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Kevin Dove was the Tower's strongest hunter, an undefeated warrior who had never known true defeat. With his loyal system Marcus guiding him and a party of trusted companions by his side, he carved his way through 98 floors of the demon-infested Tower. But even the mightiest can fall. Betrayed by those he trusted most and stripped of his power, Kevin makes one final desperate move: activating the hidden Regression Core. But something unprecedented happens – instead of Kevin returning to the past, it's Marcus, his system, who regresses with all memories intact. Now, as both system and administrator, Marcus must guide a new, powerless Kevin through the Tower's brutal trials. But this time, he's not just a voice in Kevin's head. This time, he has his own agenda, his own power, and his own story to write. In a world where systems are tools and humans are players, one system is about to change the rules of the game. The hunter becomes the hunted. The system becomes the master. And the Tower's true trial begins.

(TW: Implied Cannibalism) In society, the most basic unit is Family. It is the place where children are born and taught about the world around them, where they pick up the fundamental values that which becomes ingredients for when they grow up as adults. Yet, for those who had been snuffed out the luxury of this, those whom are born and raised in a nest of crows...how can a fledging dove escape? For such snow, there could only be so much red.

Il tempo non si può fermare. Tu sì, ma non lui. La vita continua. Ricomincia, si muove, va avanti, senza guardare in faccia nessuno. E tu, sei in grado di farlo senza guardarti alle spalle? Quando il passato diviene cenere ciò che puoi fare è costruirci sopra, che sia poi fatto coi pugni stretti ed i nervi tesi, il futuro che ti aspetta. Pieno di pericoli, di sfide, di fughe, di guai, di corse, di nuovi problemi e di nuove minacce a cui non sai dare un nome. Fra segreti svelati e nuove realtà misteriose non sempre si ha la soluzione, se non la morte su cui basavi le tue vecchie idee. Proprio là, dove si fermava sia la ragione che il suo contrario. E se il tempo non si può fermare neanche la resa dal passato lo può fare. Rimane solo da far fronte ad ogni cosa che ci si parerà davanti. E tu, sei in grado di farlo senza averne paura? @copyright,tutti i diritti riservati

O sei vittima o carnefice. Per il mondo, o sei bianco, o sei nero. Resta a te la scelta. Ma, tutti si macchiano. Chi col sangue e chi col senso di colpa. Veniamo costruiti da pensieri, azioni, verità e bugie. Quale tra queste è riconducibile alla vera realtà di noi stessi? Ogni vita ha il proprio peso ed ogni errore ha la sua conseguenza. Solo obbligandoti ad affrontare la realtà puoi andare avanti. E se non lo fai tu, tocca farlo ad un giudice. Quando ti ritrovi in un posto dove ciò che hai fatto ti viene messo su un tavolo non puoi nasconderti dietro alla negazione. Bisogna affrontare ciò che rimane. Ovvero te stesso, il freddo e la polvere di una cella. Fra vendette, bugie, verità, finzione, giustizia, sbarre, sbagli, colpe, manipolazioni, violenze, ideologie e segreti, tutto condurrà ad un'unica realtà dei fatti. Angeli dannati in cerca di emozioni e demoni disperati in cerca di pace. Lei, vittima del pericolo. Lui, vittima del crimine. ©copyright,tutti i diritti riservati

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Trouble He was a white dove, she was a black Swan. He was gentle... She was wild... He hardly smiled... She always had a mischievous smirk. He was royalty... She was an insane billionaire! He made rules... She broke rules... He's water...cold as ice... She's raging ...erupting like volcano... They graced each other... Hate at first... but now they can't let go and she's hell bent on keeping and possessing him. This is a story of women who are trouble but are shields and weapons to protect the men they love.

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Because i am just a dove who dances on the last song of the kauai 0'o bird , swirling right and left like it is all what is left , is just this hollow void inside . love was never meant for me , that's why i hid in the dark like a night queen , never thought that YOU yes you , why don't you just leave me alone , why you have to make me step in the light . Ann the misfortunate wasn't ready for her destiny , burdened with secrets and lies yet he was the unexpected to her , he would extinguish her with his flammable love . why why me Kevin don't you know what i have done ......

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Capitolo 1 Lady Isadora, un'affascinante giovane aristocratica, passeggiava nel giardino di Kensington, circondata da aiuole fiorite e alberi secolari. Il sole del pomeriggio filtrava tra le foglie, creando un gioco di ombre sul sentiero. Isadora amava quel luogo; era il suo rifugio segreto, dove poteva sognare e riflettere lontano dagli sguardi curiosi della sua famiglia. Ma oggi, la sua mente era occupata da pensieri contrastanti. Da un lato c'era Lord Nicholas, un giovane affascinante con un sorriso disarmante e un'intelligenza acuta. Dall'altro, c'era Hastings, il potente duca di Waverley, noto per la sua determinazione e il suo carattere tenace. Entrambi erano su pretendenti, entrambi avevano catturato la sua attenzione. “Isadora!” chiamò una voce, interrompendo i suoi pensieri. Era Lady Margaret, la sua migliore amica, con un'espressione vivace sul volto. “Ho sentito voci di un ballo a palazzo la prossima settimana. Dovremmo andarci!” “Un ballo?” rispose Isadora, i suoi occhi brillavano di curiosità. “Senza dubbio, sarà l’occasione perfetta per incontrare Lord Nicholas e il duca.” Margaret, divisa tra l'eccitazione e la preoccupazione, smise di camminare. “Spero che tu non scelga Hastings. È affascinante, ma è anche molto ambizioso. Potrebbe non essere il partito giusto per te.” Isadora sorrise, ma il suo cuore batteva forte. “Nicholas è un gentiluomo, ma c’è qualcosa in Hastings che mi attrae; la sua forza, la sua presenza… è difficile da spiegare. Ma come posso scegliere, quando entrambi gli uomini sembrano interessati a me?” Lady Margaret, prendendo la mano di Isadora, lo fece con affetto. “Ricorda, cara amica, che non è solo il tuo cuore a dover decidere, ma anche la tua mente. Ascolta ciò che senti veramente.” Mentre le due ragazze si allontanavano verso casa, Isadora sentì un misto di emozione e incertezza. La danza tra il dovere e il desiderio era appena cominciata.*

For the past hundred years The dark elves in cooperation with the Elder Vampires had Sky Land under their disposition, chaos and darkness encompassed the Universe. They had everyone and everything under their powers, but fate had to play it's part as the smallest village produced The Son of Night. A vampire that was meant to end their cause or fulfill their greedy dreams of conquering the world. The Devil's Son whose purpose was confusing...

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