of this Aurora - Iris paradox and succumb to the whims of the people who want to control her? Oh- also, she needs to earn a whole lot of money and get rich. Fast! By any means possible. Will you stay to see her get rich? For if you don't, she'll keep failing thoroughly. [[ the cover is designed by me but art credit goes to pinterest ]]

Sandra felt a flurry of blows as the embers pulled down their folder of divorce papers. Unexpectedly soon their sweet memories must be over. Despite her long preparation, Sandra was still not willing to do so. It's enough that Sandra admits that if happiness comes with Bara, she gets it. Especially knowing there was a tiny figure growing in her womb. Bara never thought the divorce would be the beginning of her deepest regret. Sandra slipped from his grasp. When she realized Sandra's presence, she committed an unforgivable farce. Sandra walked away from his life. She chose to end the suffering over on the coal side. The slippers have run off. Seven years ago, in one big party to bring them back together.   Will they choose to tie the marriage back up? Or just being happy with each other? *** IG : @ayakalibrary Cover design by me via canva, picture from Shutterstock

Amelia Luna-dynn is a young damsel of unassuming character. However, there is a deadly secret she harbors: that she is the daughter of a forbidden race, a tribe despised by the royals of the Kingdom. She is the sole survivor, discreetly living an unseen life as a commoner. But there are scars on her back that betray her origin, requiring her to cleanse herself in order to stay alive and unrecognised. With such reins attached to her race, it is impossible to find someone who would love her despite the dangers of her origin. But one night, when at the verge of being eaten by beasts, she is saved by a mysterious man from the grasp of death. Curiosity drives the damsel to chase love. Despite being downtrodden, she stumbles upon the opportunity meeting with high society by joining a Book Club run by the beautiful daughter of the Duke, Charlene Walterus. Amelia makes friendships with nobles and soon comes close to a romance with a man she suspects to be her secret rescuer, but is hopeless that his heart is far gone in the arms of the duke’s daughter. Will she win a wedding with the man of her dreams? But most importantly, will her fantasies of a perfect marriage come true? Or will she suffer a strained marital relationship, with unrequited feelings, far from the heart of the one she loves? Excerpt: That night, he was exhilarated to have married the woman of his desires. But Charlene had told him a bothersome fact about the origin of his newly wedded wife that he could not shake off his mind, for he knew she would have told him, had it been true. The tall man stepped into Amelia’s chamber and found her seated at the rim of the bed, blushing. The very sight of her innocent disposition had always brought him the insane urge to sweep her up in his arms and protect her. But before they would make love, there was an important question blaring at the edge of his mind. “Y-you’re here”, her soft voice was almost breathless. She rose to her feet, but rested against the wall, shy and nervous. “Amelia”, he tasted her name, drawing close to her. Tenderly placing a finger under her chin and lifting her face to meet his, he gazed into her eyes and asked, “Is it true that you are of the Celeste Clan?” There was silence in response and fear in her eyes. She did not deny it. A strong feeling of hurt enveloped his chest, when he realised that she was no different. Charlene’s words about her were not simply contemptuous lies of jealousy planted to his attention, but the raw truth. ~ Amelia gasped when he rammed his fist against the wall in the absolute pangs of frustration. It was like it burnt his senses to think that she would deliberately hold something as significant as her origin from him, regardless of all things of his secrets that he had shared with her, while they were yet secret lovers. She knew the fault was hers, but she had been too scared to relay, for she had loved him far too much to lose him. “Why did you hide this from me?” he breathed, voice cold and low and deadly, colored by his unpronounced rage. His face was dangerously close to hers, such that she could hear his very breath, seething. Tears began to pierce her eyes, threatening to fall. She had never meant to deceive him. But in that moment, she was afraid. Heart throbbing loud enough to be heard, her lips were quivering and she shivered. When his gaze swept down at her frightened disposition, there was a flicker of tenderness in his eyes. But it lasted not even as long as a moment’s worth. He was cold. He did not confront her for the secrets she was keeping, but silently withdrew himself. There were many things she wished to say in apology, but she could not find her voice. And by the time she could speak, he had left her chambers. Tears flurried down her face. She could not believe that her fears had ruined the very first day of her marriage. It was the day she had wished to divulge her secret to him, but it seemed like it had already been out.

Brooke Cassidy recently moved into Chicago, Illinois to scout for jobs. She's in for luck as she comes across a vacancy online for the post of an Art Gallery Assistant to the owner of the company. Blake Pierce—a methodical perfectionist and sole owner of Gallery 360—one of the booming and popular art galleries in the city, hires Brooke as an assistant to him. Brooke turns out to be as clumsy as anything and invades Blake's once perfect life, leaving in her wake chaos and disorganization. Blake is out of his mind with frustration and can only do his best to tolerate Brooke's disorganization. Out of fury, he instructs Brooke to leave after one month, pending the grand art exhibition. What happens when the matters of the heart gets involved and the almighty Blake starts to feel a flurry of affection for Clumsy Brooke? Will he keep her or let her go?

Why always boys possess such qualities like dominance, rudeness and cruelty...... This were thought of a naive little girl who always wanted to be equal or even say dominant with the people she walk through life... The World she lived in was like a fantasy to her until a man she fell in love walk past through without even taking a glimpse of her..... Lily Lan, after having surreal, agonizing and painful relationship, she swear to herself that she would not.. be in a relationship again ....and tried every possible ways to avoid paths that lead to that end and for this she really make all the planning and flew herself from her family's grasp but... I guess fate is a cruel bitch , no can escape from her....eventually she end up crossing path with him.... #adangerousone......but in all these mess as if there are some mysterious force that by planning and plotting ties them together. Alexander Volks, A reputed businessman and grandson of the one of the oldest elder in the Capita City. He is known for being ruthless, vicious and the most Dangerous man in world with dangerous qualities...... A coin has two sides despite being one.... The other side was only for her to known..... ~Flashback~ In the park..... "look he is here as always waiting for that bitch ", one of the girls whispered and ran towards him in order to get attention of him. " Alex, alex.....hii.... hi..... will you friend be to us... one of the girl came forward and said bIuntly, "I love you...will you be my boyfriend......this makes a loud flurry... girls were going crazy on hearing her claim and lily came in and saw his disgusting expression directed towards the girls and laugh inwardly ,oh my my he surely is sweet candy attracting lot of bees. So here I'm my damsel in distress....she came crashing through the crowd.. and charging toward the girl that claim him as hers ... how dares she! With a deadly look on her face she said,"He's mine,by interwining her hands by his ,my hands are engraved in his and so do his heart encircles mine and I don't like to share what's mine get that clear......",she said as if making declaration to the world and alerting others that he was already taken..... Alexander: ".. " "love,it's something that I can only cry in my heart.its almost like a sin..... ~Lily Lan. "I have always been alone,The only one that can bring warmth into me is, you....~Alexander Volks. How can I close my heart when its already your's.....~unknown ************* " The cover is not mine....... Thanks to Pinterest....and my editing arts (*´∨`*) Hey guys I have just given a short glimpse of there childhood but their is much that is waiting and I have not shown in the synopsis , to know plz stay tuned with the stories.... love you guys....

…. I will never clip my wings for a man. I will never bow down to anyone. I, Jingyi will rise from the graves to take back what's mine. .... “You can never be anyone’s. Only Mine.” .... Jealousy and greed pushed Qin Jingyi’s family to the cusp of death. Desperate to flee from her captors, Qin Jingyi threw herself at sea. As the flurry of rain pattered on her dying body, she cursed the heavens for her fate. Perhaps the gods pitied her that when she opened her eyes again, she finds herself in the modern times, in the body of Luo Jingyi. With a second life granted to her, which path will she tread on? Especially that the similarity of this world to her previous, is very uncanny. With scheming bitches and all their entourage on her tails, will history repeat itself? Or will she, Jingyi finally stand at the pinnacle's edge as a victor? * With his dimpled grins, Yun Jinghan can make anyone's heart melt. But no one knows, his carefree countenance is nothing but an outer shell. Beneath the facade is a devil in disguise. A wolf in sheep's clothing. Unknown to the world, he's the powerful man behind the giant, Terra Firma Corporation. He crushes businesses like ants and kills enemies with one decisive move. He is truly, a certified villain in the business world. His heart belonged to none. Not until he meets Luo Jingyi. Eight years since coming to the present world, Jingyi had lived her life quietly. She has built her reputation as one of the best trauma and cardiothoracic surgeon in the country. She’s a perfectionist and driven to succeed. At the same time, she avoids emotional entanglement with other people. Her not so complicated life decidedly turned less so when she gets entangled with a shameless devil who wouldn't take no for an answer. The dashingly handsome billionaire became her instant fiancé. What kind of love story do you think will unfold between the two? Will Yun Jinghan be able to warm her heart that has been frozen because of her past? On top of that, with enemies lurking at every corner, will they defy odds to walk down the aisle of happy ever after? Jump in and brace yourselves because their love story's going to rock your world. ***** A/N: NO RAPE or MAJOR MISUNDERSTANDINGS Talk to me on Discord: https://discord.gg/mxy3CD8 Instagram: aerisrx ***** My Heart Series: (1) Palpate My Heart: Dr. Wicked is My Wife (2) Bewitch My Heart: The Naughty Bride (writing) (3) Profile My Heart: The Royal Wedding (4) Brand My Heart: (5) Loop My Heart: (6) Uncover My Heart: ***** The picture isn't mine—credits to the owner.

In the first episode, Little Palace Maid Lian Hua, holding tea leaves, thought to curry favor with Zhaoyi. The Emperor intercepted her halfway, and before she could react, he hijacked her tea leaves, leaving her bewildered. In the second episode, she wanted to curry favor with the Noble Consort. During the Noble Consort's birthday feast, she hadn't even presented the meticulously prepared tea leaves before the Emperor seized them, leaving her aggrieved. In the third episode, she had just sneaked out with the Palace Maids to pick bamboo shoots, planning to go back and cook something delicious when the Emperor burst out of nowhere wanting to freeload a meal. If it wasn't tasty, he would punish her, she managed to barely pass muster by exerting all her energy. Before she could feel relieved, the Emperor told her he was also staying to sleep! This time, he was thoroughly taking advantage of her, enjoying free food and lodging without the slightest intention of rewarding her. At night, the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. All the silver she had saved up in earlier years had been used to sustain the Emperor. Now that the money was gone, she feared being punished for not being able to support him in the future. The more she thought, the sadder she got, her tears plopping down, which woke the Emperor sleeping beside her. In a flurry, the Emperor consoled her, "There, there, don't cry, don't cry. I haven't even had time to reward you, how could I punish you!" After much consoling, and finally with his promise to provide for her sustenance, she turned her tears into laughter. The Emperor breathed a sigh of relief. This Little Concubine would need to be favored properly from now on—he dared not make her cry again. →→【This story has concluded, thank you for reading】→→ New book recommendation: "Consort of the Roll-Royce is Here, Run!"—It's a good read! Please add it to your favorites.

On the day of the imperial trial which will determine whether she’ll acquire the Demon King’s power or not, not wanting to become the villainess she was ought to be, she took a gamble using her life in order to prevent becoming a pawn controlled by evil. But the thing is, she forgot everything including who she is. And now she travels around as an outsider who has a knack for jumping around guilds and clearing off gates like no other with her own army of indestructible undead. What happens if she caught the attention of a few acquaintances and on the flurry of things was hailed by the emperor as the Archmage? Will the future change or will she succumb to her role as the villainess?

The story revolves around Asher who, after going through a traumatic experience from which he has not yet recovered, is hit by a flurry of strange unexplained events, which makes him try in every possible way to discover the truth about this new world, which is unknown to all common people A história Gira em torno de Asher que depois de passar por uma experiência traumática do qual não se recuperou ainda e atingido por uma enxurrada de acontecimentos estranhos sem explicação o que faz ele tentar de todas as formas descobrir a verdade sobre esse novo mundo, que é desconhecido de todos as pessoas comuns

The sky let loose a low howl and above her flurries began glittering the breeze. She shivered, not due to cold however, her skin was of the winter, or so she thought. Cold never touched her, she was born of ice, found in the drifts by the farmers late wife she became the thirteenth burden of an already struggling family. And today she was to be sold, a silent tear trailed down her pale cheek. Even now they are accepting bids. In a world full of darkness Alarra had no hope for her future. However once exposed to the luminescent spells of an elderly master and his apprentice, a rare trait presents itself in her, leading to clues about her lineage and a world of magick she never knew existed. With the help of these powerful protectors she discovers a new life, and a light on the horizon of an otherwise dark and lonely world.

In the enchanting realm of Everdawn, where magic flows as freely as the wind, two unlikely souls find themselves entangled in a whimsical tale of love, laughter, and spellbinding adventures. Meet Aurelia, a spirited but clumsy apprentice sorceress with a heart of gold, and Tristan, a charming rogue with a knack for trouble. When their paths collide amidst a flurry of mishaps, sparks fly, setting off a chain of events that will challenge their wit, courage, and the very fabric of their reality. With humor, heart, and a dash of magic, "Sparks and Sorcery" invites readers on a journey where love defies all odds and laughter conquers even the darkest of spells. Main Characters: Aurelia: A young apprentice sorceress with a penchant for causing chaos wherever she goes. Despite her magical mishaps, she possesses a kind heart and an unwavering determination to prove herself in the world of magic. Tristan: A charismatic rogue with a mischievous smile and a knack for getting into trouble. Beneath his roguish exterior lies a heart of gold and a longing for adventure.

[BOYS LOVE] If there was a scale for magnanimity and naivety, Prince Calibri would be positioned first every time. As the crowned prince of his mysterious and secretive sect, he believed it was his duty to become the next Grandmaster of all the Cultivation clans to protect his people. Needless to say, every other young Cultivator of the Living Realm were after the same position of power even if it wasn't for the same reason, including Zhang Haochen; a quiet, handsome, unproblematic and extremely skilled young man with an unfortunate desire for his father's validation. Upon their arrival at the Cultivation school, it became apparent that not only did Calibri far outweigh them all(both men and women) in the department of looks, but also in his level of Cultivation! But how? How did he use all those lost Cultivation techniques? Why did he disappear all the time? Why in the world was Zhang Haochen (the man everyone wanted the attention of) so attached and fond of that 'PRINCESS' from day one? In fact, why did Zhang Haochen use his vocal chords in such abundance when it came to him? In a flurry of events, the time comes for the next Grandmaster to be chosen, but before Calibri has the chance to seize the title, he is betrayed by his closest companion, accused of a crime he did not commit and banished to the dark dormain of the Underworld... Years later, Calibri finds himself unwillingly forced to return to the Living Realm by the very person who betrayed him in the first place! He can't escape, so there's no choice to remain with that handsome traitor who's on a mission of his own: 1) Get Calibri's soul back 2) Make everyone who hurt Calibri suffer 3) Get Calibri to fall in love with him once again. The mission wouldn't have been that hard if Calibri, Heaven, the Living Realm and the Underworld were against it. But alas, these conditions existed, and he had no choice but to overcome them if he wanted to ever see Calibri smile at him again, and not scream bloody murder every time he held him close. Yes, Zhang Haochen had a lot of atoning to do. Can he do it? Will Calibri forgive him? Why did he betray him? Read on to uncover the mysteries, and find out if their love can really conquer the odds!

You might hear the name ‘Rhyna King’ when something weird happens. You see, I saw something horrific when I was incredibly young. I told nearby adults as any kid would have done. By the time I got someone’s attention, the wolf I saw and the carcass that was once a living being, vanished. It was like it was never there in the first place. I got in trouble for kit and they called me a liar. They said I was ‘seeing things’. It wasn’t the first time though. It happened again, again, and yet again. Eventually, my so-called friends left me for fear of being bullied, teachers left me alone, and I was called a flurry of names over the years. I still had my family, but sometimes even they didn’t know what to do with me. I knew I wasn’t crazy. I knew what I saw. I still do. They will rue the day they ever doubted me. And it’s coming soon.

"Did I hurt you when I fell from heaven, or is that just the look of someone who's never been kissed by an angel?" Isamu teased, breaking into Michael's uneventful life with a flair only a celestial being could muster. Michael, a waiter whose life is a repeating pattern of work and sleep, finds his ordinary world upended one night. His humble apartment unexpectedly becomes the crash site for Isamu, a charismatic and impulsive angel with a penchant for defying the rules of the heavens. Their first encounter is as bizarre as it is enchanting: a sneeze, an impromptu kiss, and a flurry of white feathers set the stage for their extraordinary relationship. Isamu, with his mysterious allure and cheeky confidence, pulls Michael into a realm beyond the ordinary, where divine beings tread the earthly plane. Balancing the daily grind of his job with the surreal occurrences that follow Isamu's arrival, Michael steps into an adventure that intertwines the mundanity of his life with celestial intrigue. With heavenly forces in pursuit and Isamu's complex history casting shadows, their growing bond is put to the test.

[By The Way - I don't own the Artwork.] {It's a placeholder til I find something better or someone gives me fan-art. I'll take it down if needed.} - One day - At the biggest Fighting-Game Convention! History was made as a singular-player managed to be Grand Finals Victor! ... But not just a Victor... A Quad-Winner! Being a man who dominated and rose through the various tournaments and various games with a flurry and intensity unlike any other! ... But... Life wasn't so kind to him... As an explosion broke out in the Stadium. ... Harming many in the blast... and killing the Quad-Winner. ... HOWEVER... SUCH A THING WOULD NOT BE ALLOWED! ... God having blessed that man with superior skill in Games; Particularly in Fighting Games chose to Reincarnate him. ... Into a Fantasy World! ... But one thing that one wouldn't expect is... 2 MILLION YEARS OF VIDEO-GAME ADVANCEMENT THAT IS WITHIN HIS MIND... or something along those ridiculously lines. ... Well... As one game has stated beforehand. ... Heaven... Or Hell. ... But He just says... "LIFE OR DEATH!" [Chapter Release Word Count: 1400-10,000+. Depends On Chapter. Certain Chapters may be feature as Parts.] {The Volume known as 'Vol 0' can be considered as filler or cannon if the reader chooses to do so.}

Hade Alexandrius Romualdez was a longtime bachelor and can be said to be one of the richest businessmen in the entire Philippines. It's doing things left and right and everyone can't stop when it's going to get married. Even his family and friends do not know the state of his life or if he plans to marry. He's tall, rich and handsome. He seems to have everything you want in a man. There have been many rumors about him and many have linked him to some woman but all of them have no proof. There are a lot of bodyguards in the vast mansion where it is located and there is no denying that the land it covers is very wide. But what if one day her parents suddenly thought of marrying her off to a powerful family outside the country who are their business partners. This is the Montreal family based in the United Kingdom. The Montreal family is one of the influential families and arranged marriages are common among them which are not hidden from everyone. Hade Alexandrius Romualdez strongly opposed it especially since he would not agree to marry a woman he did not know and even more he did not want to tie himself down just for a relationship that also had no destination. Hade Alexandrius Romualdez believes that marriage is sacred and that a relationship that is just a flurry of money and power has no purpose.

His well angled face, and damn beautiful brown eyes, stole her breath away. He looked so beautiful and sturdy, he had strange flurry ear at each end of his head, making him look damn seductive. Her brown eyes savoured the delicious vision in her sight, forgetting about her problems. The handsome angel-like guy opened his plump kissable lips, "Layla...Layla" How weird, his voice sounded girly like, they where familiar to her. Wait what was going on? Her body swirled, it felt like she was being pulled and turned around. "What was happening?", The turning was too much that she closed her eyes, praying that it should end. "Layla wake up", With a jolt she opened her eyes slowly, her eyes might with that of a pair of big blue eyes, they where so close to her that she was sure she could practically see every details of the eyes. "Get away from me",she yelled with a jolt, pushing the face away from her's. "What where you thinking about, sleeping when you know you have a job interview",her best friend Julia said with an exhausted tone. "I got tired. I didn't have a wink of sleep last night",Layla defended herself as she got up from the bed she was sleeping in. "Sometimes, I wonder if am the only one worried about your joblessness",Julia said, folding her hands, lifting her well

The land above ground was stained by the soft gray sheen of frost, and snow; ruins were strewn about like clumps of towering cubs of ice; it appeared as a fallen and decaying city of old that was left to rot and freeze overtime by impossibly cold weather it was not build to withstand. The city's original height, grandeur and pictorial organization had long since been obliterated within the frost of countless years. For those few remaining buildings of substantial form and recognizable as a place for habitation. Their window were healed over in secret ferns of frost were thick fog rolled off their exteriors in waves of falling vapor. These structures in their entirety formed a glacier of monstrous proportions. Akin to a city were ice giants dwelled; it was a shattered urban jungle, where the work of giants crumbled and where men of the past fell. Into the ice-kissed air came wintry-feathers of pure white; a great torrential snowfall gave-way to a fierce flickering blizzard. Pillars of light welcomed the grounds as moonlight pervaded through cascading flakes of silver. There were no mountain, fields, or plants of any kind present; instead just a myriad of ancient buildings within an empty sheet of whiteness. Wind grazed the ground and dragged flurries of fine snow that obscured the last vestiges of humanity above. This story follows one of the very few last remaining survivors of humanity as he tries his best to live among insanity and monsters in the underground. This story is about such a beast of burden, surrounded by nothing more than disease and death, How will he survive? Will klein because just another forgotten soul or will this be his obituary!?

For a few seconds it looked as thou the match was already over. I rose up onto the tips of my toes, trying to get a better view sea what was happening, i swayed backwards slightly to keep myself upright, i must of bumped into someone, because the next thing i knew i was shoved violently from behind. My body slammed into the cage with force, i grab at the links to keep myself up. Hunters eye's shot over, locking with mine. "Cupcake?" fell wordlessly from his shocked lips. I swallowed hard, feeling like a little girl about to be scolded for being caught somewhere i wasn't supposed to be. He was about to say something, but Brodie took advantage of Hunter's sudden distraction, and rammed his shoulder into Hunter's stomach. His surprise turned to shock as he sucked in a laboured breath. Anger flashed in his eyes, i had an intense feeling of deja vu. "Don't fucking move!" He growled, his eyes on mine before giving his attention back to Brodie, wrapping one hand around the back of his neck roughly yanking his head down, meeting it halfway with his knee. *** Siran Edwards appears to be your adverage good girl, straight A's no boyfriend, quiet and reversed. That is until her befriend Callie James drags her to a frat party, where she has a chance encounter with the resident bad boy Hunter Woods. In a flurry of two bodies trying to cause each other harm all of Siran's demons begin clawing their way back to the surface. Hunter woods reputation struts a mile ahead of him, he's the man every boy wants to be and the guy every girl wants to be with, and they can... For one night anyway. Together this pair creates a very unlikely and fucked up couple. Their demons and secrets of both of their past collide with incredible sparks. When the truth comes out, are they still going to be around to see it?

--- **Superpower: The Ultimate Biological Evolution Live** Yang Shung stood silently at the edge of the dense forest, the breeze rustling through the ancient trees. His sharp eyes scanned the mysterious landscape ahead. Strange beasts roared faintly in the distance, and the faint glow of a hidden realm shimmered under the morning light. "This world... full of secrets," Yang Shung muttered. His tone was calm, but his clenched fist revealed his inner determination. Beside him, Yang Ming, his younger brother, adjusted his sword belt and smirked. "Big brother, are we really heading into that so-called *Ancestral Prophecy Zone*? Rumor says no one ever returns." Yang Shung glanced at him coldly. "Fear won't uncover the truth. Only strength will." Yang Ling, their cousin, held a scroll in her delicate hands. Her demeanor was composed as she spoke, "The legends say this realm hides truths forgotten by time. If we find it, we gain the edge. If not, we die trying." The group moved forward, their footsteps blending with the rhythm of the forest. A low growl broke the silence. A massive shadow emerged—a four-eyed spirit tiger, its silver fur shimmering like steel. "Defense formation!" Yang Shung barked, his voice commanding. Yang Ming charged with his twin blades, his movements swift and precise. "I’ve been itching for a fight!" The tiger leaped, claws aiming to strike. Yang Shung raised his palm, channeling his fighting qi. A golden arc shot out, slicing the beast’s attack mid-air. Yang Ling unleashed a flurry of talismans that exploded in dazzling light, momentarily blinding the creature. "Yang Ming, finish it!" Yang Shung ordered. With a loud roar, Yang Ming’s blades glowed crimson as he slashed down, severing the tiger’s head. Blood splattered the ground, and the forest fell silent again. [You have defeated a Silver-level Spirit Beast. You gain one year of fighting qi cultivation.] Yang Shung wiped his blade clean, his expression stoic. "This is only the beginning." --- [Reflections and clean revisions complete. All names, actions, and setting adapted for flow and clarity.]

Completed. Read more @ www.NikolaStefan.com ( the first book of the series will be published in 2022 ) * Tale of Tales is a High/Epic Fantasy saga based on the motifs of ancient myths, legends, and forgotten fairytales * Senka is no hero, but you never know what is coming for you. And if that burns down your house and family, while you are left blinded by your house’s guardian snake, the outlook becomes grim. So Senka clings to her dog’s back to survive, unaware of the fateful prophecy and the great changes to come. But when a wandering warrior becomes her protector and mysterious strangers join their hounded party through a series of seemingly chance encounters, they all begin to discover that all is not as it seems. What is pursuing her? And why? Can the strange characters gathering around her on her desperate quest save her from doom? Are they mere puppets of a young, beguiling witch guided by her own hidden motives, or are forgotten shadows rising again from the immeasurable depths of time? A tale of folk fairytales and myths, of swords and sorcery and mythical beings – a unique story of dark times and unsung heroes who may light your way. Book one, A Strange Bunch, features leading characters of various ages. This is a fantasy with their progression happening slowly throughout the series, with occasional spikes in character power after certain encounters that may or may not be random. Although the book series is written with adult and young adult audiences in mind, it is, in the tradition of such epics as “The Lord of the Rings,” suitable for all ages. Excerpt from the scene depicted on the cover of the first book: “Above this hellish pack and the rider at the forefront, flurried a ghastly sight – a cloud of dark, endlessly bustling bodies and wings, a swarm of creatures that, through their almost infinite number, produced that great din which had first reached the ears…” A Note from the Autor (Nikola Stefan): Due to the upcoming publication of the first book, this tale will no longer be updated here. You can still read ahead on my site www.NikolaStefan.com (link to the next chapter: www.nikolastefan.com/episode15 ) Check my website for the latest info. Show your appreciation for the story by reacting and following. Look for me on Twitter (TheNikolaStefan) and be sure to like ⟹ facebook.com/AuthorNikolaStefan ⟸ my main update medium.

OLD VERSION - PLEASE SEE NEW LINK Excerpt: "What are you waiting for? I SAID GET OUT AND GET OUT NOW!" Alpha King Jairus Mathiasen growled menacingly, and he was in front of her instantly, leaving his mistress's side. His sweet luscious lips that used to kiss her tears away or pepper kisses all over her body, having her skin erupt in a flurry of warm, comforting, and sensual tingles now curled into a scowl as he reared back his hand and struck his Queen Luna Aakifahlynn across the face, this time with the already prepared and signed divorce paper. Causing her to stumble, hunching over sideways with the force of her husband's shove behind the slap. With her reflexes, she was able to right herself as she held the side of her face that stung in the aftermath of his heavy hand. And yet mild sparks were warming it simultaneously, but she was thankful he did not use his full strength on her weakened body. Yes, her husband, a man she had married, loved, and given five years of her life as a doting and supportive wife and Queen Luna. That same man was her mate for eight years and counting. A mate who was destined to be with her, he was made specifically for her, and she for him. Blessed by the Divine Moon Goddess herself with the aim that her creation, whom she calls her children, would never be alone in this treacherous world. They would always have each other if no one else. Queen Luna Aakifahlynn stared at the man, her husband, but she did not know who this person was before her. She surmised for the fourth time during this nightmare she would not seem to wake up from. _________________________________________________ There is no wrath like a woman betrayed in the most gruesome way. Queen Luna Aakifahlynn Mathiasen was a fierce Ace wolf, gifted and highly favored by the Divine Moon Goddess. She was also a devoted mate, wife, and Queen of the Tamman Kingdom in the Anatola Continent. Aakifahlynn was betrayed most horrendously by her husband and mate, Alpha King Jairus Mathiasen. In the moment before her death, she resigned herself to her faith and welcomed the unknown of the afterlife if there was such a thing. However, she was stunned at what happened next. Queen Luna Aakifahlynn found herself alive three years earlier, with memories of her past life still very much untouched. Wrought by sour detestation, with a second chance, Queen Luna Aakifahlynn vowed the destruction of her enemies. However, what would happen when her sworn Ayacquean enemy offers to help her? The disgraced, dark, and mysterious Emperor Demarion Dracul. Can she trust her enemy? What secrets is the Emperor hiding? The Ayacques were considered enemies of the Kingdom of Tamman because they never surrendered to the throne and their constant incitement of war. They were conniving, calculative, deceitful, yet desirable. What would happen if this unlikely combo started noticing each other somewhere along the lines of their thirst for revenge? Dive in and find out, and in the end – Would you call her the Victim or the Villain?

--- The grand arena shimmered under the midday sun, its vast expanse filled with the electrifying energy of competition. Spectators packed the stands, their murmurs of anticipation blending with the crackling aura of magic that hung in the air. At the center stage, Devil and Athex stood poised, their eyes locked in a silent exchange of determination. Devil, his heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and excitement, tightened his grip on the shimmering aura that surrounded him like a protective cloak. Across from him, Athex exuded an aura of serene confidence, his deep-blue energies swirling around him in mesmerizing patterns. The adjudicator's voice cut through the anticipation. "Begin!" With a primal roar, Devil surged forward. His movements were a blur of motion as he closed the distance between himself and Athex in a matter of heartbeats. Arcs of crimson lightning crackled around his fists as he unleashed a flurry of punches aimed at Athex's defenses. Each strike carried the weight of his determination to prove himself worthy of entering the continent's most prestigious academy. Athex, cool and collected, met Devil's assault with calculated precision. He sidestepped the first punch with fluid grace, a faint smile playing on his lips. With a swift motion of his hand, Athex summoned a barrier of mana, shimmering like a translucent shield, to intercept Devil's subsequent attacks. The clash of energies echoed through the arena, a testament to the intensity of their rivalry. Undeterred, Devil pivoted, his movements fluid and unpredictable. He feinted to the left, then spun with deceptive speed to deliver a powerful roundhouse kick aimed at Athex's midsection. Athex anticipated the maneuver, however, and countered with a burst of mana that disrupted Devil's balance. The force of the impact sent Devil staggering backwards, his aura flickering momentarily. Breathing heavily, Devil regained his footing. He could feel the strain of maintaining his aura, a torrent of raw energy that threatened to overwhelm him. Athex, sensing an opportunity, closed in swiftly. With a focused gaze, he channeled mana into his palms, weaving intricate patterns in the air. A surge of mana erupted from Athex's hands, manifesting as a concentrated beam of energy that sliced through the air towards Devil. Reacting on instinct, Devil summoned his own reserves of aura to erect a hasty barrier of shimmering light. The beam collided with Devil's defenses, sending shockwaves reverberating through his body. He gritted his teeth against the pain, the impact pushing him further back across the arena floor. The crowd erupted into gasps and cheers as the battle reached its crescendo. Devil, his muscles burning with exertion, launched a final desperate assault. With a primal roar, he surged forward once more, his aura blazing with renewed intensity. Athex, his demeanor unwavering, met Devil's charge head-on. Their clash was a symphony of motion and magic. Devil unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks, his attacks fueled by sheer determination. Athex countered with precise movements, each action calculated to exploit the smallest opening in Devil's defenses. Mana danced around them like ethereal threads, weaving a tapestry of light and shadow in the arena. Minutes stretched into eternity as the duel intensified. Devil's attacks grew increasingly frenzied, his movements fueled by a mix of adrenaline and sheer willpower. Athex, maintaining his composure, danced gracefully around Devil's onslaught, his mana shields holding firm against the relentless barrage. Yet, with each passing moment, Devil felt the toll of the battle weighing heavily upon him. His breathing grew ragged, sweat mingling with the shimmering aura that surrounded him. Athex, sensing his opponent's fatigue, pressed his advantage. With a swift motion, he unleashed a burst of mana that surged towards Devil with relentless force. Caught off guard, Devil staggered under the impact. The force of

--- The grand arena shimmered under the midday sun, its vast expanse filled with the electrifying energy of competition. Spectators packed the stands, their murmurs of anticipation blending with the crackling aura of magic that hung in the air. At the center stage, Devil and Athex stood poised, their eyes locked in a silent exchange of determination. Devil, his heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and excitement, tightened his grip on the shimmering aura that surrounded him like a protective cloak. Across from him, Athex exuded an aura of serene confidence, his deep-blue energies swirling around him in mesmerizing patterns. The adjudicator's voice cut through the anticipation. "Begin!" With a primal roar, Devil surged forward. His movements were a blur of motion as he closed the distance between himself and Athex in a matter of heartbeats. Arcs of crimson lightning crackled around his fists as he unleashed a flurry of punches aimed at Athex's defenses. Each strike carried the weight of his determination to prove himself worthy of entering the continent's most prestigious academy. Athex, cool and collected, met Devil's assault with calculated precision. He sidestepped the first punch with fluid grace, a faint smile playing on his lips. With a swift motion of his hand, Athex summoned a barrier of mana, shimmering like a translucent shield, to intercept Devil's subsequent attacks. The clash of energies echoed through the arena, a testament to the intensity of their rivalry. Undeterred, Devil pivoted, his movements fluid and unpredictable. He feinted to the left, then spun with deceptive speed to deliver a powerful roundhouse kick aimed at Athex's midsection. Athex anticipated the maneuver, however, and countered with a burst of mana that disrupted Devil's balance. The force of the impact sent Devil staggering backwards, his aura flickering momentarily. Breathing heavily, Devil regained his footing. He could feel the strain of maintaining his aura, a torrent of raw energy that threatened to overwhelm him. Athex, sensing an opportunity, closed in swiftly. With a focused gaze, he channeled mana into his palms, weaving intricate patterns in the air. A surge of mana erupted from Athex's hands, manifesting as a concentrated beam of energy that sliced through the air towards Devil. Reacting on instinct, Devil summoned his own reserves of aura to erect a hasty barrier of shimmering light. The beam collided with Devil's defenses, sending shockwaves reverberating through his body. He gritted his teeth against the pain, the impact pushing him further back across the arena floor. The crowd erupted into gasps and cheers as the battle reached its crescendo. Devil, his muscles burning with exertion, launched a final desperate assault. With a primal roar, he surged forward once more, his aura blazing with renewed intensity. Athex, his demeanor unwavering, met Devil's charge head-on. Their clash was a symphony of motion and magic. Devil unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks, his attacks fueled by sheer determination. Athex countered with precise movements, each action calculated to exploit the smallest opening in Devil's defenses. Mana danced around them like ethereal threads, weaving a tapestry of light and shadow in the arena. Minutes stretched into eternity as the duel intensified. Devil's attacks grew increasingly frenzied, his movements fueled by a mix of adrenaline and sheer willpower. Athex, maintaining his composure, danced gracefully around Devil's onslaught, his mana shields holding firm against the relentless barrage. Yet, with each passing moment, Devil felt the toll of the battle weighing heavily upon him. His breathing grew ragged, sweat mingling with the shimmering aura that surrounded him. Athex, sensing his opponent's fatigue, pressed his advantage. With a swift motion, he unleashed a burst of mana that surged towards Devil with relentless force. Caught off guard, Devil staggered under the impact. The force of