Shooty Arse

Arsol (Username: Hakkun) is your average eighteen-year-old tech nerd; he reads cliche light novels, plays video games (way too many), studies for exams, and he programs! Does he have friends? A social life, maybe? Nah, he’s an anti-social whose inner monologues revolve around how humans suck. He’s the type who blames the world for his problems: edgy, angsty, emo— thinks he’s smarter than everyone and has answers for the world’s crisis. Gotta give it to him, though, he a young talent at whatever he does. His skills for programming, gaming (FPS) as well as studying makes up for the fact that he’s an arse. So much so, that he stops going to school altogether and locks himself in his room, he’d rather be with his computer. Because Arsol is on a mission! He’s been collaborating with online strangers who are all equally gamers and computer nerds, who understand him, and who all have this idea to make this steampunk/dieselpunk game called ‘Hero of Emberstein.’ Now, Arsol won’t lie, he’s obsessed. Being one of the co-creators, he finds himself adding features and details he’d want in an MMORPG. The only thing he dislikes is the customizable character features; he never understands such a personalized activity. He prefers Gacha. After 3 years, the game is finally available for beta testing, his 7 online co-creators are all ready to click the play button. But little does Arsol know, he would for real be in the game, like in person, like ISEKAI-ed, like he could die, for real for real. What's worse is, everyone who clicked the play button for the beta test, has also been Isekaied. So like, maybe over a thousand or more? Arsol thinks it’s his fault innocent players are getting transmigrated into HIS game, because he remembers that he removed the 'EXIT' button as a harmless malfunctioning prank-- turned deadly?! Oops. Journey along with Arsol as he hides his identity as the creator, the culprit, and the administrator. And that time he finds out his 6 online friends are all here as well, but where?! Who?! UGH, THIS IS WHY HE HATES CUSTOMIZABLE CHARACTERS! ( I DO, IN FACT, OWN THE COVER )

Usualmente, los humanos son los héroes de las historias, mientras que los demonios son los villanos... en esta... no es asi. En un reino gobernado por un antiguo héroe corrupto y narcisista, un chico llamado Shin encuentra a una bebé quien resulta ser la última demonio con vida... tras encariñarse con ella, decide protegerla, sin importar que deba traicionar a su propia raza y enfrentarse al antiguo héroe...

Mein Kroffna, an anti-social recluse that doesn't make the effort to blend in with her other peers. Whether she is unable to talk or simply not wanting to socialize is only known to her, because in the darkest hours of midnight... -- "It's Halist!" "Abort mission and just run!" "Haha...I'm not so scary am I?" A figure let out a timid smile from underneath the surgical mask, her long black hair scattering into the wind before her as she ran down the alleyway, wielding a metal pipe she used to brutally beat down the local gangsters. The only person able to withstand the three legendary gangs that reside in Miryang, a pain in the arse psycho that likes to hospitalize any thug she sees, with her only losing to one person in her entire career. Halist the Brutal. --- When a new boy comes to Miryang city, he begins to dream of uniting the thugs from all over, wanting to create a more peaceful and organized crime syndicate, which was a very ironic goal that was attempted by many people before him. The easiest way to get his name out there? Recruit the one and only Halist.

¿Crees que la sociedad es injusta con las mujeres? ¿Es justo que una mujer que cría a sus hijos sola sea tachada como mala madre por una cosa u otra y que un hombre que cría a sus hijos en soledad despierte miradas compasivas y palabras de apoyo y aliento? Sí, Alexis sabe lo injusta que es la sociedad porque día tras día la vida se encarga de recordárselo; y si no, siempre está Bethany Malone para recordarle que como madre y mujer es un desastre. Pero a Alexis le resbalan —un poco— los comentarios de los demás mientras sus hijos tengan comida en la mesa, un techo que los resguarde; y a ella; sobre todo a ella, para darles el amor que solo las madres saben dar. Por su parte, Henry es viudo y la repentina muerte de su mujer sumada a la preadolescencia de su hija no le hacen las cosas fáciles; por fortuna, ayuda no le falta aunque no le hace gracia la compasión que le tienen y que por ser hombre lo consideren un inútil en casa o en cuanto a la crianza de su hija se refiere. ¿Qué pasará cuando Henry y Alexis se crucen y descubran que pueden apoyarse el uno en el otro como un equipo aunque sus vidas sean tan diferentes? Esta es una historia de amor a fuego lento entre un hombre y una mujer que comparten la crianza de sus hijos en soltería y que, según sus géneros, batallan día a día contra los juicios de la sociedad. En la serie Perfectos amores encontrarás las historias de varias mujeres con sus altibajos, amores, desamores, retos, debilidades y fortalezas a las que la vida ubica en una misma ciudad para que crucen sus caminos y establezcan fuertes lazos de amistad que las llevarán a apoyarse, animarse —y hasta regañarse—... porque eso es lo que hacen las amigas... ¿no? Ven a compartir las aventuras románticas de cada una de ellas y encuentra en cada una algo con lo que puedas sentirte identificada ¿Te atreves? :) Cada historia de esta serie es única, independiente y autoconclusiva.

Seorang gadis bernama Alina biasa dipanggil Lily. Hanya orang-orang tertentu saja yang boleh memanggilnya dengan nama tersebut. Kedua orang tua Alina berencana akan menjodohkannya dengan cucu tunggal keluarga Hilton. Namun, dia menolak perjodohan tersebut dengan alasan yang sepele. Tanpa diketahuinya, penolakan tersebut membawanya ke dalam situasi yang berbahaya. Arsean seorang Dokter tampan dan cucu konglomerat. Di saat semua perempuan di luar sana memujanya, hanya ada 1 gadis yang mengabaikan dan menolaknya selain Ibunya sendiri. Baginya hanya ada satu ambisi yang belum tercapai, yaitu. Menjadikan gadis itu miliknya! Dan membuatnya memohon untuk ia nikahi.

She shook, no, more like trembled in fear as she huddled in the corner. She tried to make herself as small as possible, which was easy with her malnourished frame. Her skin resembled wax paper, sickly white and fragile. She had come to fear the light, her dark brown eyes unused to the brightness; She found safety in the darkness, except for when she wasn’t alone. The door slammed open, she pushed herself further into the corner cowering from the man framed by light. He stalked forward, his fists balled, anger radiating off him in waves. The first fist landed upon the girl, her whimpers turned to cries, then to shouts of pain and pleas for help. It was pointless, she knew that. Punch after punch, fist after fist, foot after foot. The man assaulted her, beat her. This was how it was when she first came here at age Eight. As she aged it escalated, at Twelve they began touching her; Fourteen they raped her; Fifteen it changed, no longer the one same man, new male’s visited her. She never screamed, she wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. When she started to get too skinny for their tastes they began feeding her more, with the food she dreadfully filled out into rich curves; Generous breasts and a well formed arse. That only gained her more visitors. The girl, a young woman is 18 as of Fourteen days ago. Today was Monday, the first day of the week, she’s already been visited twice and it’s only Twelve.

They say that time heal all wounds. I’m not so sure about that, it has been four years since. Yet, regardless of how I drove myself to working a 9-5 job and spend my time studying, I still could not forget my love. Like a shadowy specter from the river of the forgotten, the memories and feeling for my love torment and haunt me greatly. the specter whispered my fears and scolded me for my regrets. Therefore I will write, I will write to bring the ghost of the past to rest. Each single digit of my love’s birthday added up to 33. Thus I will write 33 chapters and each chapter is a confession of my love and regrets that are dedicate to my beloved. Perhaps this is a most moronic task of the highest degree of foolishness. It will no doubt come back to bite me in the arse one day, but that day is not today. The Internet never really forget. The day that the internet died will not be today, it will not be tomorrow. These words dedicated to My love will exist for a thousand years and more to come, so long as humanity continue to exist. These words of love will reach the sky, it will travel among the stars, it will journey in starship, it will be spoken and written thousands of time after. One day in the farthest of future, someone in a room in a planet thousand of light years away will find my words to my beloved, and that someone will know of how much her love meant to me. I am number 36, and this is my words of love to my beloved, 33.

So we all know how this goes. Girl from modern world dropped into another. It’s going to be an adventure so don’t be discouraged by my blab on why I wrote the book. Right from my black fl in a beast world, you can tell that there will be twists. I tried to make a comedy out of it but if it doesn’t work, don’t blame this baby. Yes, there’s a lot to see. Please don’t ignore the book. I’m so anxious. To be honest, I did this because I once read a book where the author had the beast women be black and she called that ugly. The beast men were all white and good looking. I wasn’t offended but I also wasn’t comfortable with that. And throughout the book, the author kept on making references such as “her skin was pale.” -hence pretty “unlike so and so from the country side with darker skin.” I really don’t take these things to heart but I believe every color is amazing and every race has an equal opportunity to be ugly or beautiful. Being dark doesn’t make someone ugly, it’s just the facial structure that determines whether or not someone is good looking. So for this book, my transmigrator is black with black attitudes. I’ve tried to make the world as sensible as I possibly can. It just makes sense to me that beastmen also had brains. They can be able to judge. I believe that though simple minded, the beast women also had some emotional development. I may stray a bit from the traditional way of writing but I hope I get it right. I tried to tag this book to reverse harem but it’s not working so I don’t know.

What does marriage mean to you? Surely everyone says, the marriage brings together two people who love each other. But unfortunately, the marriage between Arzhie and Arsean was just an arranged marriage between their parents. Arzhie Wilson is a beautiful and smart girl who is very obedient to her parents, until she is willing to obey an arranged marriage that she does not know who her future husband is. But when they met for the first time between them, one thing Zhie did not expect. Her future husband is a senior and a person Zhie liked during her high school days, of course Zhie was both happy and surprised, Zhie did not expect to marry Arsean Adinata, a man who has always been coveted by women since school, especially now that she has shares and is the largest company holder in the country. Zhie realized that Arsean must not recognize her first until now, even Arsean didn't seem interested in this arranged marriage. The marriage that Zhie thought would be beautiful was not like that, not the happiness she got but the heartache that Arsean always gave, especially Arsean who was openly still in a relationship with his lover. "Sean let's end this, if Sean doesn't want to leave Bianca." -Arzhie Adinata- "Divorcing you I will never do but leaving Bianca I can't. I can't explain it because it's not time yet." -Arsean Adinata-

Sejak SMP Shielya Siha telah bertemu dengan Arsean Hionand , ketika SMA mereka bertemu kembali dan menjadi teman sekelas. Ketika Kuliah, mereka bertemu lagi dan menjadi teman satu angkatan dengan jurusan yang sama. Setelah tamat kuliah, Arsean melamar Shiel dengan alasan yang membuat Shiel tertarik untuk menerimanya. Setelah menikah, wanita itu dibuat sangat membenci teman semasa sekolahnya tersebut. Segala upaya yang Shiel lakukan selalu kalah dan dia tidak dapat memenangkan tantangan mereka hingga perasaan benci semakin melebar di dalam hati wanita itu. Segala upaya terus dilakukan Arsean untuk menjatuhkan Shiel, hal tersebut tentu saja semakin membuatnya menikmati tantangan diantara keduanya. Benarkah uang mampu membeli segalanya termasuk cinta seorang wanita?

Sejak SMP Shielya Siha telah bertemu dengan Arsean Hionand , ketika SMA mereka bertemu kembali dan menjadi teman sekelas. Ketika Kuliah, mereka bertemu lagi dan menjadi teman satu angkatan dengan jurusan yang sama. Setelah tamat kuliah, Arsean melamar Shiel dengan alasan yang membuat Shiel tertarik untuk menerimanya. Setelah menikah, wanita itu dibuat sangat membenci teman semasa sekolahnya tersebut. Segala upaya yang Shiel lakukan selalu kalah dan dia tidak dapat memenangkan tantangan mereka hingga perasaan benci semakin melebar di dalam hati wanita itu. Segala upaya terus dilakukan Arsean untuk menjatuhkan Shiel, hal tersebut tentu saja semakin membuatnya menikmati tantangan diantara keduanya. Benarkah uang mampu membeli segalanya termasuk cinta seorang wanita?

Devour everything that stands into your path and ascend to the heavens. The story of Von and how he devoured the heavens. i can't be arsed to make a synopsis guys, just read

Heckler Konninsberg was some bloke who was a general arse and racist. (well when he's reincarnated.) He was run over by a certain white truck and reincarnated in the world of Konosuba with the power of imagination creation with no limits. Will he be a generally nice person? Or an Arse? Read to find out. Ok, that last part was cringe. Notes: --------------------------------------------------------------- Formerly titled: Dividing and Conquering. Ported from Wattpad without permission. Because I didn't ask myself! Seriously I am the original author. Yeah, just some Konosuba fanfict. Also, the Megumin here is gonna be really really hot. Oh and this has scenes of people burning to death and a lot of violence. And LOADS OF WAR CRIMES! if war crimes aren't a genre, I don't know what is!

Any character,place,name I use in this novel are purely fictional; it has nothing to do with the real world. In this novel the Protagonist died in 2020 due to corona and traveled back to 1967 as an 18 year old boy son of a hollywood producer Robert Pearse with a future system. He entered Hollywood as a writer,actor and eventually became producer of movies. He also invested in microsoft,cisco,atari,hollywood,internet emerging market and became a billionaire. This is my first time writing to improve my English so there might be many mistakes but I will try my best to improve as fast as possible.

What do you do when you have a serious long term relationship. However your boyfriend is an arse and you have a spark with someone else, should you walk away or should you see if the spark turns into a flame? Well that’s what Elizabeth has to figure out one way or another However she is stuck on a cruise ship... in the middle of the ocean with one guy on land and one guy on the ship with her god life is complicated. This is my first novel attempt please leave a review good or bad and let me know how I’m doing and how you feel the story should end I’d like to do a few with these characters.

Lily Daisy Potter, alongside of her twin - of course the infamous Harry James Potter - was living according to her 'the most gloomy and dreadful life' under the guardianship of their aunt, Petunia Dursley. All of that ends, when they received a mysterious letter and was suprised by an unexpected visit from a half giant that claimed to know them. And what's this about her trying to get her twin's arse out of danger almost every single day?

William era un vaquero Criminal que cometió varios delitos, fue de los mas buscados del viejo oeste, y su cabeza tenía un gran precio. Al final la muerte le llegó, al ser una mala persona no había un cielo para el, pero al no querer ir al infierno el dios de la Nada le otorga una segunda oportunidad para redimirse. Lo transporta a un mundo de fantasía con magia, dónde debe redimirse al mismo tiempo debe buscar la manera de derrotar ala Diosa del Vacío, cuyo propósito es adueñarse de ese mundo y luego liberar Asus compañeros para devastar con la tierra. William vivirá varias aventuras donde le tocara ser el victimario de tantos delitos que el alguna ves cometió.

Do you want to work your job till the day you die? What about working in the afterlife too? “How pathetic are we when our ancestors are monkeys and they seem to have more of a life than us ‘advanced species’. “ said an office man to his coworkers. I never agreed to a statement that bold before. Wait till he finds out that I am still working even after dying. Well, it is not all bad in my job. I get to see and monitor these sad lives and just rejoice at the fact I am not in their shoes. I almost feel alive just looking at them living their lives. Little God Boss does give good benefits and if I do a good job collecting sentimental data then I could even enter his advanced civilization with perks. Well even God dude felt like he made a mistake making humans. Soo, he wants selected souls to get more data to create a better sapient. The concept of being an individual yet a social being did make humans an astonishing creation. Humans do have a funny to cope with mistakes they made. It's a never-ending soap opera with daily life struggles, betrayals, divorces, and eventually death. But not everything you get perks in the job. I have to constantly deal with the hells executive, a demon, tagging along with me and being a huge arse. After I was assigned my first ‘subject’ he kept instigating everything I was doing! He is kinda handsome if he didn’t have such as infuriating personality. I'm just waiting for retirement even after dying.

“Hear YE! Hear YE! HEAR YE! I bring you great news in this filt.. *cough*...This Great City under the establishment of the crue....*cough, cough*..The Ever Kind Countess Niwlat Evolem Dnaetah, a so wondrous and charitable Lady that many men from the Great Mother Church Wintal has come to visit her ladyship bearing so many blessing and gifts. However not all is well for our Kind and Benevolent Lady. For there is an unknown evil that lurk around in this City, and our Lady’s many husband has been assas...*COUGH*..Fallen to this Evil leaving our Glorious Lady a widower, all alone to fu..*Cough*..Mourned with the mens of the Great Mother Church. In Light of This Evil, Our Kind and Benevolent Lady bring unto you, my dear citizen, a bounty. For any man, woman or child that bring about news that lead to the capture of this Evil, a bounty of 2000 gold are promised to them.” .....Well....that’s over with. My name is Rugwald, and that wasn’t even my job, as a news speaker to these plebians. Not that I actually have any choice mind you. I mean it was either stand in the middle of the city square, freezing my arse off BUT SAFE or get to be bait for goblins. So, here I am, standing with my knees deep in horse dung and pelted by cold harsh winds and yelling on top of my lungs to these people. Just my luck to get picked up by a crazy battle maniac that run around, appearing and disappearing at random times. I have so many questions, questions such as; What in heaven’s name is a Player? Why the hell is this crazy person keep calling me an npc? What the hell is a System? And most of all, why does crazy morons like this guy keep on appearing everywhere and charge right into a group of monsters? And the ever so obvious and most important question of all, why? Why oh why did I ever think that applying to be an adventurer would ever be easy money? (please excuse the use of profanities that may be evident within, and the possibly horrible grammar.)

[MATURE CONTENT] Updates on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. ||| Her eyes paused on my son and they widened as she pieced it together. "Shit, is he," "Careful, Leah," I stopped her. "If you want to talk about the past, do it when my son is not around." She covered her mouth with her hand, "Shit." "Were you... friends?" Rhett asked carefully. "No. I had no friends in school," I told him. "We were classmates." "I was friends with your uncle," she told him. "My what?" My son frowned. I glared at her and she gasped, "He don't know... Cole?" "Was he part of the family that cut ties with you, mum?" "Yes," I said shortly. "Mind your words Leah, Rhett has no connections with the family I had in Massachusetts, only with my English family. So, before your run your mouth, think first." "Was he your brother, mum?" Rhett asked. "Yes," I clenched my jaw. "He was. Our life choices made so he ain't no brother of mine now. He isn't worthy of your recognition either." My son caressed my back, noticing my anxiety, "It's okay, aunt Leah, I don't want to know anything about them. My whole life I only had mum and grandma, and that's enough for me." "Does he know?" She asked me. "It doesn't concerns him," I snapped. "Ruby, it clearly does," she looked at my son from head to toe. "No, it does not," I hissed. "Will you stay like this forever then?" What the hell is her deal? "When he's of age, he can choose to know more about the rest of his bloodline, but until then, it's up to me to make choices that will keep him safe. Away from the danger that lies in there. So, yes, until he turns 18, or until he graduates, things will remain like this, as they should." "Which one is it?" She asked. "1 or 2?" I gasped, "Excuse me? I wasn't a whore, Leah." "Well, you could have done it without knowing. Many did." My jaw dropped, "I know who it was." "1 or 2, then?" This bitch. "2," I hissed. "I was never close to 1." "Well, 1 was certainly close to you." I frowned, "What? What are you talking about?" "You don't know?" She arched her brows. "Know what?" My frown deepened. "Oh, man, you never talked to any of them after you moved to Oxford in early July, did you?" I swallowed, anxiety rising up, "No, why?" "Oh," she blinked, "shit. You don't know." "Know what, Leah?" I asked exasperated. "Are you... sure it was 2?" I clenched my jaw, "Yes." "100%?" "I know who my son's father is, damn it!" I yelled, frustrated, but as soon as it was out, I cursed myself, mentally regretting saying that out loud. "Was... my dad a twin?" Rhett asked, too damn smart for his own good. Closing my eyes, I cursed under my breath, "Yes." "He didn't know that?" Leah gasped. "An identical twin?" My son gasped. Sigh, "Yes." "You've... been with both?" Neville butt in. "No!" I gasped horrified. "Jesus, no." "Was 2... the youngest twin?" Rhett asked. I growled, "Yes. Yes, he was, alright? He was falling behind his grades, I was assigned to be his private teacher, because I was the top 1 in class, and he wasn't so intelligent. The headmaster said that if I helped that idiot, I would get my recommendation letter to Oxford, so, I did it, even though I didn't want to. He was a pain in the arse most of the time, but sometimes... sometimes he was the best guy I had ever met. I fell for him by May, but he didn't fall for me. After he rejected me, we got together one last time in June, that was when you came into the picture. I only learned about you in August." "You were... already in Oxford," Leah realized. I swallowed, "Yes. I was already in Oxford, I had already severed contact with the Sinnott and taken up mum's last name instead, Vaughan. Then my mum told me the truth about what Rhett's paternal family actually was about, the danger they actually represented, and I realized how stupid I had been, and how much danger I had put my son and myself in, by having a son with a guy from that family," I side eyed Rhett, "I don't regret you at all."

Alexa lleva cerca de diez años siendo asistente de Aron el CEO de su empresa Stixia Corp. Un tipo, maniático, despótico y narcisista, y bastante cruel con sus subordinados. Son diez años conociéndolo, sirviéndolo lealmente y soportándolo a él como jefe y a todas sus bobadas y salidas de tono. De repente hoy es el día. Una sola tontería resulta ser la gotita que colma el vaso y como si hubiera bajado un Arcángel a iluminarla, en un segundo apenas toma la decisión más grande de su vida hasta ahora. Es hoy. Es el momento para ella de empezar una nueva vida con lo que realmente quiere hacer. Ella ya no necesita este trabajo ni a Aron en su vida. La pregunta es... ¿Podrá el CEO apañarse sin la eficiente Alex?

After a lifetime (12.94 billion years, give or take a millennium or six,) of tireless service to maintaining order within the cosmos it’s about damn time for a well-earned retirement. Because being No. 387 has officially had enough. Its last gig just went arse up, its bosses’ fault of course, but it’s still up to No.387 to foot the bill. For all the 48 billion souls and their solar system that just went down the toilet. So now it’s got a Goddess to repay, a third wave one at that. And hadn’t it been hearing some rumours lately that another Game might starting soon? No. 387 used to believe in coincidence up here in the Astral realm. Now? Now It’s just counting the century’s until it gets its beach house on the edge of infinity. Were Veshrya’s not a bad girl. She’s smart, kind, strong and so adorably cute kittens cry in envy when they see her. She’s just no hero, even if Fate is trying its hardest to get her to be. It’s just too bad she doesn’t realise it. -------------------------------------------------- Hello and thank you for reading. This is the first time I've actually tried to put any type of creativity out into the wider world and I sure as hell don’t know what I’m doing. Add into the mix a helping of dyslexia and the real world (which of the two this one is worse), and I just hope it reads slightly better than what a heard of wild donkeys being attacked by the cast of Stomp would sound like. Still, please have a read. Tell me what you thought for however long you do, where are there mistakes? What do you believe could make it better? I probably won’t actually change anything but its good learning if the criticism is constructive. The mistakes will be fixed though. Mabey. It should be a one or two a week release unless I come down with a bad case of work or worse yet, children. Now disclaimers. This is designed to be a slow burn of a story, if no action takes place in the first five chapters I won’t be surprised. 18 or younger? DO NOT READ. There WILL be sex, drugs, violence and rock and roll. There will also be a Harem (actually Polyamory rather than Harem), so don’t read if you’re not a fan. Tags will be added when or if I get around to it. And so, GL, HF. Oh, P.S. you may notice that some of my work may seem somewhat familiar to some people. That's because I'm not shy about letting better minds than mine do some of the heavy lifting. Thank you, D & D, for all you've given me. TAGS - Sci-fi, Fantasy, Female Protagonist, Romance, Harem, Violence, Sex,