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Sugilite Beads

Emmy's Beasts Children

In the dark, under a strange-looking tree, a lady around twenty-something could be seen clenching her stomach and looking pitiful. She seemed to be in pain and was breathing heavily. Above her in the sky, the color was very black and blurry. Rain started falling, and the thunder was clapping loudly and violently. The wind was very thick, slapping everything harshly. The lady stood with the support of the tree, using one hand to prop herself against the tree and the other hand to hold her stomach tightly. She breathed out and continued moving weakly. "Seems like I'm not going to escape this. What type of poison is this?" she wondered. She unbuckled her belt to relieve some pain, then sat down somewhere and groaned while her hand wandered around on the wet ground until it made contact with something. She picked it up and saw the object with the help of the lightning. The thing was round like a bead, and something joined them together. She did not care about what it was and just swallowed it. She was going to die anyway, at least she ate something. She could not figure out the taste of the thing, but it was surely not normal because as soon as it made contact with her throat, it felt very hot, as if she had drunk hot water that had not cooled. "Sh*t! Even in death, my luck is still very bad," she muttered. She was still lamenting when her aching stomach suddenly stopped aching. She did not have the chance to rejoice when her stomach started swelling up, getting bigger and bigger. It was as if it wanted to burst but, alas, it didn't. She could feel herself in labor. She groaned until something escaped her body - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. She was relieved from both the poison pain and her swollen stomach pain. When she looked at what she had given birth to, she was shocked. Eggs. She had given birth to eggs. And there were six. What happened to the eggs? How did their journey begin? read the full novel. update time:6:00pm *by love gold*
Lovegold · 44.5K Views

Outsider Transmigration: No I don't want to be part of the harem. (BL)

Chu Mingfeng was an ordinary 32 yrs. old white-collar worker who hated his boring life. He was born in the province and was raised in the capital. After he graduated college, he land himself on a small Tech company. Both of his parents are gone, they passed away when he was young and all of his older siblings has already made their own family, except for him, the youngest. He was single since birth, never interact with a woman nor has a courage to do so. In his 32 years of existence in the land of earth, he never dated anyone and doesn't have any friends even at his work. He practically doesn't have any social life. Chu Mingfeng has decided that once he reach 40's and he's still single then he would just adopt a child and raise them as his own, he planned this for fear of loneliness. He's only hobby is reading online novels and then evaluating them after finishing. One particular novel that he finished really tick him off because of how crappy it is, so he couldn't help but post a complain and curse the author before going to sleep. When he woke up he was on a strange room, he was laying on a hospital bead with his leg spread wide open, he was feeling extremely fatigue and his stomach was slightly bloated. A person who seems a doctor was pulling something out of me. After what it feels an eternity, the thing was finally pulled out, it's a whole damn baby?!?! The doctor then said to me with a happy voice, " Congratulations Mrs. Gu, it's a boy!" ".....what."
yu_meixi · 4.1K Views

Please Follow the Rules of the Game

I DON'T OWN THE TRANSLATION. THIS IS FOR PERSONAL OFFLINE READING PURPOSES. You have become one of the unlucky ones who became involved in an unlimited game. The corpses overflowing with blood at the beginning is the system’s warning to you. The numb mechanical voice in your ear tells you the rules of the game. The system says that those who don’t follow the rules will be punished. All NPCS stare at you with hypocritical smiles. Looking at the fearful and desperate players 1, 2, 3, and 4 around you, what you think in your heart is— Chi Ting: I can actually see so many human beings, and they are all alive! Don’t ask. The answer was that he liked it here! He liked it very much! — The first time everyone saw Chi Ting, they thought he was a completely good person. He was gentle and approachable, responsive to every request, and radiated kindness to those around him. However, in the world of unlimited games, this type of person often became cannon fodder with the most miserable deaths. This was until they saw Chi Ting wrapping a string of beads around his hand and mercilessly crushing the monster’s throat. There was a new legend in the unlimited world. Some people said that Chi Ting was an unattainable belief, and they desperately wanted to follow him. Some people said that Chi Ting was a blood-stained devil. They hated him so much that they wanted to destroy him. However, there was no doubt that in this world full of rules, it was the ‘gods’ who could play with the rules. —Please follow the rules of the game. —What if I don’t?
hahan_hani · 39.6K Views

The General's Darling Is Delicate

Yun Chunuan’s transmigration as a princess for an alliance marriage had started with abuse. However, she stayed calm and said, “I can escape!” Yet, the muscular general caught her back! Yun Chunuan thought he would lock her up and abuse her, but he held her in his arms instead, whispering sweet words to her passionately! It appeared that this muscular general’s hobby was to embrace the soft and tiny princess in his arms! No! She wouldn’t have it! She was a beautiful young woman of the 21st century who never even held a man’s hand before. She couldn’t possibly marry him! He had the physique of a bear, so how could Yun Chunuan’s delicate body endure that when they were to make love? Yun Chunuan planned another escape. But this plan failed as well, and the general took her home once more. After spending so much time together, Yun Chunuan came to realize that she had misunderstood the man. He wasn’t a scary person, but a gentle and meticulous man! After falling for him, Yun Chunuan began doting on her husband! The civilians of Bian Liao Kingdom lacked resources? Fear not! She knew modern science to help them all raise to riches! There was a shortage of food for the army at Bian Liao? Fear not! She had spiritual blood beads that could help develop agriculture! But wait! The prince regent of that huge country suddenly showed up claiming to be her ex-lover! He even wanted her to execute a mission of killing her husband! Yun Chunuan smirked and opened the door to her bedroom, calling out softly, “Honey~”
Chun Xinuan · 259.1K Views

Joining The Beads Of Love

Chrystal Zhu is a nurse while Stephen Yang is a doctor. They both knew each other since High school Stephen Yang was rejected by Chrystal Zhu when he proposed her. In the end, both were arranged marriage which was bestowed to them by their grandparents. Let's see how their life would be __________ CHAPTER 34 Chrystal Zhu : "Let me give you a taste of how it feels to take bath with your clothes on" Stephen Yang : "Daring~… I really don't feel good taking bath with my clothes on" FL (Chrystal Zhu ): "Wait!!! Is he gonna use my soap, shower gel, and shampoo??? And my tooow… towelllll!!!" Chrystal Zhu rushed into her room with a "BANG!!!" ML (Stephen Yang): "Darling I didn't know that you love peeping while your man takes bath. It's only three minutes since I came inside for a bath, there… you are here" FL (Chrystal Zhu ): "I Made a mistake Your Highness…. I beg you to forgive me and let me go" ML (Stephen Yang): "Darling you have no way out just for the reason you kicked me" __________ LATER CHAPTERS. ML (Stephen Yang): "Chrysie~ my darling come let's do something secretive" FL (Chrystal Zhu ): "STOP calling me like that who is your darling wanna get some shots?" ML: "you want to give me an injection?" keep dreaming who do you think I am? FL: "you think I don't have a syringe?" with that Chrystal started to search around her but where did it go? ML: "are you searching for this? come here..." with a seductive to he called her showing the syringe Not knowing anything Chrystal went near him to get back the syringe but instead of getting it she got two tight spanking on her butt "Ah!!!! it hurts.... you stupid idiotic pervert" Chrystal yelled at Stephen ML: "Oh the compliment you gave me is good. Let me show you what perverts do" __________ Dear readers, VOTE and gift if you love this book. You are welcomed to put your thoughts in the chat and enjoy your journey while reading. ___________ The book cover is taken from Pinterest, I don't own it.
Honeylife_ · 903K Views

Devil Child

The future of mankind rests in Noe's hands. Having faced brutal bullying throughout his life, Noe is sent to a boarding school where his luck takes a sudden turn for the fantastical. Planet Earth, 2075. Humanity is hanging by a thread after World War Three rendered the globe inhabitable. With the introduction of angels, demons and realms unknown, will Noe play a hand in saving humanity or let the humans that mistreated him burn beneath his flames? To destroy the World or save it? That is the question. Excerpt: Like a demon of destruction, Noe snaps. His vision blurs and dissipates, scattered like glass beads across cement. When he comes to, he is no longer watching the scene but is at its epicenter, soaking in a pool of purple blood, maroon cadavers strewn across the ground. Every centimeter of the hall is covered in gore - except for Mr. Henderson, whose eyes, wide-blown in astonishment... and horror, are captivated by Noe's neck. Looking down at himself, Noe sees thousands of black feathers have sprouted out from his own flesh. They tingle at the root and shudder as he breathes, as if leaves clinging to a tree in winter. Blood coats his every morsel. Springing his now grey fingertips onto his neck, Noe perceives what feels like the head of a purple hyacinth wrapped around it, its ribbon-like strands interlocking and jetting as if growing from his voice box. Touching his face, porcelain-smooth, painted by blood, marble skin appears unbreakable. It was all for first love. —- Discord: SEP1A#9769 Cover Art: raazu692 | Fiverr
SEP1A · 295.1K Views

Love from the unexpected

Ivy Jakes, a work-oriented lady was dumped by her fiancé....on her wedding day! In a bid to navigate the aftermath of a wedding gone wrong, she decided to be spontaneous by taking part in a random matchmaking event. What are the odds that this adventure of hers would come back to haunt her...and through the most unlikely person? ***Excerpt*** "Good morning sir", Ivy said in her high-pitched singsong voice, as she stepped into the most dreaded office in the company. " Yes-yes", he muttered with his back turned to her, whilst trying to get off a call. "That voice? It can't be", Ivy wondered " Lucy"? he asked, surprised..."I never thought I would see you again" "Oh, no! this must be a bad dream...a terrible one at that", Ivy thought to herself, as she finally saw the face of the man whose voice she had just heard. " You asked to see me s-sir", Ivy stuttered "See you? For what?", he asked, still surprised " I'm Ivy Jakes s-sir, the new regional director of sales", she managed to say after a brief moment of silence "Who would've thought", he smirked In the thick silence that enveloped the room, Ivy was sure she could hear her heartbeat and could feel her legs wobble while standing tongue-tied in front of her new boss. She was almost hyperventilating, with beads of sweat trickling down her forehead in the air-conditioned office, knowing that her life....and particularly her career was about to change, either for good or for bad...she could swear it was for bad How could it be that Dan, the caring man she met in Vegas is Richard Stone, the mysterious boss, she had always heard about....but then, what happens in Vegas...
Tara_Ife · 9.7K Views

egg and I .... winning the heart

1946, Betty McDonald’s whimsical autobiography was as popular as baked beans; now it’s almost completely forgotten, but, tellingly, still in print. Alas, after an hour or two with The Egg & I, it was excruciatingly obvious that Betty McDonald’s book is not a classic. On some weeks, there might be as many as five competing challenges for each nonfiction slot, but rarely as straightforward as this. Literary classics cluster on the north face of Parnassus. For this vertiginous terrain there are different sherpas. Italo Calvino says that a classic is “a book that has never finished what it wants to say”. Ezra Pound identifies “a certain eternal and irresponsible freshness”; TS Eliot, much more astringent, observed in The Sacred Wood that “no modern language can hope to produce a classic, in the sense I have called Virgil a classic”. Alan Bennett wryly notes: “Definition of a classic: a book everyone is assumed to have read and often thinks they have.” Among nonfiction classics, the most treacherous category is that creature beloved of publishers – “the contemporary classic”. A second cousin to that notorious impostor is the “instant classic”. Such books will have been judged by slippery criteria: popular and literary critical fashion, a changing marketplace and new technology, bestseller lists and hype. In the past 100 years, a familiar palette of blurbish adjectives has given shape and colour to a moving target: provocative, outrageous, prophetic, groundbreaking, funny, disturbing, revolutionary, moving, inspiring, life-changing, subversive… a portrait of sir walter raleigh wearing a brocaded and beaded doublet The 100 best nonfiction books: No 99 – The History of the World by Walter Raleigh (1614) Read more This list raises another troubling question: is nonfiction “the new fiction”? There are some good writers who will argue that this is so, but I believe that nonfiction (which can sometimes successfully bring together many genres) is not, strictly speaking, a genre of its own. Creatively – yes – using narrative techniques borrowed from fiction, it’s possible to give certain kinds of nonfiction the aura of a distinct new genre. Yet, at the end of the day, “nonfiction” fractures into time-hallowed categories such as philosophy, memoir, history, reportage and poetry (see below), etc. This is particularly true of “nonfiction classics” from the 18th and 19th centuries, titles such as A Treatise of Human Nature by David Hume or On Liberty by JS Mill. By that yardstick, a recent classic will be quite distinct, chiefly because its literary and cultural milieu is so different
Zabi_Khan_1535 · 2K Views
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