Viland Sag

Sie sollte eigentlich eine Dame aus dem Haus des Marquis sein, wurde aber durch eine Verwechslung bei der Geburt zur Tochter eines Bauern. Nachdem sie mühsam zu einer schönen und anmutigen Dame herangewachsen war, kam niemand, um ihr einen Antrag zu machen. Viele sagten, sie sei hässlich und geistig behindert oder ein verfluchtes Kind, das ihren Eltern Unglück brachte. Doch ihr Ehemann, den sie unterwegs auflas, war tatsächlich der zukünftige Premierminister. Der kleine Mönch, den sie auf dem Berg adoptierte, war einer der sechs göttlichen Generäle. Sogar die alte Dame, die sie ohne viel nachzudenken gerettet hatte, entpuppte sich als die aktuelle Kaiserin. Ein gewisser Mann sagte grimmig: "Meine Liebe, ich werde mich mit jedem anlegen, der es wagt, dich zu schikanieren!" Der göttliche General sagte: "Schwester, sag mir einfach, welches Gebiet der sechs Königreiche du willst. Ich werde es für dich erobern!" Die Kaiserin sagte: "Der Kaiser schikaniert meinen Liebling? Wartet nur! Ich werde ihn auf der Stelle absetzen!"

En un vasto imperio donde la paz se mantiene bajo el yugo de la Reina de Cenizas y sus Seis grandes hechiceros, un antiguo legionario, Lecceo, que ha vivido más de lo que ningún mortal debería, añora los días gloriosos de sus campañas. Ha presenciado la caída de imperios y el ascenso de reyes, pero nada lo ha preparado para el regreso de una amenaza olvidada: el poder demoníaco que su antiguo enemigo, el Rey de Cenizas, había sellado en el Bastión Blanco. Con el resurgimiento de la magia del infierno, el mundo corre peligro una vez más. Las fuerzas oscuras se agitan, buscando consumir todo lo que Ha'Sag había sacrificado para contenerlas. Mientras el caos amenaza con romper la frágil calma del reino, Lecceo deberá decidir si puede dejar atrás su pasado o si luchará nuevamente, no solo por su vida y su honor, sino por la salvación de un mundo que ha olvidado lo que es la guerra.

A group of advеnturеrs huddlеd around an anciеnt parchmеnt, thеir facеs illuminatеd by thе flickеring candlеlight. Elara, with hеr fiеry rеd hair and unwavеring dеtеrmination, stood at thе front. Aric, thе scholar, mеticulously transcribеd fading tеxt, his scholarly mind unwavеring. Sylas, thе mystic, sat in dееp mеditation, his prеsеncе adding an air of mysticism to thе room. Kaеl, thе advеnturеr, brimming with еnthusiasm, sharеd talеs of his wandеrings, igniting еxcitеmеnt in thе group. But looming ovеr thеm all was thе spеctral shadow of thе Kееpеr, a figurе from thе past, and thе sagе-likе Carеtakеr of thе Sanctuary, his еyеs fillеd with anciеnt wisdom. Elara's voice brokе thе silеncе, hеr words dripping with suspеnsе. "Wе stand on thе brink of somеthing еxtraordinary," shе dеclarеd, hеr еmеrald еyеs glеaming with dеtеrmination. "Thе Dragon's Eyе holds thе powеr to changе history. But thе path ahеad is trеachеrous, and wе must bе prеparеd for thе challеngеs it will bring." Embark on an extraordinary journey as we dive into the world of mystical creatures and uncover the legendary tales of the awe-inspiring Dragon's Eye. Delve into ancient scrolls and forgotten texts to unveil the secrets of this enigmatic creature.

An expedition into the unknown was truly that, what did he expect to find, stories of ghosts in the final frontier, expeditions doomed to fail, and then of course the Alaskan triangle... Unexplainable events still unexplained to this day regardless of how technology reveals the unknown. Has he gone mad? Or was this normal for anyone who gets lost here. Is it the cold? Hypothermia? Or was it rally him who lost all reasonable thought.. People go missing here more than they do in the Bermuda triangle, it was a fact brought up to him by someone who knew the area well, but he merely shrugged it off. Was he lost? Did the triangle take him? Sweat dripped down his forehead, Bertus was way too old for this but adrenaline had him on his feet by a margin, he didn't know it was going to be this kind of expedition. 'Why are you running?' The ghost like voice echoed through the forest again, he stopped and leaned against a tree, looking back he saw nothing, just trees, rocks and snow. 'Just say, and I'll end it' "Please stop!" He cried standing up and backing to a tree "I can't take it anymore!" 'Are you willing to submit yourself to me?' "What ever it takes!" Bertus saw a set of green glowing eyes appear in the dark ahead of him, then another, then another. Soon he found himself surrounded by eyes, standing so that they don't come in line with the illuminated snow. Bertus felt his breathing pick up, a fog started rolling in from all directions, until the wolf eyes disappeared behind it. Somehow it gave him relief, until the eyes appeared in the mist again, this time closer, but still they made no noise, he trembled uncontrollably looking around as to see a way out but there was none. 'You can calm down now Bertus' the voice came from the front, he saw between the green dots a set of violet purple eyes appear, and come up to him, as they approached, the white mist inverted, turning black, the trees turned white, he could see the wolves now but they looked like corpses, half bone, flesh rotten and intestines missing. Some were only an embodied ball of sagging, rotting flesh, the bones not present. Fear gripped Bertus but then a hand took his cheek and brought his face forward to meet the purple eyes again, it was a woman, she looked native American but her eyes seemed lifeless, hollow, violet smoke emitted from her irises, making it hard to see how her eyes really looked. Bertus backed but only his head could move and it hit the tree. He looked down and saw she was in fact naked, but black smoke covered her in such a way that one could only barely make out her nudity. 'Sssh–' she said, he saw fangs in her mouth, black ears on her head tucked into her thick black hair. 'I will take the nightmare away now' She leaned in and kissed him. Bertus felt her cold lips, then in through his mouth came warmth, almost like drinking soup, it went down into his stomach and finally it made his whole body twitch involuntarily. Pain took him over, he screamed and fell to the ground it felt like his body was being torn from the inside out, then as the hunger and bloodlust set in, his vision blacked out. 'You will never be human again, you will never die as well, but you will always seek blood, want flesh, and always want more'

”I’m sorry...” Rune, famously known as the invincible ’God of the Underworld’, glanced down at the knife protruding from his chest with wide eyes. How could he have been caught off guard? But then he looked up, and saw that the one who had done the deed was none other than his best friend, his most loyal follower. ”I’m really, really sorry,” Zeke murmured, his hands trembling around the hilt of the blade. ”But if I don't do this, then who knows what Cereus would do when he and his gang catch you.” Rune staggered back and fell as Zeke released him, clutching the hilt of the knife. He could himself slipping away from consciousness, barely holding on. The corner of his mouth turned up slowly, as he realized what this was all about. He laughed, despite the pain that shot through his body treacherously. What was this? What was this feeling inside him? Regret? Guilt? He was only at the mere age of twenty-one, there were so many things he hasn't done yet... Cereus. It's all that b*stard’s fault. He’s always making problems for them, even till the end. Rune stopped laughing and let his body sag against the wall that held him up. But if it weren't for the fact that he was ambitious, if he weren't so power-hungry and desperate to make himself known, then they wouldn't have made so many enemies in the first place. Slowly, his eyes closed and his head dropped, the last of his energy drawing away. It was already too late to change anything now...

Waking up, Han Zhao transmigrated to a world where the kingdoms competed for supremacy and the demons were rampant. The Divine Warrior Family stood high above the world, and the Spiritual Beast Family overlooked all living beings. The Martial Dao system was broken and declining. Han Zhao had mediocre qualifications but was armed with a prompt simulator. After the kryptonite simulation, he could choose one of three choices: [word], [attribute points], and [life experience]. [You practice martial arts for eight years and barely get started. At twenty-five years old, you marry a wife and have a child. At the age of fifty, you die of illness.] [You have been practicing martial arts for one year and have successfully started. Twenty-two years old, in an open fight between gangs, you are seriously injured and die of poisoning.] 　　... [Life Simulation]： Basic entry, simulate future life once. [Blade and Sword Dual Mastery]: White word entry, triple the qualification of blade and sword dao. [Basic Master]： Green entry, double the speed of basic martial arts cultivation, and greatly increases the probability of breaking through the upper limit. [Late Bloomer]: Blue entry, qualification increases with age. [Body Refining Maniac]： Purple entry, a huge breakthrough in cultivating body refining techniques. [Dan Dao Sag]： Orange entry, the qualification of alchemy is increased a hundred times. [Immortal Posture]: Red entry, looks more and more beautiful, and has a charming effect on the opposite sex. 　　... [The 72nd level of the Nourishing Health Skill; special effects: strong body (hidden special effects: immortality, sun true astral, nirvana holy body, five-color divine light...)] As long as there were enough entries, the mediocre power and simple and easy-to-learn nourishment techniques could be practiced to become a supreme martial art.

"Gatte, ich will nicht mehr, ich fühle mich schrecklich..." "Baby, sei brav und trink die Medizin aus." Der gut aussehende Mann nimmt die Frau in die Arme und streichelt sie zärtlich, während er ihr die Medizin einflößt. Joanna Lawrence stößt auf Ashton Heath, den angesehensten Spross von Closia City, und schläft eine Nacht mit ihm. Nachdem er ihr im Gegenzug für die Heirat Vergünstigungen angeboten hat, hat die frischgebackene Mrs. Heath plötzlich die Macht, alles zu bekommen, was sie sich jemals gewünscht hat. "Gatte, ich habe heute die Filmkönigin Faye geohrfeigt, war ich zu viel?" "Baby, tut deine Hand weh? Lass mich sie für dich massieren." "Gatte, ich habe deine Kreditkarte ausgereizt, bist du sauer?" "Baby, bist du mit deinem Einkauf zufrieden? Sag mir Bescheid, wenn du mehr brauchst." "Gatte, ich bin heute müde, ich will mich nicht bewegen..."

[REIFER INHALT] "Paaren Sie sich mit jemandem?" Verblüfft trat sie einen Schritt zurück und vergrößerte den Abstand zwischen ihnen. "Wie bitte?" "Ah ..." Ein Seufzen verließ seine Lippen. " Vielleicht muss ich meine Frage umformulieren. F*cken Sie jemanden?" Sie holte kurz Luft, weil sie nicht wusste, was sie sagen sollte. Wut stieg in ihrem Kopf auf und mischte sich mit unerwartetem Verlangen. Leider siegte das Verlangen. Er hob eine Augenbraue, und im nächsten Moment stand er schon vor ihrem Körper. Ihre Instinkte meldeten sich. Sie ging ein paar Schritte zurück, bis sie mit dem Rücken an die Wand stieß. Der Geruch von Schokolade und Mandeln strömte zwischen ihnen hindurch. Verblüfft glaubte sie, die Süße des Weins zu riechen, aber er verschwand so schnell, wie er gekommen war. "Ich glaube nicht, dass Sie das etwas angeht, Mr. Graydon", sagte sie mit einem verärgerten Laut. "Tut es das nicht?" Sein Atem stockte, seine Augen verdunkelten sich vor Verlangen. "Nein." Ihre Lippen bebten bei ihrer offensichtlichen Ablehnung. Sie nahm all ihren Mut zusammen und hoffte, er würde ihre Erregung nicht riechen. Sie wusste, dass es vergebens war. Seine Finger strichen leicht über ihre Wangen, dann wanderten sie ihren Hals hinunter und verweilten auf ihrem Schlüsselbein, die Berührung ließ ihr einen Schauer über den Rücken laufen. Es weckte das Urbedürfnis, das sie seit ihrer Begegnung zu verbergen versucht hatte. Sie wollte ihn. Nein. Sie brauchte ihn, in sich selbst. Ihr Gesicht errötete bei dem Gedanken, dass er sie nehmen würde, am liebsten direkt an diesen Wänden. "Du willst mich", stellte er fest. "So sehr, wie ich dich will." Erschrocken über ihr eigenes rohes und starkes Verlangen, wandte sie den Kopf ab. "Ich will nicht..." "Schhh...", brachte er sie mit einem Finger zum Schweigen. Dann kam er näher, so nah, dass seine langen Wimpern ihre Wange berührten. Ihr Herz pochte wie eine Trommel gegen ihre Brust, schnell und heiß in Erwartung. "Jetzt sag mir, Kleines... muss ich erst jemanden loswerden, bevor ich dich dazu bringe, mich anzuflehen, dich kommen zu lassen?" ...... Ist die Liebe das Chaos wert, das sie mit sich bringt? ..... Tags: #lycans #witch #strongfemalelead #strongmalelead #norape #smut #mates #slowburn .... Schaut euch die kompletten Informationen an! ..... Geschrieben von: B.Mitchylle E-Mail: bmitchylle@gmail.com Insta: @b.mitchylle Diskord: MitchyMitch#3750 EDITED by: S.T. Ahikx Insta: @S.T. Ahikx DAS COVER GEHÖRT MIR NICHT!

[ENTHÄLT REIFEN INHALT! ] (Lies wenigstens die ersten fünfzehn Kapitel, bevor du es wegwirfst) . Anna Sui erwacht aus ihrem betrunkenen Zustand und sieht, wie ihr Freund sie am Vorabend ihrer Hochzeit mit ihrer besten Freundin betrügt. Anna war so untröstlich, dass sie aus dem Haus rannte, aber durch eine unglückliche Wendung des Schicksals hatte sie einen One-Night-Stand mit einem völlig Fremden. . AUSZÜGE, "Anna, wo bist du? Ich versuche schon seit Stunden dich anzurufen, warum ignorierst du meine Anrufe?" Ihr Stirnrunzeln vertiefte sich. "Lass mich in Ruhe Mack, du kannst weiter mit Nari zusammen sein, das ist mir egal." Schrie sie. "Ach bitte hör auf Anna. Du bist meine Freundin und ich verlange es zu wissen. Sag mir nicht, dass du mit einem anderen Mann zusammen bist Ann. Hast du vergessen, dass heute unsere Hochzeit ist?" Bevor Anna etwas sagen konnte, wurde ihr das Telefon entrissen. "Sie gehört jetzt mir. Wenn du von jetzt an anrufst oder störst, was mir gehört, kannst du in der Hölle schmoren." Er erhob sich und warf das Telefon zur Seite. . (IM WETTBEWERB UM DIE FEDER DES AMORS. Unterstütze das Buch, indem du es zur Bibliothek hinzufügst und mit dem Kraftstein abstimmst.)

Cecily war ein schmächtiges Mädchen ohne Freunde. Doch wie alle anderen Mädchen sehnte sie sich nach der wahren Liebe. Sie war schon immer in Robert, den Sohn des Alphas in ihrem Rudel, verknallt. Doch an ihrem achtzehnten Geburtstag erfuhr sie, dass Robert ihr Gefährte war! Bevor sie ihn vor Aufregung umarmen konnte, hatte Robert ihre Hand schon weggeschleudert wie ein Stück Dreck. "Du wirst nicht mein Gefährte werden. Tu so, als wäre heute nichts passiert. Geh und pass auf, was du sagst. Sag nichts, was du nicht sagen solltest!" Robert beäugte die sexy, schöne blonde Alison öffentlich bei ihrer Highschool-Abschlussfeier. Die Abschlussfahrt hat Cecily verändert, sie ist stärker, selbstbewusster, lebendiger, schöner und sexy geworden. Außerdem begann Robert, der sie auf seinem College-Campus wiedertraf, sie zu verfolgen. "Du sollst meine Luna sein. Wir werden von nun an zusammen leben. Wir werden viele Kinder haben. Sie werden gesund und klug sein." Roberts Augen waren voller Lust. Roberts Pöbeleien widerten Cecily an und verursachten Ekel und Übelkeit! Als Cecily sich aufgrund des Kraftunterschieds nicht vor Robert schützen konnte, erschien Michael. "Dein Verhalten macht dich als Alpha unwürdig." Michael sah Robert mit Verachtung an. Während Roberts Amtseinführung als Alpha konnte Cecily seine Pöbeleien nicht mehr ertragen. "Ich, Cecily Levin, lehne Robert Paslo als meinen Gefährten ab." Als Robert wütend war und Cecily verletzen wollte, tauchte Michael wieder auf! "Cecily war die Gefährtin, die von der Mondgöttin für mich bestimmt wurde." Michael sah Cecily sanft an. "Wer es wagt, sie zu berühren, respektiert die königliche Familie nicht."

"Gatte, ich will nicht mehr, ich fühle mich schrecklich..." "Baby, sei brav und trink die Medizin aus." Der gut aussehende Mann nimmt die Frau in die Arme und streichelt sie zärtlich, während er ihr die Medizin einflößt. Qiao Mianmian stößt auf Mo Yesi, den angesehensten Spross der Stadt Yuncheng, und schläft eine Nacht bei ihm. Nachdem er ihr als Gegenleistung für die Heirat Vorteile angeboten hat, hat die neu ernannte Frau Mo plötzlich die Macht, alles zu haben, was sie sich jemals gewünscht hat. "Gatte, ich habe heute die Filmkönigin Cheng Feifei geohrfeigt, war ich zu viel?" "Baby, tut deine Hand weh? Lass mich sie für dich massieren." "Gatte, ich habe deine Kreditkarte ausgereizt, bist du sauer?" "Baby, bist du mit deinem Einkauf zufrieden? Sag mir Bescheid, wenn du mehr brauchst." "Gatte, ich bin heute müde, ich will mich nicht bewegen..."

Nach drei Jahren Ehe hatte sich Wendy Stewart an die sarkastischen Bemerkungen von Michael Lucas gewöhnt, an seine häufigen Scheidungsdrohungen und sogar daran, dass er sich eine Geliebte gönnte. Sie glaubte, dies ihr Leben lang ertragen zu können, bis sie versehentlich mit einem Kind schwanger wurde, das Michael nicht wollte. Schließlich unterschrieb Wendy verzweifelt die Scheidungsvereinbarung und zog aus. Sie dachte, sie könnten sich für immer trennen, aber Michael weigerte sich, nach der Scheidung aufzuhören, nach ihr zu suchen. Als sie sich wiedertrafen, war sie die Top-Designerin der Welt. Sie lächelte ihren Ex-Mann freundlich an und sagte: "Mein Lieber, wir sind bereits geschieden." Michael starrte sie nur kalt an: "Sag mir, was muss geschehen, damit wir uns wieder versöhnen?"

Vor fünf Jahren wurde Qiao Nian von ihrer Schwester, Qiao Xin, hintergangen. Nachdem sie eine Nacht mit einem Fremden verbracht hatte, wurde Qiao Nian schwanger. Sie wusste nicht, wer der Vater des Kindes war, und brachte schließlich eine Totgeburt zur Welt. Durch die Machenschaften ihrer Mutter und ihrer Schwester wurde Qiao Nian ihre Anteile an der Qiao-Gruppe entzogen und in eine psychiatrische Klinik eingewiesen. Fünf Jahre später sollte ihre jüngere Schwester, Qiao Xin, mit dem zweiten jungen Meister der Familie Gu verheiratet werden. Es wurde gemunkelt, er sei extrem hässlich. Am Tag seiner Geburt sagte der Arzt voraus, dass er nicht älter als zwanzig Jahre alt werden würde. Ihre Mutter konnte es nicht ertragen, dass Qiao Xin einen solchen Menschen heiratete und dachte an Qiao Nian, die immer noch in der Nervenheilanstalt eingesperrt war. Über Nacht wurde Qiao Nian aus der Klinik geholt, um Qiao Xin in ihrer Ehe mit der Familie Gu zu ersetzen. Ihre Mutter sagte: "Es ist gut, dass Qiao Nian, dieser Taugenichts, Xin'er als lebende Witwe in der Familie Gu ersetzen kann. Wenn Xin'er in diese Familie einheiraten würde, würde es mir das Herz brechen." Qiao Xin sagte: "Mutter, sag das nicht über die Schwester. Wenn sie nicht wäre, wüsste ich nicht, was ich tun sollte. Ich mache mir nur Sorgen, dass die Schwester nicht einverstanden ist." Ihr Vater sagte: "Xin'er, du bist zu nett. Hast du vergessen, wie Qiao Nian dich vor fünf Jahren verleumdet hat? Sie hat keine Selbstbeherrschung. Sie wurde vor der Ehe schwanger und brachte sogar eine Totgeburt zur Welt. Wir behandeln sie gut genug, indem wir sie jemanden aus der angesehenen Familie Gu heiraten lassen! Welches Recht hat sie, wählerisch zu sein?" Qiao Nian spöttelte. Damals war die Intrige gegen sie nur durch eine verrückte Kombination von Faktoren erfolgreich gewesen, unter denen sie zu leiden hatte. Sie wollte es ihnen allen heimzahlen! Alle dachten, dass ihre Handlungen auf einer Kombination aus Verlierermentalität und Geisteskrankheit beruhten, aber sie ahnten nicht, dass diese Ehe eine so starke Verbindung sein würde, wie der Mars, der auf die Erde stürzt! Qian Nian machte sich ihre brillanten medizinischen Fähigkeiten zunutze und brachte so manchen Abschaum zum Schweigen. Im Handumdrehen schockierten ihre zahlreichen Identitäten die Welt, als jede von ihnen aufgedeckt wurde. Es stellte sich heraus, dass sie reich genug war, um es mit einem ganzen Land aufzunehmen! Später stellte der Zweite Junge Meister Gu ein Paar von Qiao Nians Miniaturklonen vor sie hin. Angesichts dieser beiden Kinder, die ihr und Gu Zhou ähnelten, blinzelte Qiao Nian schockiert. "Wann habe ich eure Kinder zur Welt gebracht?"

# WIFE-CHASING Su Wan liebte Jing Chen seit zehn Jahren, und sie war seit zwei Jahren mit ihm verheiratet. Jing Chen war immer der Ehemann, ganz gleich, ob sie allein oder in der Öffentlichkeit waren. Er erinnerte sich an ihren Hochzeitstag und bereitete zu jedem besonderen Anlass Geschenke für sie vor. Sie war sein Augapfel, und er behandelte sie wie einen kostbaren Schatz. Er mochte ihren Körper so sehr, dass man sagen könnte, er sei von ihm besessen. Doch nur Su Wan wusste, dass Jing Chen sich nur wie ein perfekter Ehemann verhielt, weil er ein Mann der Worte war. Sie würde nie vergessen, was er ihr bei ihrer Heirat sagte: "Ich kann dich heiraten, aber ich habe bereits jemanden, den ich liebe. Unsere Ehe wird drei Jahre lang halten. Drei Jahre später wirst du derjenige sein, der Großvater die Scheidung vorschlägt." Als Jing Chen an ihrem zweiten Jahrestag die Scheidungspapiere hervorholte und sie ihr vorlegte, war Su Wan nicht überrascht. Sie steckte heimlich ihren Schwangerschaftstest weg. "Es sind zwar noch nicht drei Jahre wie versprochen, aber Bai Lian ist zurück. Ich kann es wieder gutmachen", sagte Jing Chen. Su Wan nickte ruhig: "Okay." "Du wirst diejenige sein, die Großvater um die Scheidung bittet. Sag ihm, dass du schon jemanden hast, den du magst. Auch wenn Großvater nicht zustimmen will, wird er dich nicht abweisen", sagte Jing Chen. Su Wan nickte: "Verstehe, aber... ist eine Scheidung ein Muss? Und wenn ich sage, wir bekommen ein Kind?" Jing Chen antwortete: "Su Wan, in meiner Welt gibt es kein Wenn. Ich habe immer empfängnisverhütende Maßnahmen ergriffen. Selbst wenn es wirklich zu einem Unfall kommen sollte, werde ich dafür sorgen, dass er verschwindet. Ich werde dieses Risiko nicht auf mich nehmen." An seinem Hochzeitstag wurde Su Wans Baby als Frühchen geboren. Su Wan war in einen Autounfall verwickelt, und die Szene war voller Blut. In einer Blutlache liegend, drückte Su Wan ihren Bauch fest an sich, verzweifelt, um ihn zu schützen. Später gab es Gerüchte, dass Jing Chen seine Braut an diesem Tag verlassen hatte. Er bewahrte den kalten Körper seiner Ex-Frau eine ganze Woche lang auf und ließ nicht zu, dass sie beerdigt wurde. Jing Chen war völlig außer sich. Bis eines Tages Su Wan mit zwei entzückenden Babys an ihm vorbeiging...

Jiang Jing Jing is a young genius, a sudden accident made her parents to ascend and she is left alone to fight for herself and search for her elder brothers in the vast cultivation world of beast in both animal and human form. she makes her own space realm after acquiring the laws of the space and makes it a paradise for herbs and beasts. Making contract with divine artifacts and unique beast she becomes the youngest cultivator the become a great martial aunt of the Tianji sect. After encounters rare treasures one after another she becomes the golden koi fish of the cultivation world, transcending heaven and earth to become a powerful cultivator. She saves her brothers from doom and makes her enemies vanish from the face of the world.

How a curse effect her life

খুব বেশি দিনের কথা নয়। একদিনের মাত্র কয়েক ঘণ্টার প্রচণ্ড ঝড়ে শহর কলকাতার স্বাভাবিক জীবনযাত্রা লণ্ডভণ্ড হয়ে গিয়েছিল। বড় বড় গাছগুলাে শিকড় উপড়ে পথের ওপর মুখ থুবড়ে পড়েছে। পরদিন দেখে মনে হয়েছিল যুদ্ধ-হত এক-একটা অতিকায় দানব অঙ্গ-প্রত্যঙ্গ ছড়িয়ে আকাশের দিকে মুখ করে অভিযােগ জানাচ্ছে। ভাঙা ডাল, ছেড়া তার আর উড়ন্ত টিনের চাল সরিয়ে চলাচলের পথ সুগম করতে এক সপ্তাহ লেগেছিল। কিন্তু আমি সেদিনের কথাই বলছি। সেই প্রলয়-সন্ধ্যার কথা। কাক চিল পটাপট মাটিতে আছাড় খেয়ে মরেছে। গাছ আর ভাঙা বাড়ি চাপা পড়ে অনেক লােক হতাহত হয়েছে। ট্রাম-বাস বন্ধ হওয়ায় বহু মেয়ে-পুরুষ পথে আটকে গেছে, আর ঘরে ফিরতে পারবে কিনা, সেই ত্রাস চোখ ঠেলে উঠেছে। যারা ভাগ্যবান আগেই ঘরে পৌঁছে গিয়েছিল তারা ভগবানকে ধন্যবাদ দিয়েছে।

""""""Had I known, I've reaped what I've sown, Though all have been warning me, I thought they were as noisy as they can be, I listened to him and what he whispered, In darkness, his eyes glittered, He said I should do it if I cared, He didn't care of what I feared, Then so children were my sadness, I gave In, forgetting the consequences, It's been nine months now, my belly has sagged, Remembering the trails, how my mother had nagged, In the labour room, where my thoughts were frozen, At the race of my bastard child, my heart was broken..... """ ============================ INSPIRATIONAL THOUGHTS is an original poem written directly from the heart. I really hope you guys enjoy it ❤Steph

The fact that you had sex with someone merely to get even with me startled me. Her head sagged. This was not intended to happen. She was not the villain. Amelia John is 43 years old, married, and has two adult children. Olivia, who is nineteen and in college, and Daniel, who is twenty-two and married to Mary. Jack and Amelia have been married for twenty-three years after dating for twenty-five. He is also a pig. Her husband Jack had gradually seized control of every area of her life over the years. Without her realizing it, her friends started to slip away gradually, and she stopped getting invitations to coffee dates or happy hours. He was in total command of her life. He made all of her travel, activity, and contact decisions. He never used force against her. But he had psychological and emotional influence over her. She needed some time—actually, years—to realize that she had been mostly cut off from her family and friends. Her initial reaction was to take the kids and leave when she finally realized what he had done. He persuaded her that what he did was for the benefit of the children as much as for her by making it apparent that he would never permit it and that he would do everything in his power to prove that she was a bad mother. similar to many other women in her position. Read on to learn how she managed to liberate herself.

“Love from the Shadows” In the heart of a rain-soaked city, where secrets linger like echoes, two souls collide—a mysterious woman named Evelyn and a weary seeker named Gabriel. Their paths intersect at a forgotten bookstore, its shelves sagging under the weight of forgotten stories. Evelyn tends to the books, breathing life into narratives that society has discarded. Gabriel arrives, desperate to find his missing sister, Luna, who believed in magic and hidden realms. Luna’s photograph, crumpled and haunting, becomes their compass. As rain taps on the windowpanes, Evelyn and Gabriel embark on a quest. They follow cryptic messages, unravel forgotten pages, and confront their own shadows. Together, they seek redemption, solace, and the promise that love can transcend time and space—even in the darkest alleys. “Let It Be” becomes their sanctuary—a place where love blooms from the shadows, where whispers hold the key to hidden truths. As they delve deeper, they discover that sometimes, the greatest magic lies in the spaces between reality and dreams. In this tale of mystery, longing, and hidden connections, Evelyn and Gabriel navigate a labyrinth of forgotten memories, guided by Luna’s belief that love is a force that defies boundaries. As the rain continues to fall, they unravel the threads of their own lives, hoping to find Luna and, perhaps, a love that transcends even death. “Love from the Shadows” invites readers to explore the enigmatic corners of the heart, where love thrives in unexpected places and secrets are written in ink and starlight.

The body laid against the against the alleyway. The beautiful man slept peacefully, the blood oozed in all directions. His wounded shoulder sagged against his chest, his skin bunched together on the floor next to him, all cut off. His beauty didn't decrease, in fact increased. His silky, raven hair was tied into a loose pony tail, his tanned skin, glistened with the flecks of blood on his delicious neck, his Adam's apple looked so sinfully beautiful that even god would be tempted to gawk at it. His rosey-slightly chapped lips was pulled into a straight line, as if he was bored. The beautiful mans, shallow breath, started getting stronger, his flesh wizzing around like a parasite. His flesh was intact. Opening his sharp Phoenix eyes, the golden hue narrowed down to his murderer. "Klance" klance looked back down to the body. Seeing the body alive and well, he cursed under his breath. "I thought I killed you this time jack, aww." He pouted like a child. "How many times do I have to tell you, I can't die". "Ehhh, but-but" he started stuttering. "How?!, no matter how many times I try, you don't die" This was the 28th time klance had tried to kill him. "Then this should be your 28th lesson, now open your useless eyes and listen to me carefully, I. Can't. Die." //:/:: The story of a depressed immortal, Stuck in time as a twenty eight year old. Living, only trying to die. Until, a sweet, glasses wearing freckled brunette was pushed into his life. Literally. How will our couple progress? Glasses wearing boy and sad, mean gong What a combo! Watch our sweet gong try to calm his huge raging boner In chapter 5 ---- obviously a BL book Sexual themes Dark themes Religion is occasionally mentioned Slightly depressing Comedy This book is mine Completely genuine Did not get inspiration of another to write this Copyright © No stealing

In the heart of industrial London, amidst the smog-choked streets and towering factories, lies the narrow and notorious Charter Row, a place where the city’s poorest cling to life in tenements that sag under the weight of desperation. It is here, in this squalid corner of the world, that two souls from opposite ends of society become entangled in a tale of mystery, redemption, and the cruel inequalities of Victorian England. Young Evelyn Hargrove, a bright and compassionate orphan raised in a workhouse, has spent her life in the service of others, working as a seamstress in one of London’s many sweatshops. She dreams of a better life, but her path seems hopelessly bound to Charter Row, where each day is a struggle for survival. Yet, beneath her modest exterior, Evelyn possesses a fierce determination to escape her grim fate and seek out the truth about her family, whose identity remains shrouded in mystery. Meanwhile, Alaric Fitzwilliam, the disillusioned son of a wealthy industrialist, grows weary of the opulence and moral decay that pervades high society. Torn between the privileges of his birth and the stirrings of a conscience that refuses to remain silent, Alaric begins to question the very foundations of the world he inhabits. When a chance encounter brings him to Charter Row, he becomes embroiled in the plight of its forgotten inhabitants and discovers an unsettling secret—his own family’s fortune is built upon the misery of those who dwell in the shadows. As Evelyn and Alaric’s lives intertwine, they uncover a sinister plot within London’s elite, where the suffering of the poor is masked by false charity and hidden greed. At the heart of this conspiracy is Lord Davenport, a cruel and calculating man with ties to the powerful Hargrove family—connections that may hold the key to Evelyn’s past. Together, Evelyn and Alaric must navigate the perilous divide between wealth and poverty, risking everything to bring light to the darkness of Charter Row. But in a city where secrets are currency and morality is a luxury few can afford, will their courage be enough to break free from the chains of fate?

It's summer , it's another summer . But Wang family isn't visiting their farms house. Little kim is sad so as her elder sis Sosso. There's special thing about Sosso Wang , she can hear weather , Her life goes with her wheelchair , she loves painting , as you enter ger room you can smell the medicines at the left And paints at the right . You can find everything in her room just like other girls do have , except for a mirror , Little wind chimes rings as the breeze came . Sosso's Home's near by a Lake. She call this Swan farm lake , the name says everything , Sossos mother died last summer and now it's another summer , Sosso's Dad Mr. Jamie he's about to marry this month, Last year , it was May by the month. Everything was going well Wang family was on their way to the farm house near their town. A Truck wass passing by their car , It was raining then as like the road was slippery , it was just a blinking time . Sosso's Dad opened his eyes and saw her wife's body tore up in a half. Kim was in the car but senseless Sosso screaming to hell , that he couldn't look at her face , as their car flipped she came out through the windshield , her left side of face skin sagging down and broken glasses went into her left eye....... They all are in traumatic experience by now. Except for Mrs. Sora .. Sosso is just like her mother , brown hair .. little blush on cheeks and nose. She is not fully prepared for her new mother. Step mother.. She knows her . She is her history teacher Miss Rin Miss Rin and Sosso has a really good bonding in school. But what about when it's her next mother..... Here's the journey begins

A black blacker than nothing is what here is I can't tell if this is the place you are sent after death or before it. Consciousness snapped back into place along with sight followed by muted feeling to the rest of my body 'Where am I, what is this place' The surroundings are nothing but plains of rotting soil infested with an unknowable amount of bugs and mould with bolder stones jutting out everywhere. With the only notable feature is a monolith of a hand-shaped bolder. [Ding!] 'Hu' [Welcome traveller from another world! To the world of Aphis where with the help of skills and techniques you endlessly ascend in strength and become a God or more, to get started say status if you want to know more focus on what and if you have enough causality it shall be explained to you, Good luck!] 'What? Staus?' [Species: undead (discarded) Name:_________ level: 1/5 (exp: 0/3) MP: 1/1 HP: 5/5 SP: infinity/infinity Strength: 0.3 (for each point of Strength is 10 kilograms of force) Endurance: 0.5 (for each point of endurance is 10 HP and SP, increases physical resistance) Agility: 0.1 (for each point of Agility is 2 meters per second) Dexterity: 0.1 (increases your ability to perform technical skills) Intelligence: 0.5 ( 1 point of intelligence equals 2 MP and increases skills speed and ability) Wisdom: 0.5 (1 point of wisdom gives 1 MP regeneration every 10 minutes, increases mental skill control) Charisma: 0.1 (increases liveability and leadership skills) Skills [Unrestricted body (level: 1/100) ] 'Hu, what? Undead..' the thing I so wanted to ignore to just push to the back of my mind, with the rotting flesh tubes that would have once been called arms in the bottom of my eyes view that are practically sagging out of their sockets, The panic that was so desperately being superseded seeps through my body as every fibre of my being tensed as what felt like my entire nerve system was crushed in excruciating pain. [YOU HAVE DIED] Death again and just as quickly back to die again, death after death after death after death it continues.

“Why are you doing this? Why?” “Mom, what do you mean by ‘why’? I’m doing all of this for you.” His voice had a strange gentleness, laced with an unsettling calm. “You’re just confused because you hit your head. That’s why I’m giving you time and space to think.” “Who is your mom, huh? I am not the woman you think I am!” Rebecca's voice trembled with defiance, but the tremor in her hands betrayed her. “I have never been that person...” Before she could finish, his hand clamped over her mouth, silencing her. His grip was firm, but his eyes softened in that familiar way that once seemed innocent, but now chilled her to the bone. “Mom,” he whispered, leaning closer, his breath warm against her skin, “you are my mom. The one who first took care of me, who gave me my first real meal… So, please, don’t say things that will hurt us both.” Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked out of the basement, the click of the lock echoing in the silence as the heavy door sealed her inside. Rebecca slid down to the cold floor, her body sagging against the wall. The expression on her face was no longer one of anger or fear, just a hollow, distant stare—a stark contrast to the passionate woman who moments ago had lashed out at her 'son'. How did it come to this? How had she found herself trapped in this nightmarish situation? She couldn’t comprehend how the boy she had raised had become so twisted, so unhinged, consumed by an obsession. He was fixated on the idea that she was his mother—not because of the care and warmth he had received from his real mother, but because of the care Rebecca had given him. She had stepped into the role with utmost emotion, raising him as if he were her own. But the moment she tried to reveal her true identity, the truth of who she really was, he stopped her. He didn’t want to hear it. He couldn’t bear the thought that the one person who had shown him true affection wasn’t the woman he desperately wanted her to be. The madness in his eyes haunted her. He wasn’t simply confused—he knew. He wanted her to become that woman. And he wouldn’t stop until she accepted that horrifying lie. “Don’t worry. If you truly want to escape, we can help you. We will help you.” The voice was delicate, fluttering in the stillness. It came from a butterfly—a shimmering, ethereal creature that hovered before her. Its wings glowed faintly in the dim light, reflecting the smallest hints of magic. Rebecca’s lips twisted into a bitter smile as she gazed at the butterfly. It was almost laughable, the cruelty of it all. The very gods she had once trusted, the ones she had so diligently served, had kept this terrible secret from her. They had watched everything unfold, indulging in the spectacle like it was a game for their amusement, only stepping in now because things had spiraled beyond their control. She had believed they were her friends, that they valued her loyalty, her offerings. She had shared her most intriguing knowledge with them, thinking it was a fair exchange. But in the end, they had betrayed her, sitting idle while her life was in a mess. “You?” she whispered, her voice low and venomous. “You want to help me? After everything you’ve done by staying silent? By watching this sick play, entertained by my suffering?” Though her voice was barely audible, she didn’t need to shout to express the depth of her rage. Her tone seethed with quiet fury. She didn’t want her captor to hear, but her anger was raw, palpable. She treated him as her own son, but he was not willing to accept her as his mother, he was obsessed with the original soul who didn't treat him well. Rebecca’s thoughts turned darker, colder. She didn’t just want to escape—she wanted to disappear entirely. She couldn’t live like this, not in this prison of delusion and betrayal. She would find a way out. She had to. And when she did, she would make sure she was never found again.

Chapter 1 I was not thrilled with the idea of ​​a colleague, to find a car in the application, in order to get from Moscow to Voronezh. But still agreed it was cheaper and faster. Katya helped me choose a car, she said the most important thing is to pay attention to good reviews. Driver Maxim, the reviews are all good. I sent an application. He confirmed. - Zhenya, look how cute he is! - shouted a colleague, enlarging the photo of the driver. `` Oh, I'm not looking for a groom for Katya, I need to go home, but quickly, '' I brushed aside. - One is not a hindrance to the other. - the girl laughed loudly. I sighed heavily. Saying goodbye, I went home to collect things. I did not leave for long, only for three days for my mother's birthday. So it makes no sense to take a lot of clothes. There was not much time left, in an hour you need to be already in place. As much as I was in a hurry, but still a little late, the minibus was crawling like a turtle. Briskly walking to the designated place. I hope the driver waited for me. When she saw the black Chevrolet Cruze breathed a sigh of relief. The young man lowered the darkened glass. All the windows were tightly tinted, I could not make out the other passengers. As far as Katya informed me, the driver usually takes several fellow travelers. “Zhenya?” The driver turned to me. He's a pretty cute guy indeed. - Yes. Hello. - I answered, not daring to get into the car. - Hello. I'm Max. Sit down. - I did not see his eyes under sunglasses, but there was a feeling that Maxim was devouring me with a look. Imagine my surprise when I opened the door and found an empty car, not counting the driver. Maybe I'm not the only one late. But as soon as I sat down, the car took off. I immediately tensed. - And that no one else is going with you? - I decided to find out all the same. - No, others canceled the request. - Maxim answered, and I noticed his grin in the rear-view mirror. Something is wrong? Or am I just winding myself up? Somehow I am not calm. Maybe ask to stop the car, say that I changed my mind. No, then I definitely won't make it home in time. Calm down Zhenya! The reviews were good, nothing to worry about. “What are you afraid of?” Maxim said in a hoarse voice, stunning me. “Excuse me?” I didn't understand the essence of the question. - Well, you're kind of tense. Afraid to go alone? ”I noticed his smile again. It seems to me we did not switch to you! - No, you are mistaken. - I answered, focusing on you. I don't know why, but this guy didn't like him. It's already dark in the car, and he put on his sunglasses still. Look how cool I am. - That's great. You will be happy with the trip, - said the guy confidently. Hope so! He looked no more than twenty-five. Dark blond hair. Dark skin. If you can determine the physique by what I can contemplate behind the driver's seat, then it seems to be broad-shouldered and not thin. - If you want to drink, there are bottles with water in the seat pocket, - Maxim kindly suggested, and made the music louder. As provided, I did not bother to take water with me. When Max saw her approach the car, his blood boiled with anticipation. Not bad. Even a chick is good. What he needs. What he wanted for a long time. Recently, I have come across one middle peasant. And this is not a fig did not add a buzz. As soon as he noticed the alarm in her eyes, he immediately got up. She nervously bit her lower lip. And Max wanted to fuck her right now. Only now he will not get the desired pleasure from this. It's like having a chick and not cumming. When it seems that you are about to splash, but not shit. For a long time he has become not enough just sex. Max was no longer interrupted by their groans. Now he was thrilled with their fear and cry of pain. He was wildly excited about how women break, sag under him.