Viltrumite Mustache

Have you ever wondered how fate is a huge joke? - I mean it, like a literal clown trying to make people laugh at cold jokes that not many would understand.  Ivy Hui-Clover was told at a young age that she can live up to 25 years old. And the only way for her to survive is to find her Mr. Right and... - well that's for another time to continue.  "Is it wrong to want to sabotage my own blind date?" Ivy slurped her boba milk tea and focused intensely on chewing the pearls. As she savored the sweet flavor, her fraternal twin, Chloe answered her question. "What do you think?" Compared to her, Chloe had it easier when it came to looking for a partner.  "Then being a savage, it is." Ivy cupped her cheek, clearly in a good mood from having her favorite drink in her hands.  -- "Ivy went where?!" Selina's high pitched voice made her husband, Jason cover his ears. Rereading the note that Ivy had left behind, her left brow twitched unhappily. "Who told her Chloe was going there?! Nuh uh. No way! I need to send someone to get her back." She slammed the note against the table. At the same time, fate played a twist on Ivy.  After roaming around the unfamiliar mall, she finally purchased a new laptop for herself. Her clumsy friend destroyed her old one in the most peculiar way anyone can ever imagine. As she walked out of the store, she bumps into a young man, causing her swirled glasses to fall. The stranger gasped when he saw her face and she quickly took her glasses from his hands before heading off the opposite direction. Not long after, she found herself surrounded by guards in suits with a weapon in their blazer. "Don't move and follow us," the guard said. "Interesting," Ivy smirked at his challenge. -- "How did you get here?" His voice was so deep, causing ripples in her chest. It sent shivers down her spine, making her tighten her legs around his waist. Mark Williams was told that the girl he's been looking for might be found - his friend had run into her in front of the electronic store. However, she ran away like a frightened bunny. It was a game of tag at this point, and he had a time limit - to catch her before she leaves this mall. In the midst of looking for her, he found a girl flying towards his direction - yes, flying. He caught her, and one of her mustache swirled glasses lens fell off, revealing her energetically innocent puppy eyes. 'It's her' His heart beat against his chest rapidly. "I flew here." She replied. And this was the start of their twisted fate. What would happen when she learns about his profession and realizes he wasn't who she thought he was? Yet, it brought her such excitement as it dragged out her crazy fantasies from her private library of Mafia Romance books?

Billionaire heir Jerrod Guillermo never thought to test his bravery after meeting a peculiar ghost in his cabinet. A ghost lady with a mustache was hunting him and greatly affected his daily life. Soon, he realized why he was seeing ghosts in his cabinet after reuniting with Larissa Mutya, the lady he had rejected when they were in high school.  To avoid seeing the ghost again, Jerrod approaches Larissa to gain her favor and ward off the ghost in his cabinet. ------- This is not a horror or thriller story. Nothing is scary. There is only a ghost in the first chapters, but it will focus on the main lead's romance. NOTICE: Volume 1 is filled with FLUFF and Vanilla Volume 2 is filled with R18 and Violence ------ Proofreader: Aserehtam

Have you read cultivation novels or magical realism novels before, but were disappointed that they all feel the same? Do you want a book that dares to bend those ironclad rules, or even outright break the usual norm of cultivation novels, all while retaining the qualities required to be interesting, thought-provoking, and, most importantly, fun to read? Then look no further than Celestial Pioneer! Audric is a young man whose deepest desire is to explore the universe. Born blind and promptly abandoned after his birth, he lives in a town of outcasts, riddled with poverty and misfortune. However, this does not dampen the young man's dreams! He will fight his way off of his home planet, Unkeon-4, and journey throughout the cosmos, meeting unique friends, difficult foes, finding ancient ruins, advanced technology, and so much more, all on a quest to see and learn as much as he can. And maybe, just maybe, he will unravel the secret to his birth and why his parents left him. Why was he born blind? Why was he born exceptionally handsome? Will I ever finish this synopsis?! Find out by reading Celestial Pioneer!!!

Alex is reincarnated as a viltrumite and it follows his goal to become strong

Humans thought they were superior to us. They thought they were better than any other races. They enslaved us. They took everything from us. And their gods allowed it. And now I will have my vengence.

Valentine is on his last leg in life. Unable to pay tuition and the boarding fee, he is one day away from being force to move out of his dorm and drop out of college. Taking the advice of his drunken roommate Nick, Valentine goes to a BDSM club in search of a sugar daddy. Regretting his choice after fight, Valentine later tries to leave running into a man who is willing to solve all his problems with one condition. As the man holds him down, he tells him the only thing he needs to do. "Call me master."

Viltrum. Home to one of the strongest races in the universe, Viltrumites. They are known for their great power and the massive Empire they have attained after countless centuries of war and bloodshed. They are no more. After a conflict with an interplanetary monster by the name of BlackStar, the ruling class of Viltrum discovered a virus that’d been spread throughout the populous. This ‘Black Scourge ” was deadly to all Vitrumites, and within years had brought the once mighty race to its knees. With only a few thousand left, including the most powerful Viltrumite and their leader, Grand Regent Thragg and his son Rao, they set out to replenish their population. But it was for naught, as they were ambushed by a waiting BlackStar, who had engineered the Scourge virus in hopes of killing all the Viltrumites and stealing their empire for himself. This time he’d developed anti-matter weapons, capable of erasing anything from existence. In a horrific slaughter the remaining Viltrumites were decimated. Leaving only the son of Thragg, who watched as his father was disintegrated. He was the last and truly the strongest Viltrumite, with abilities uncommon to other Viltrumites due to his half Kryptonian heritage. He swore to avenge his race and his father and uphold the legacy of his people. He is Viltrum’s Legacy.

Our Mc Might Mario has transmigrated into the world of Naruto as the son of Might guy with the Super Mario Template. Join him on his journey of growing a mustache and the stronger ninja in the world Possible fl: Ino, Temari or some other blonde. Not Harem

• The Viltrumites..A race dedicated to conquest, once the supreme predators in the Cosmos, but also a race incapable of keeping peace even with themselves. The last living prince of the great war, Thragg, sent to an unknown planet... Will he be able to conquer that vast world? reform his race? Not even he knows it. • Story inspired by "Invincible", not continuing the exact continuity present in the comics. • Details are chosen to my liking, which would explain strange things found or inconsistencies (Inform please.).

It's New Years Eve 2050, Marshal is just getting back from his holiday shift at work tired, alone, and missing out on the larger celebrations that happening through out the city. Too tired to even bust out an old game to play, he just lays in bed and closes his eyes. When the clock finally ticks down to midnight, He receives a weird dream that's just like an old videogame prompt: 'Your world is going to be destroyed in 5 minutes, reincarnate now? Y/N' Of course, thinking it's just a dream based on his nerdy hobbies, he proceeds to pick yes. 'Randomly selecting Race. Enjoy your new life in Esmerda.' His dream suddenly went black till suddenly gleaming cracks of light formed above him. As they gave way, he is greeted by a weird lizard-rat thing with a long wispy mustache. "Happy hatchin' day youngin, yer a Kolbold!" And thus his world changed to something a bit weird. *The art is not Mine, but I do plan to fix that in the near future. Lets have fun and don't be afraid to give an honest critique.

Everything was normal for Fred until the old man showed up. Fred was a fine lad with his dark brown hair, fair complexion and dark eyes. He was also a serf by occupation and title, and that left him with little other choice but to labor on Lord Damskov's estate. Fred hadn't been born a serf, though. He was a freedman until his parents died when he was ten, and they left their debt to the lord unpaid. By law he was forced into the servitude of the debt owner, and there he remained for several years. The first ten years of freedom had given him an independent streak, but he kept his mouth shut to keep the peace. Days slipped into weeks, and then months, and still he continued to live and work on his lord's manor. Now he was a young man of fifteen, and still chained to the estate. That is, until the old man came and wrecked his life. The day started out as many others had before it. The sun rose and he along with it, and Fred had trudged out into the plots assigned for him to manage. There were several acres of crops to weed and water, and after that work was done he could manage his own little plot of dirt used to grow his own food. If Fred left the supply of food up to his lord then he would have died of starvation. Beyond his fields stretched miles and miles of farmland that traveled over the rolling hills, interrupted only by sparse clumps of trees and bushes, and the occasional manor. A river ran close to the manor on which he lived and wound its way west toward a town he knew existed but had never seen. He didn't have any curiosity to see it, either; he was far too busy tending his small patches of rocks and weeds. Fred was just setting to work when the old man came walking close by on the wide dirt path that led from the main road to the manor house. The boy was interested in this stranger, for strangers were a rare sight. Even more rare was such a stranger as this, what with his ragged brown cloak draped over his shoulders. The ends dragged along the ground behind him and covered any footprints he left in the dust. There was also the white, unkept hair which trailed down over the old man's shoulders and draped over the front and back of the cloak. He had wisps of white hair over his head, but his eyes were well-covered by a pair of bushy gray eyebrows and he had a long, white beard that stretched down to his waist. The old man carried a staff in his hand, but though his pace was slow and feeble he didn't lean his weight against it. Fred was startled when the stranger lifted his head and turned those old eyes on him. They were a bright blue, brighter than the clear sky above them, and held an energy which wasn't seen in his step. The old man tottered over to Fred and looked the lad up and down. A small smile graced his mustached lips, and he nodded his head. "Can such a fine lad as yourself tell me where I might find the nearest town?" the old man asked him. Fred shook his head. "I haven't been farther from this manor than a mile, and the town is somewhere beyond that to the west." "Can you help me find it? I am old and haven't much strength to be wandering over all these winding roads," the stranger requested. "I can't. I'm not allowed to leave the manor without permission from my lord." Fred dared not disobey his lord's laws. The stranger pulled at his beard, and the smile remained on his lips. "I see. Well, I suppose you wouldn't want to disobey your lord for a short adventure."

A young adult wants to attempt suicide because he thinks his life is turning into a failure. Though he doesn't want to admit that he is becoming a failure who lives alone in a shabby third rate rented apartment. He is jobless and struggling to pay for his bills. He has a long messy hair, ungroomed beard and mustache, poor hygiene, and poor lifestyle he looks like a homeless man who's scavenging foods in garbage bins. The laptop he received from his parents when he entered college is the one and only treasure that he protects the most. It contains his life long dreams and goals in life but it also gave up and left him. It's his last straw of hope and it breaks. Without any reason to live, he decided to suicide. He wrote his last words and decided to post it in social media. He went to an Internet cafe near the apartment he's living to access the Internet and post his last words. He wrote his last words and scheduled the post at exactly 6pm. A couple of hours after his suicide so that no rescuers will be able stop him on time. Now he's out of the Internet cafe and he's on his way to his final moments. He felt that his every step gets heavier and all the memories from his childhood flashes one after another. He entered his room, he gets a stool and a blanket. He tied the blanket on one of the lumber from the ceiling near the door. He climbed the stool and he put his head inside a knot in the blanket and then he... He failed again. He's suicide attempt failed but something new opened up for him. An Opportunity from A Top Secret Organization. (Author's Note: Idecided na Tagalog nalang po yung story this time! Hope y'all like it!)

Yu Ling is a very genius girl, who has a charm and uniqueness that not many girls have. To be precise, she was a very rare girl. How not, besides having an IQ above average, she can manipulate and read the situation. Not only that, she can predict events or someone's behavior. She's not a fortune teller, but she claims that she is a girl of science, she thinks that all of it is always based on science to know the signs or symptoms of events. Systematic and logical, are the principles of her life. She studied many sciences, but what she likes most is philosophy and psychology because she is interested in humans as objects of research. After graduating from Senior High School in Madrid, her mother, Yuna Gracia has to move to Texas because of her business in fashion. Her mother asked Yu Ling to go to college. At first, she doesn’t want to. But because Yuna is the only one she has in this world, there's nothing wrong with making her happy. If she didn’t do it, who else could make Yuna happy and still have a reason to live after her father passed away. Before deciding on majors, she collects information about the universities. There is one thing that catches her attention, namely, majoring in sexology at a university not far from her house, TAMU, that's its name. She thinks that all this time she studied humans to predict political motives, what would happen if she puts the aspect of sex to determine human behavior? "Very interesting!" she thought. Sex is a topic that is always liked by all humans without exception. Moreover, sex thing can be used as a variable in determining a person's personality, interests, and needs. Unfortunately, Yu Ling has no experience with sex. In the research that she often did before, she always did various ways to collect her research data, no matter if she had to be involved as the object of her research. In addition, since birth, her father is the only man who ever touched her as a child. But since his father died, he has never been touched by a man. Even if a boy wants to touch him, he immediately slams his body. Since that incident, no man dared to approach her. She spends most of her time in the library. Studying at the university was started, in a month, two months, and three months passed. She enjoyed it. She is not very popular, let alone attract the attention of her friends in class. Because they never wear fashionable and sexy clothes. She is a model for her mother's fashion brand. For her, it's just useless. Not infrequently she was bullied by her friends because of the way she dressed. When her female friends mock her, she doesn't fight back. But not for men. She can always paralyze any man who tries to touch her. Entering the second semester, she felt bored. She needs something that could be the object of her research. Someone attractive who has a masculine aura that becomes a magnet for women. But who is it?... She got the answer in the library. "Professor, I don't understand. Why does this body want your touch.” Yu Ling asked who was on the lap of a grown man. "Yes, touch that part. Ahhhh….” She screamed when the professor kissed the back and neck of the virgin girl. "Your mustache and beard make this all the more delicious." She whispered which then blew into the professor's ear. “Professor, let's make a deal. Let's exchange our first experiences. You take mine, and give yours to me…. please.” With a sighing sound as a result of what they do penetrate. "Then, what advantage will we get each other?" asked the professor who pressed Yu Ling's body onto the bed holding the girl's hands. “I will come to your bed whenever you need me in any way you like, and you will be the object of my research.” "deal." The approval that accompanied a hard object pierced through Yu Ling's virgin blood membrane. “Ahhhh… it hurts, what a delicious pain.” How long will this relationship last? Will it end when Yu Ling finishes her research?

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That's me! - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That's why we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it's just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it'll be like? - A little scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey! - That girl was hot. - She's my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we're all cousins. - Right. You're right. - At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that. What's the difference? You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years. So you'll just work us to death? We'll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! "What's the difference?" How can you say that? One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to make. I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question anything? We're bees. We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example. I don't know. But you know what I'm talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Oheck it out. - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow. I've never seen them this close. They know

Marellian, A ranger of The Great Forest Temisrane, once bidden with the task of watching over Temisrane as its high protector; Marellian took that oath too far one day… he watched as the once Great Forest burned and smoldered, ash raining down from the sky. It pelted his face and covered his bright fluorescent hair, corrupting it with its bleak colors. His eyes steeled as Marellian sighed his breath tinged the air from the heat of the arrow knocked on his bow, the whiskers of his mustache curling, his shoulders pulled back, tension-filled his muscles; the feathers of the arrow tickling the dark shadow that was the beginning of a poorly grown beard, then with a Snap! And with a hiss, he loosened the flaming arrow into the growing glowing valley of conflagration before him, a change in his eyes occurred at the same time, the tranquility and peace that once inhabited those beautiful eyes smoldered… in their place, rage. The turning of the once proud ranger into a man of rage and loose inhibitions, a strict follower of Malfacia to one of Basuali.