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In a world where two rival families, the Moreles and Winters, have been at war for generations, Rania Morales is forced to marry Asher Winter, the son of her mother's killer. Rania's half sister, Lyra, had previously rejected Asher as a potential partner, viewing him as weak and unfit to lead the pack. Instead, Lyra chose Asher's brother, Thane, as her partner, and manipulated their parents into arranging Rania's marriage to Asher. Rania, still scarred from her mother's death and Lyra's mistreatment, is initially resistant to the union, for she always dreamt of being with Ethan, the grandson of her godmother and the man she had hoped to marry. Asher, too, is indifferent to Rania, seeing the marriage as a political necessity. However, as they spend more time together, Rania begins to realize that Asher is not the weakling everyone thought him to be. In fact, he is the strongest and most capable leader of their generation, destined to become the head of the pack. Feelings blossom within her for Asher and her hatred turns into love and desire for him, but their growing bond is threatened by Lyra's jealousy and Thane's ambition. Lyra realizes her mistake and becomes increasingly envious of Rania's relationship with Asher and plot's to take Asher for herself and become his wife, while Thane who habors his own hatred for Asher seeks to bring his brother down and take the pack's leadership for his own. As tensions rise, Rania must navigate her complicated emotions and allegiances, all while confronting the dark secrets of their families' past and her own biases. Can Rania and Asher's love overcome the forces working against them? Will she be be able to forgive Asher's family and accept her growing feelings for him, or will the wounds of the past and the machinations of those around them tear them apart?

Executioner, your job is to save your country from trespasser in order to save the country from a plague. Kibo is a 16 year old boy, who follows the path of his sister to find his dream and become the country's number one executioner. On his way he meets adventures and more.

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En un mundo donde el destino de cada ser está entrelazado con las artes marciales, Xiaolong era un joven cuyo nombre era sinónimo de desesperanza. Su talento inexistente y su humilde origen le cerraban todas las puertas del camino marcial, llevándolo a una resignación silenciosa… hasta que el destino, caprichoso y voluble, decidió otorgarle una segunda oportunidad. Un giro del cosmos que marcó el inicio de una transformación sin precedentes. Con una nueva vida ante él, Xiaolong se embarcó en un viaje para reclamar su lugar entre los cultivadores, aquellos seres de poder inimaginable. Su sueño renacido lo impulsaba hacia la cúspide de las artes marciales, un reino reservado solo para los más fuertes, los más valientes, los verdaderos maestros del Qi. A lo largo de su odisea, Xiaolong forjó lazos de camaradería y enfrentó la traición, descubrió el amor en sus múltiples formas y desentrañó misterios que desafiaban la comprensión. Cada paso estaba plagado de desafíos, cada victoria tenía su precio, y cada revelación lo acercaba más a su destino. Desafiar al orden establecido no estaba exento de riesgos, y Xiaolong se vio obligado a superar pruebas que medían la fortaleza de su voluntad y la profundidad de su corazón. Solo así podría alcanzar lo inalcanzable, y cuando lo hiciera, el mundo se postraría a sus pies. Con el poder de desviar el curso de los ríos, fracturar montañas y sacudir los cimientos de la tierra, él redefiniría lo posible. Esta es la saga de Xiaolong, la crónica de un ascenso desde el olvido hasta la cumbre del mundo marcial, una leyenda que se extenderá a través de los siglos. ¡De la nada a la gloria, hasta la cima del mundo de las artes marciales!

Love Oracle : The Oracle of CICERIO the Legend #1 Orel ! l thought we had time, my soulmate... Until she vanished in front of me. I still remember.. The vision The man tall in scurfy hoody and dark jeans a shadow more like, running off down the street, steps heavy and stealthy the black boots pounding on the ground “clomp! Clomp!” loud in her ears until they become faint sounds gone with the cold night air, further away from her. Orel Lanett stared in a blank blinking trance before slowly turning her head facing the night sky which was a cover of dark clouds. There was wetness, soaking her dress. Orel was on the cold concrete pavement lying flat glancing up the sky and she couldn’t move. On his way rushing his pace towards her, Neil thought, he would make it, but it was over body going still momentarily in panic, she was matted in blood from her chest where the man stabbed her. Quickly kneeling and leaning in gathering her to himself “You can survive it!” said Neil. “l am so sorry if l came earlier! l should’ve have run out …….” “It’s nnnot …not your fault …. you came Neil, it couldn’t be evaded, could it? … he came for me again!” “Hello 911 someone is hurt here! please hurry in Beckley Street!” voice fast toned in a panic and immediately hanging up on the phone…… “Orel with your strength alone…. do not …. Don’t die one me, my love the ambulance is on is on its way” Face crumbled, lips trembling and his heavy figure shaking with sobs Neil was in hysteria. “Neil! … Neil take out the knife... ...please, it’s extremely excruciating ……. l can’t …. aaaah looking up into his eyes darkness of pain clouded in them. Orel ‘s voice gave out her last breath “l don’t have time Neil” she was sobbing tears which was sprawled over her face in droplets and unfit to talk intelligently.

Written by Rowben. A woman wakes up within the body of a doll, no memory brought with them as they walk out to the sight of a dystopian world. This world is a ghost town, with few that could be described as people, though it’s hard to spot a monster in disguise. Our protagonist, Morell must overcome their self doubt, and revolutionize this world to it’s past glory, forming allies, though unaware on who she can trust. As she ventures through this cruel reality, Morell must discover her new abilities, and regain the knowledge of her past life, as well as the many more secrets of the world to unveil.

He existed without a name, without an identity. Was he a monster, a god, or perhaps a hero? A voice whispered to him from the depths of the abyss, urging him to consume. "Just eat," it said, the words echoing through his mind like a haunting melody. But what was the source of this voice? Was it an ally guiding him towards strength, or a sinister presence leading him astray? Driven by an insatiable hunger and an unyielding desire to uncover the truth, he embarked on a perilous journey. Each morsel devoured revealed fleeting glimpses of forgotten memories, elusive fragments that might hold the key to his identity. He could taste it... his name? Morel The creature, now known as Morel, found himself torn between the ravenous urges that consumed him and the search for his true self. As he devoured, his memories began to resurface, piece by piece. The glimpses of his past revealed a complex tapestry of experiences, some heroic and noble, others tinged with darkness and despair. Conflicted between his own voracious nature and the desire to find redemption, Morel pressed forward. He sought answers not only to his own identity but also to the origin of the haunting voice that guided his actions. "What am I?" "You are, Morel." Abysmal Tyrant A lost cause

- Written by Rowben. A life gives off many feelings. They give off warmth, a presence sensed. When a life is lost, these feelings go away. Within a subway, just arriving at it's stop, rested one without these feelings. They were cold, as it felt as if they weren't even there, but regardless, a life still remained. Upsat the being, a confused expression on their face, as they look towards their surroundings. It's dark, the lights broken as all that can be heard is the feint dripping of distant water. They stood theirself up, but something was off to them, they couldn't feel their palms pressed against the floor to push themselves up, they couldn't feel the warmth, nor coldness of their own body, they felt nothing. Angeli Caeci is a dystopian isekai with a darker atmosphere added. Morell, a quiet soul awakens in the body of the doll, now in a horrific city, consisting of mutations and supermatural beings. Morell learns of the city’s terrible Ruler, turning the place int a ghost town, in lack of proper living, a world of despair. Learning of her past family Morell is chosen to be the next ruler, planning to revolutionize thr current leader to return the city to it’s further glory. Throughout Morell’s journey dhe phases regret, betrayal, and a ride through her forgotten memories as she discovers what her purpose truly is, what’s more to her then being Ruler. she embarks on newfound abilities as well as many threats along her way, though she’d learned earlier on to treat these threats seriously, a loss not being a new feeling to her.

Lilly Morel died and reincarnated as a small cat. Traveling with the two orphans and helping them in their life she grew up as well and got a chance to gain a human body. What will be her choice and what kind of adventures are awaiting them.

The marriage life journey of a beautiful but unhappy woman who lives with her husband and four children. She loves her children too much. But at the end of the novel she died with an injection of morphia by her son Paul Morel. Because she's very sick.

Liches are one of the highest-ranked races among the undead. Created by magicians who sought the answer to eternal life. They are an amalgamation born from the combination of magic and necromancy. With their expertise in the dark arts, their endless armies, immortal bodies, and infinite life spans liches were one of the most fearsome undead you could face. Asiera was a world of sword and magic where liches stood steadfast as one of the major players. Countless legends tell of the terrifying and age-defying feats liches have achieved. Silvio Morell's a young man who reincarnated as a lich. Follow our young lich carve out his own story. This is a practice novel any feedback on my writing, grammar, or basically anything else will be greatly appreciated.

This intensely autobiographical novel recounts the story of Paul Morel, a young artist growing to manhood in a British working-class family rife with conflict. The author’s vivid evocation of life in a Nottingham mining village in the years before the First World War and his depiction of the all-consuming nature of possessive love and sexual attraction make this one of Lawrence’s most powerful novels. The poet Philip Larkin said, “If Lawrence had been killed off after writing [Sons and Lovers], he’d still be England’s greatest novelist

She hopes every piece of him is always within her reach. Every piece of him matters to her. This story is called "Every Piece", it's about wanting that person within your reach always. Wanting every piece of them, within your reach. Where the absence of the person you dearly love, is the hardest part of all. May the person you love the most, never goes out of your reach. Mavis Morel meets and falls in love with a shady guy with a flabbergasting wealth and who participates in different kinds of transactions and missions. Throughout time, they slowly get to know each other. Mavis learns a lot from this shady guy, skills and lessons. The most unexpected part is, Mavis learned how to love. He taught Mavis how to love. Mavis felt like it was a sin being with him. But she was ready to risk it all.

Love? A force that can melt the hearts of the most ruthless but can also break one into a millions of pieces. Crystal Morell A girl with a total messed up life, A girl you'll always find somewhere alone and isolated, A girl who usually preferred to stay away from everyone, A girl no one was able to understand, in this entire world. Sounds like some usual girl..... right? But sadly for her, she wasn't ONE at all, instead her life was far away from any kind of normality, she was different. Her existence was not common, she was gifted with a blessing or was it rather a curse as she used to think of it? On top of all of that, to make things worse, A person entered her life. A person whose only companion was darkness.The most cold hearted and ruthless grim reaper with an aura full of blackness, evilness and negativity. He was the death himself, and was referred as someone's worst nightmare. After all, he was the Angel Of Death Himself. ☆☆☆☆☆ She tried her best to stay away from him as far as possible but destiny played it's role and He was always standing in front of her. Her life was not what she thought it was, She was not who she thought She was. All the answers were hidden but the truth was soon going to reveal itself... The truth which could either scatter her life for forever or give a real meaning to her existence. ☆☆☆☆☆

The famous Lawrence theme of the struggle for sexual power--and he is sure that all the struggles of civilized life have their root in this primary contest--is the constantly elaborated statement of the fierce battle which tore Lawrence's family." Sons and Lovers is one of the landmark novels of the twentieth century. When it appeared in 1913, it was immediately recognized as the first great modern restatement of the oedipal drama, and it is now widely considered the major work of D. H. Lawrence's early period. This intensely autobiographical novel recounts the story of Paul Morel, a young artist growing to manhood in a British working-class family rife with conflict. The author's vivid evocation of the all-consuming nature of possessive love and sexual attraction makes this one of his most powerful novels. For the critic Kate Millett, "Sons and Lovers is a great novel because it has the ring of something written from deeply felt experience. The past remembered, it conveys more of Lawrence's own knowledge of life than anything else he wrote. His other novels appear somehow artificial beside it." Stay informed about books like Sons and Lovers and more from Penguin Random House.

I wait," Mrs. Morel said to herself–"I wait, and what I wait for can never come." Then she straightened the kitchen, lit the lamp, mended the fire, looked out the washing for the next day, and put it to soak. After which she sat down to her sewing. Through the long hours her needle flashed regularly through the stuff. Occasionally she sighed, moving to relieve herself. And all the time she was thinking how to make the most of what she had, for the children's sakes. At half-past eleven her husband came. His cheeks were very red and very shiny above his black moustache. His head nodded slightly. He was pleased with himself. "Oh! Oh! waitin' for me, lass? I've bin 'elpin' Anthony, an' what's think he's gen me? Nowt b'r a lousy hae'fcrown, an' that's ivry penny–" "He thinks you've made the rest up in beer," she said shortly. "An' I 'aven't–that I 'aven't. You b'lieve me, I've 'ad very little this day, I have an' all." His voice went tender. "Here, an' I browt thee a bit o' brandysnap, an' a cocoanut for th' children." He laid the gingerbread and the cocoanut, a hairy object, on the table. "Nay, tha niver said thankyer for nowt i' thy life, did ter?" As a compromise, she picked up the cocoanut and shook it, to see if it had any milk. "It's a good 'un, you may back yer life o' that. I got it fra' Bill Hodgkisson. 'Bill,' I says, 'tha non wants them three nuts, does ter? Arena ter for gi'ein' me one for my bit of a lad an' wench?' 'I ham, Walter, my lad,' 'e says; 'ta'e which on 'em ter's a mind.' An' so I took one, an' thanked 'im. I didn't like ter shake it afore 'is eyes, but 'e says, 'Tha'd better ma'e sure it's a good un, Walt.' An' so, yer see, I knowed it was. He's a nice chap, is Bill Hodgkisson, 'e's a nice chap!"