Garnet Flats

Noah Morgan has been labeled a loser, mocked by peers, and betrayed by loved ones. He is a man that society loves to ridicule and despise. He hits rock bottom when the person he trusted most turns against him publicly. However, just as everything falls apart, an envelope with a Phoenix stamp slipped inside his boring flat, revealing a shocking truth: Noah is the illegitimate son and heir of a secretive but powerful trillionaire. Noah inherits money and much more; he inherits a Wealth Management System, a digital interface that could assist him in expanding his wealth, unlocking hidden assets, and gaining abilities to influence people, increase his physical power, and get revenge on people who have hurt him. Now, Noah rises from the ashes with nearly unlimited wealth and resources. His enemies laughed and ridiculed him once, but soon they will learn his vengeance.

an ordinary Civil servant,been giving second chance of life by unknown mask. by exchanging his two eyeballs for a second life. with catch he is not really alive anymore as a human, but as an undead...with power. will he be able to live his life normally? or will there be many strange and random things that will crossing with him? ---------------- Author note: this my first novel,and English not my first language so, i may user google translate to write it...and the story probably goes random and flat whenever my mood is..

Transmigrating into a Cultivation World full of crises, Shi Nian just wants to lie flat and survive until she dies of old age. However... Why do the fellow disciples around her all seem a bit off? The aloof senior sister is a vicious supporting female character, and in the end, her own partner extracts her soul and peels her bones just to save a mortal woman. The gentle second senior brother is a tragic character; his childhood sweetheart fiancée claims she and a poor boy are true love, and eventually, that poor boy breaks in and cripples second senior brother's cultivation. The cold third senior brother is obsessed with swordsmanship and has eyes only for that, but the female lead clings to him obsessively, saying she loves only him. The male lead is jealous because of this, and third senior brother is schemed against and dies pierced by thousands of arrows. The kind junior sister saves a tiger demon, who professes admiration for her, but in the blink of an eye, throws her into the Abyss for the sake of the female lead, causing her to fall into demonhood, ultimately dying tragically under the Righteous sword. Shi Nian is shocked to realize she has transmigrated into four books at once. And all her fellow disciples are the villains in the books... When a group of protagonists righteously come knocking on the door. Shi Nian, who has been lying flat all this time, suddenly realizes. Huh? When did she become invincible?

On a flat, broken world teetering on the edge of ruin, the end of the Earth is called the Dead Zone—a cursed land crawling with nightmarish monsters and barren of all life. No one survives there. No one… except Noir. He awakens with no memories, no strength, and no reason to keep walking—until she appears. A mysterious woman who brings food and water, vanishes by nightfall, and offers no answers. But what happens when kindness hides betrayal… and death refuses to claim its king?

Alex Walker was a living legend in the game. Some argue that he was the best midfielder in the world back in his prime... The same people would tell you flat out that he was the worst manager in the world. Three relegations in his first five years... erratic relationships with his players and tens of millions of money spent on unknown players with little to no identity. After suffering a heart-attack on the back of yet another relegation, Alex Walker wakes up to something strange. [Ding! Coaching system has been awakened!] *cough cough* now that this book has become contracted we're going to need to change the system a little bit (so I don't get migraines  from writing too many chapters). From now on: 5 golden tickets = 1 extra chapter 75 Power Stones = 1 extra chapter 5 gifts of any kind = 1 extra chapters 1 super gift (magic castle ahh gift) = 5 extra chapters and my eternal gratitude

They say that 90 percent of the world's oceans have been unexplored, due to just how much floor there is to cover. Imagine a world where, instead of deep trenches of water, our oceans were filled with forests—endless forests—where the further you go, the stranger, and larger the creatures become. The air growing thicker, and heavier, with the stinging sharpness of ozone; trees that stretch into the stratosphere, or bottomless muddy quagmires that are so deep that the bodies claimed can never be discovered; deer the size of whales, or bigger still, with an anomalous number of legs; the oppressive daytime darkness, never ending, due to the boundless appetite of the trees. Who knows what untold methods of ravenous mutilation might be discovered in the great beyond; or what unfathomable treasures lurk just beyond the shadow's edge. We find ourselves marooned in little islands of flat plain in the midst of miles and endless miles of oppressive wooded wilderness. Do not let the sunlight fool you. There is nothing keeping the terrors of the depths from venturing into the light.

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

(key elements of this book: supernatural abilities, kingdom building, friendship, territory and people management, slight romance but nothing crazy) Skye’s eyes took a moment to adjust to the bright light of a sun peaking through the sticks that didn’t burn his skin in an instant. The wind blowing between the trees carried no sand or toxins in their breeze. The floating orb above him spoke bluntly yet Skye paid him no mind. It’s words a mumbled mix of nonsense, Skye struggled to latch on to anything important. Something about their god dying, needing to form a team, building a society that can withstand the others. Blah blah blah. It was too early to hear it all again. Skye groaned and detatched himself from the roots connected to his nervous system. The energy they helped him absorb over night was going to be put to good use. He pushed himself up and grabbed Thorn, his trusted spear, and opened the makeshift door to his tent, letting the fresh air rush in. Stepping out he said “Alright. Another day of trying to survive and not becoming dinner for some weird flat face freak.” He gave his body a stretch with his spear raised above his head with both hands, feeling a pop in his back from sleeping on the ground. “Oph, and maybe find something softer to sleep on.” His minions danced along with his words. their petals fluttering in agreement. The bodies of a few monsters with chunks blown out of their sides lay scattered around them. Today was going to be a good day.

The sky smelled different. When Li Xiu opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was not the sky’s brightness or the canopy of unfamiliar leaves above him, but the scent—earthy, humid, sharp like crushed bark and smoke. Then came the pain. A dull ache pulsed behind his temples, like someone had struck him with a rock. He sat up groggily, wincing as dizziness made his vision swim. His hands were small. His arms—thin. His feet bare, caked with dried mud. He looked down at his body. It was… wrong. Too small. Too light. Like the limbs of a malnourished child. And then, the memories hit. Not his memories. Not all at once, but in fragments—mud huts and fire pits, cold streams and stone knives. A hunting spear too heavy to lift. A group of children laughing and shouting, calling him names in a tongue that he somehow understood. “Mu,” they called him. “Grass-Eater.” “Idiot.” “The one who spits meat.” Li Xiu clutched his head, panting. This wasn’t a dream. He had died. Or perhaps not quite died—but his body was gone. Left behind in some sterile lab, slumped over a desk cluttered with microgrid diagrams and empty coffee cups. And now, somehow, he had awoken in this world—no, in this body. The village was already awake. Smoke curled from cooking fires, and the scent of roasted meat drifted from the central pit. Women with painted faces stirred thick broth in stone pots. Men returned from the morning hunt dragging the carcass of something that looked like a cross between a deer and a boar, its tusks nearly as long as a man’s arm. A tall man—broad-shouldered, dark-eyed—spotted him and sneered. “Mu,” he barked, tossing something at his feet. A hunk of half-raw meat. “Eat, before the dogs do it for you.” Li Xiu stared at the meat, throat dry. It stank. He could see flies already gathering at the edges, and the fat was still twitching from leftover nerve reflexes. His stomach turned. He remembered, vaguely, that Mu—the original owner of this body—had always refused meat. Or more precisely, his body had refused it. Sensitive digestion. Vomiting. Nausea. The tribe believed it was weakness. Uselessness. A soul not worth calling back from the womb. But the original Mu hadn’t been able to explain it. Li Xiu could. He understood the importance of balance, of nutrition, of edible plants rich in minerals. He remembered how certain roots could be dried into powder, how leaves could be used to prevent infection. But in this world, none of that mattered. Meat was the food of warriors. Meat was the gift of the gods. Chewing leaves? That was for deer. Or worse, for idiots like him. Still, hunger gnawed at him. He turned from the meat and wandered toward the outer edge of the village, where the moss grew thick and the children rarely played. He crouched by a familiar patch of herbs—low-growing stalks with broad, silvery leaves. He recognized the scent: wild yarrow. Good for digestion. Slightly bitter. Edible. He plucked a handful and chewed thoughtfully, ignoring the whispers that followed him. “There goes the grass-boy again.” “Is he even human?” “He must be cursed.” Li Xiu didn’t reply. He sat on a flat stone beside the creek, watching the water ripple past, chewing slowly. His mind, though disoriented, remained sharp. This body might be young, small, and weak—but it had survived. For years. Alone in a tribe that mocked it. Somehow, Mu had lived with nothing but plants and scraps, instincts, and a strange sense of calm. And now, Li Xiu had inherited all that. He looked down at his stained hands, then at the huts in the distance, smoke curling against the morning sky. This wasn’t the life he had planned. But maybe… just maybe… It was a life he could rebuild. Not through hunting. Not through violence or brute strength. But through something far more enduring. Knowledge. And if all he had, for now, were weeds and roots and a brain full of engineering theory— Then so be it. The idiot boy who ate grass would

Twenty years ago, my little sister was kidnapped by another world's summoning spell. Twenty years later, I’ve finally hijacked my way into that world! And now, I'm searching for her. Angels? Demons? Gods? Or even Fate itself? So what? I don't fucking care! I will find my sister, even if I have to tear this world apart! ___________________________________ Read this story if you are looking for: - A genuinely smart main character who wasn't a loser in his past life and doesn't get spoon-fed too much superpowers or cheats. He becomes strong through sheer willpower, overcoming hardship, and outsmarting impossible odds, winning seemingly unwinnable fights. - A harem, but not the typical kind. The main character won't chase any girl like a literal simp. Also, the girls aren’t flat, two-dimensional tropes either. Each has depth, distinct personalities, powerful backstories and real emotional impact on the MC. Also, the MC is mature, so expect meaningful and serious relationships, not the cringey, child-like and meaningless romance drama. - A thrilling and well-thought-out plot filled with betrayal, deception, mystery, and plot twists at every turn. Friends become enemies, enemies become allies. Even those who seem trustworthy may later reveal their true, wicked nature. In this ruthless world, everyone has their own ideals and goals, and the line between good and evil isn’t always clear. - No yuri. - A unique blend of isekai, western-style cultivation, and even regression plot.

My name is Alexandria—but most people call me Alex. As in short for Alexander. Yeah, you read that right. Alexander. That’s what my forged documents say, thanks to a stingy, paranoid old man with too much time and not enough sanity. Not that anyone questions it. With short hair, flat clothes, and a body that never got the memo on curves, I pass. Even my best friend—June—thought I was a guy when she confessed her crush on me. I wanted to tell her the truth. But I don’t even trust my own shadow, so instead... I told her I wasn’t into girls. She still thinks I’m a gay boy. Life was smooth enough—until her jerk of a boyfriend dumped her, and I accidentally became her emotional support system. Now she’s leaning on me, smiling at me, crying on my chest—and I’m spiraling. Oh, and to top it off? A senior named Grey has taken a suspiciously intense interest in me. I think he’s gay. I think he thinks *I’m* gay. And now I think I’m in trouble. Big trouble. Secrets don’t stay buried forever. Especially not when your heart’s on the line.

Samuel Raveish was the undisputed master of his digital realms, an otaku recluse whose life revolved around the precise optimization of fantasy RPGs and the meta-knowledge of countless light novels. In his cramped London flat, he lived an existence of comfortable detachment, perfecting character builds and conquering virtual gods, always musing, "If only life had a reset button." Then, his cynical wish was brutally granted. A blinding flash, a rending agony, and Samuel awakens in Aetheria, a vibrant, chaotic medieval fantasy world brimming with powerful, unpredictable magic called Primordial Aetheric Currents. Before his eyes, a persistent, translucent blue screen flickers: "ERROR: SOUL INTEGRATION FAILED. REPEAT ATTEMPT 622,822,031." Samuel’s initial reaction is pure gamer logic: he's the chosen protagonist, this is his Isekai fantasy, and the "error" is merely an overpowered cheat ability. He quickly discovers his "cheat": Return by Death. Each excruciating death sends him back to a "last stable state," usually his humble cot in the "Stumbling Stag" inn of Oakhaven, memory intact, but body reset. But Aetheria is no game. His first attempts to "optimize" his life and "quest" his way to power are met with humiliating, agonizing deaths. He stumbles into Dire Beasts in the Elderwood, falls victim to simple traps, or dies from mundane poisoning, forcing him to endure the visceral horror and cumulative psychological toll of dying repeatedly. His reliance on meta-knowledge crumbles against a world that doesn't play by rules, where even low-level threats can be deadly, and magic is wild and untamed. As Samuel loops through minor local conflicts, like the mystery of The Missing Child & Whispers of the Weaver, he repeatedly interacts with the first faces he comes to know in Aetheria: Elara, the pragmatic innkeeper; Lyra, the kind-hearted healer; and Roric "The Keen," the suspicious watchman. These initial encounters and the shared (though for them, forgotten) experiences within his loops teach him the immediate dangers and societal norms of this brutal new world, grounding him in its harsh reality before his journey inevitably leads him beyond Oakhaven. Unbeknownst to Samuel, a far grander, more insidious force subtly governs Aetheria: The Grand Conclave of the Aether. Operating through seemingly benevolent Virtuous Arch-Orders and shadowy Sinful Arch-Orders, the Conclave seeks absolute control over all Aether and, by extension, all life. As Samuel’s loops lead him to uncover deeper secrets beyond Oakhaven, his unique ability to learn from death might make him an unwitting disruptor to the Conclave’s meticulously crafted schemes, drawing their chilling gaze. This is the story of Samuel Raveish, an otaku forced to shed his cynical detachment. Enduring countless brutal deaths, he must navigate a world of genuine chaos and unexpected humanity, struggling to bridge the gap between his optimized gamer mind and the raw, painful reality of true existence. Can he master his terrifying "cheat" to not just survive, but to truly live and find purpose in a world that consistently defies his expectations, even as the powerful Grand Conclave moves to control all of Aetheria?

Follow Instagram @sere_nity_lee for new info novel of Serenity Lee [Mature content] [WSA 2022] || Vol 1-3 END "So, you are, my lecturer?" Audia asked as the two of them were on their way in Alvin's private car. Alvin cleared his throat once. "Yes, that is so." "No wonder I feel like I know your face," said Audia, matching her memory. "What do you teach, huh?" "Architecture." Audia nodded her head while her mouth formed an 'o' shape. 'Uh? .... Wait ... what?' Suddenly the nerves of her brain suppress the memory in the hippocampus. "Mr. Mandala?" Audia asked for sure. Which immediately got a nod from Alvin. "No way!" Audia screamed in disbelief. Her eyes narrowed at Alvin. "Why?" asked Alvin in surprise. A Mandala H, that's what Audia remembers when the new lecturer introduced himself when he first taught. Wearing a plaid shirt, smooth hair, neatly slicked back, glasses always perched on his sharp nose. Came with a bag containing his laptop and a textbook for teaching. Lecturer arrogant, pretentious cool, stingy smile, flat face, killer. Very different from Alvin who is now her husband. Unexpectedly 'that Mr. Mandala' and Alvin—her husband, turned out to be the same person. 'That annoying person turned out to be my husband?' she thought. 'Oh noooooo!' * * ******* ** The bride-to-be suddenly withdrew from the marriage due to an arranged marriage. Then run away and the news is not known. The groom-to-be was left speechless in front of the invited guests. Worry for a moment. Canceling the marriage contract or looking for an impromptu replacement bride. Until his eyes caught a woman in a white dress sitting among the invited guests. The other ones were students at his campus where he had just taught. As a substitute teacher. How will the story of their marriage continue? Will the seeds of love grow between these two strangers? With a myriad of question marks in the bride's heart, why was she chosen among the many other single women who were also present at the grand wedding of the son of one of Indonesia's well-known real estate entrepreneurs. cover: www.freepik.com === INCLUDE COLLECTION/TAP LOVE/ADD BEFORE READING. SO THAT THIS STORY IS IN YOUR READING LIST AND GETS NOTIFICATIONS WHEN NEW CHAPTER UPDATES ^^ CONTINUE SUPPORT THIS STORY, by throwing BLUE STONE'S POWER STONES FOR THIS STORY! — 1 POWER STONE WILL GET 1 FREE VOUCHER TO OPEN THE LOCKED BOOK. DON'T FORGET, A 5 STAR REVIEW YES! THANK YOU

Apollo Musashi, the main character is a hard worker. Training each day to get stronger and stronger. He has aspirations of being above everything and has the will to make it happen. With this story I dream of bringing back old Shounen and characters that are mean in just the right way. I've seen many new shows try to make their characters as nice as possible, and although I'm making my character nice, he going to be a bit of a pain in the ass. I'm going to try to make the most realistic characters I can make within the confines of this verse. I watch most things nowadays realizing many of these character are just too unbelievably nice with no outbursts and I find that entirely unrealistic. No, I'm not going to have a harem for the main character, because that too I believe is entirely unrealistic from the real world. Without a further adue, I hope you like it.

Charterton Valley High welcomes Felicia Limoxberg, descendant of a powerful mage bloodline. She has convinced her family to let her attend school in the city, and thus she has moved from the British countryside to a cozy little London flat with Reynardo, her foxlike fae familiar, and Benimaru Kurogane, a bodyguard with magic of his own and murky secrets. Despite the warnings, Felicia starts overenthusiastically spellcasting around her classmates to gain new friendships, yet it’s likely to bring school-wide pandemonium. But soon a surge of dark magical creatures uproars through London, leaving Felicia, Benimaru, and Reynardo to resolve each issue if they want to stay in the city. Also available on Wattpad

A young man named Nick sighed as he stare at the sky outside of the window with a lazy face. “Hah… reality is often disappointing, if only I live in those stories at least life will be much simpler…” He said slightly upset. As he closed his eyes to relax, he hope that when he open his eyes something will happen. -Ding! A familiar sound he always read about in novels appeared out of nowhere. [Superior System has been integrated into the host soul] [For you whom destined for supremacy, I have been bestowed upon thee as a loyal companion and assistant to reach the peak of existence!] After he heard the system speech of nonsense, he opened his eyes and is greeted by a flat transparent screen with words on it. A huge grin appeared on his face as he know what that thing is. It was a system. “This will be very interesting~” The young man chuckled as he continued to stare at the sky with a grin on his face. ***

On the day she went to get her marriage certificate, she got dumped! Her love rival pompously gloated about their live with lewd photos. In a fit of anger, she dragged an unmarried middle-aged man into the civil affairs bureau. “Mister, they said I have a flat chest?” “It’s alright as long as I like it.” “...” “Mister, they all said you like fair-skinned curvy and long-legged beautiful women?” “I like flat-chested short-legged women.” “...” He was Jin City’s ruthless and resolute business tycoon. He was cold-blooded and emotionless, yet he doted on his coquettish wife that was ten years his junior! People asked, what is your secret method to doting on your wife?” “Lover her, love her, passionately love her!” “...”

I’m Not Your King, YOUR HIGHNESS is a story about Carter White. For unknown reasons, he finds himself in a world of magic and fantasy — only to discover that he looks like the deceased king and acts like him as well. This causes the widowed Empress to long for Carter, even though she still cannot accept her king’s passing at the hands of Gemlord Garnet of Power. It is up to Carter White to pretend to be King Charl Black and train as him, all while discovering that he himself has special abilities. Join the whirlwind romance and dance between Empress Glycemia and the fake king as they slowly fall for each other, becoming more than just friends while solving the lost mysteries and wonders of the world of Aethersol. Together, they face the Gemlords, the Herculean Titans, and the unexpected love that blossoms between them, as they help her retrieve the Sacred Armaments and the king’s remains. Join Carter on this ominous, funny, and mysterious adventure in the world of Aethersol.

In the heart of Cape Town’s gang-ravaged streets, where the law is often outgunned and the innocent forgotten, one man decides he’s had enough. Brian, a quiet, light-skinned coloured 26 year old from the Cape Flats, wakes up every day surrounded by poverty, crime, and the ghosts of friends lost too soon. But he’s not a soldier. He’s not a cop. He’s just a young man with a black hoodie, a red ski mask, and fists trained by street fights and pain. Armed with nothing but grit, street-smarts, and a code of justice, Brian begins his war against gang lords, drug dens, and corruption. But being a hero in South Africa isn’t about capes or powers, it’s about surviving each night and protecting those who’ve been forgotten. As his legend grows, so do the threats: rival gangs want him dead, the cops want him unmasked, and someone in the shadows is pulling strings far beyond the Cape Flats. In a city where being a hero means becoming a target, can Brian rise above the violence or will he become just another body on the pavement?

Getting rejected by one guy is one thing. Getting rejected by three guys is another. Seong Jin Lee never expected his perception of boys to change from neeks with less hair to neeks with less hair who he suddenly wanted to date. But when his search for love falls flat on its face, he vows never to fall again. But then it happens again. Another unrequited crush he can only talk about in his personal, daily vlogs. What he didn’t plan for was his memory card getting stolen and the incriminating videos being used to blackmail him. By one of his former crushes.

In the bustling city of Miravale, Aarav, a humble and hardworking mechanic from the slums, crosses paths with Urmila Rana, the daughter of one of the city's wealthiest families. Their meeting is pure accident—a flat tire, a chance encounter, and a conversation that lingers. Despite the worlds that separate them, Urmila is drawn to Suraj honesty, strength, and the quiet dreams he hides behind his calloused hands. Suraj, though intimidated by her status, can't deny the spark he feels—something deeper than just attraction. As they begin to secretly date, both face intense pressure. Urmila's elite world is filled with judgment and tradition, while Suraj's community warns him of heartbreak. But love doesn't follow rules. When secrets unravel and Urmila's family discovers the truth, Suraj must decide whether to fight for her or let her go. In the end, it’s not about wealth or status—but whether love is enough to bridge a gap society says should never be crossed. "When Worlds Collide" is a heartwarming tale of love, courage, and the strength to rewrite destiny.

"Please my lord!!! Lend me the money,I promise to pay you back!! I just need to start up a business to take care of my family please!" The man cried in front of the mafia boss sitting down like a king on the chair smoking dangerously "So what if you can't pay back?" He asked in his cold scary voice The man kept quiet for a while before speaking up "I will give you my daughter" He finally said "I don't remember you having a daughter" The boss frowned "My wife gave birth yesterday,that's why I'm here for money...my lord" He said "Okay......deal" The boss said and immediately the man fell flat on the floor "Thank you so much!!!" The mafia boss turned to his men "Get him a bag and make him sign the contract" He ordered "Yes boss" The man was taken away after that. Soon enough,the boss's seven years old son came in with the mobsters,sweating all over as he had been training all day as usual. "Why are you here? Your training time isn't over" The boss said "Dad I'm tired......." "Never say that word in front of me again you weak human!!!" His father yelled and the boy broke into tears "No more tears!! Mafias are strong men,tears and weaknesses are taboos!!" He shouted "I want to play with other kids......" "How many times have I told you that you're not like other kids?" The boss stood up "Take him away,add extra two hours to his training session" He ordered his men "Yes boss!" And like that,they dragged the little boy out while he continue crying.

Soft kitty, cartel kitty, Little ball of fur— Sneaks across the border, With a bag of... purr. Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, Counting all that cash, DEA comes knocking, Kitty makes a dash. If Jim Parsons sang this version on *The Big Bang Theory*, Sheldon would probably say, "Penny, I asked for comfort, not a federal investigation!" My cartel cat was prowling by the border wall, Kept watch so long, poor kitty took a fall— Bumped kitty… ohhh Bumped kitty… Just a friendly little cat. My cartel cat was hiding in a secret flat, Waited so long, poor kitty got trapped— Trapped kitty… ohhh Bumped, trapped kitty… Just a friendly little cat. My cartel cat was running from the DEA, Ran so fast, poor kitty lost his way— Lost kitty… ohhh Bumped, trapped, lost kitty… Just a friendly little cat. My cartel cat was counting all the cash, Stacked so high, poor kitty made a dash— Rich kitty… ohhh Bumped, trapped, lost, rich kitty… Just a friendly little cat. My neighbor saw my kitty with a bag of snow, I said to my neighbor, "Let my kitty go!" Free kitty… Bumped, trapped, lost, rich, free kitty… Just a friendly little cat. My cartel cat tried to hide in a sombrero, But sneezed so loud, blew his cover, oh no! Sneezy kitty… ohhh Sneezy, free kitty… Just a friendly little cat. My cartel cat took a nap on a pile of cash, Dreamed of tuna, woke up with a stash— Sleepy kitty… ohhh Sneezy, free, sleepy kitty… Just a friendly little cat. My cartel cat tried to bribe the border guard, Offered a fish, but got caught off guard— Caught kitty… ohhh Sneezy, free, sleepy, caught kitty… Just a friendly little cat. My cartel cat escaped with a clever plan, Rode a llama, now he's the man— Llama kitty… ohhh Sneezy, free, sleepy, caught, llama kitty… Just a friendly little cat. Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty! For more about Jim Parsons, visit his official site: [https://www.jimparsons.com](https://www.jimparsons.com) For *The Big Bang Theory* show, visit: [https://www.cbs.com/shows/big_bang_theory/](https://www.cbs.com/shows/big_bang_theory/I if this book changes even one life then it was worth it I need help https://photos.app.goo.gl/67B1XKnbaEnRj7rB7

Synopsis: In a high-rise apartment called “SkyHeights Residency,” three dysfunctional roommates—Raj (the overconfident gym freak), Kabir (the sarcastic coder), and Tushar (the hopeless romantic)—live in Flat No. 404, a place where everything that can go wrong… will go wrong. From failed online dates and food delivery disasters to one epic Zoom meeting gone wild, their lives are a circus—and the Wi-Fi is always the first casualty.

487AD, a cruise ship encountered a storm whilst out in the ocean. One person on the ship went missing, it was unknown whether the person was dead or alive. After this, that ocean gained an extra mermaid. When Lansi opened his eyes, he had become a white mermaid. He laid flat on his back, watching the sky through the blue of the ocean water. White fins attached to his long white tail swayed in the current. His scales scattered the light that entered the ocean. Lansi coughed out a lone bubble. On the first day of his becoming a mermaid, was there someone… who could tell him how to turn over as a fish??? The king of the oceans stirred from his deep slumber. He saw an exquisite pearl, which carried a white shine. It gradually fell into his embrace. Hello there, little fish.

To the world, Riku Aoyama is nothing but a loudmouthed class clown. He’s the type to trip over flat ground, crack terrible jokes during tests, and bring chaos into any room with a single grin. Teachers sigh. Classmates laugh. No one takes him seriously. And that’s exactly how he wants it. Because beneath the smile, behind the awkward stumbles and endless chatter… Lies a terrifying genius. At just seventeen, Riku has lived through horrors no child should face. Abandoned by his real parents and taken in by a cruel stepfamily, Riku learned to survive not with fists or tears—but with a mask. His abusers see only a weak, naïve boy. His classmates see a happy-go-lucky fool. But the world? The world unknowingly bows before the brilliance of The Ghost Detective—a faceless legend responsible for solving hundreds of impossible crimes. Since the age of nine, Riku has cracked cold cases, exposed corrupt officials, and hunted killers, all while hiding behind a fake account and his carefully crafted persona. His mind is a weapon. His body, honed in secret training since the age of five, is a fortress. He can fight, escape, disappear, and outthink the deadliest of foes. But no one knows. No one can know. Because the truth would break everything. Even more dangerous than the murderers he hunts are the three boys now circling his heart. One is his fiercely loyal childhood friend who would burn the world to protect him. Another is a rival he never expected to meet again. And the third… a ghost from his painful past. With each case he solves, the ticking of his mysterious, unremovable watch grows louder. It only ticks when he's closest to the truth… or on the brink of disaster. Left behind by parents he can barely remember, the ancient clock is both his guide and his curse. As danger creeps into his double life, and love threatens to unmask him, Riku’s greatest challenge isn’t the darkness of the world—it’s keeping his own from slipping through the cracks. Because if anyone discovers who he really is… It won’t be just his secrets that die. ¦[Let them laugh at his smile. Let them believe he’s harmless. Because when the mask breaks— The world will never be the same.]¦

A young Asian girl finds herself thrown into a world of gods immortals and demons and ends up marrying the Demon Emperor whom not even the gods dare offend . With her Goldfinger only usable when she's drunk ,she always either half drunk flat out drunk or a complete mess ,and with her new husband trying to make her stop her drinking habits a hilarious romance ensues in the Palace. And things become even more interesting with the Arrival of the Immortal Grounds God of war who fell in love with her at first sight ,too bad she has a weird obsession with overpowered Demon King Characters due to all the novels and anime she's watched .

In a world, similar to earth, with a lush planet and advanced technologies,near cyberpunk mixed with old technologies and ideologies, a millennia ago, a very Powerful god, worked hand in hand with an extremely advanced race, to combine technology and magic, making this world known as Lua, undergo changes, with 10 continents, each with its own nations, to change, people gained a system, the systems helped grant a class, some were combat, others engineer, and some everyday professions, like blacksmiths, armorers, even actors had classes be born into existence, well on year 2153, a particular short statured girl------ named Silver Hailstorm, whom just turned sixteen, the age of the system awakening and also the day she has to register her class with the kingdoms hunters association, something some dread for their weak or common class, others look forward to, but on this day, silver is treating it like any other. Working in the family owned mechanic and armor fitting shop, where most of the clientele is military vehicles, the money is decent,but not enough to help us climb the social pedigree and gain a spot in a tier 2 city. Silver is a cat girl standing at only four feet tall, making her no bigger than the dwarves, and no less aggressive as them, usually wearing her mechanic coveralls, and a black tank top, the upper part of the coveralls tied around her waist, and her over sized weilding gloves, and weilding goggles adorning the top of her hair, grease stains can be seen all over her, but uncaring to all this as she works on taking the damaged armor panels off the hover troop transport. A vehicle that has a very similar appearance to a humvee or Bear, on earth. Her Dad, Also a Cat person, here they are just known as nekos from here on thats how they will be addressed, burst through the office door into the bay while trying his best to yell over the drone of loud rock music, and the industrial grinder. "Sil!...Sil! you have to go awaken and register your system!". Barely hearing him over the noise, silver cuts the grinder off before walking over to her dad, giving a quick hug before dashing out while tossing over her reply. "thanks dad for the reminder im leaving now!" And like the neko she has always been, fast and too agile for her own good she sprints down to the office, her small size allowing her to zigzag and at times perform acrobatics to not bump into people, a feat larger people would struggle to repeat as she does, rushing to the office about half an hour away from the shop on foot. She laughs and cackles in glee and the sheer freedom and speed she is going through so much foot traffic, being a tier one city with more than twenty million people in it, theres always a lot of foot traffic.Some people who have seen her in traffic before are used to her antics while others are awestruck and surprised as she flashes by, her red pixie cute hair fluttering around her and her red and white stripped ears easily seen as she does flips and dives over people into the tiny spots in the crowd. After a near flat out run, for 15 solid minutes, making it outside the huge hunters building, where hundreds of thousands of new hunters and old are streaming in for various reasons, some are just like her here to activate the system and see what they awakened as and to register.Walking in and looking around having to hop several feet in the air a few times to survey over the crowd, in doing so drawing some attention from several groups all around wondering if she is part rabbit or something, some of the people in line in front and behind her giggle and laugh and a couple dwarves smirk as they realize what she is trying to do before she finally sees that she actually randomly selected the correct line on the first try. "phew, made it, and im not dead last, hopefully i awakened something with machines..." she says,a bit of forshadowing.

Loki didn't expect that his decision to move house would be a disaster in his life. No, not because the apartment is ugly or dirty, and not because the residents are not friendly. in fact the opposite of all that, even the price of flats in marina's apartment is very cheap. strange things began to happen; the door to his room was often unlocked. whispers above the ceiling and peepholes inthe Walls of his room. not to mention the strange gaze of the quite girl next to his flat when they first met.candy, the girl instead whispered to Loki. " welcome back......" what did she mean? even though Loki felt like he didn't know the girl before.

Suddenly standing up from where she formerly sat the nine years old Aiden placed her little hands her flat chest to make a confession " I love you butt face !" "I want to be your waifu " Aiden made her confession with a straight face. The thirteen years old boy who had been sitting quietly on a rock listening to the child confess her love for him, looked up to meet the expectant eyes of the child "Tsk tsk tsk you're still a child " "by the way, I'm not gay" he chuckled looking at the petite brunette with amusement Her eyes which had turned sad and teary immediately glistened with joy as he mentioned not being gay. Moving to where the teenage boy sat , she put her hands around his neck and whispered " It's alright, you'll just turn gay for me" Audrey who was left dumbstruck by what the little girl said didn't know what to reply. Getting up from her previous squatting position she straightened her clothes and cleaned the dirt that had gotten on it. " When I grow up I'll turn into a lady for you if I'm not able to , you'll be a gay just for me" she said walking away from the confused lad as she smiled sweetly to herself. Unlike the smile on her face the other was in a state of confusion " What books have you been reading these days?" ***** "Do you love me?" Audrey asked the lady whose hands he had pinned to the wall "No" "Are you sure" he asked again "I'm sure" she replied knowing fully well that she was lying to both he and herself " Then why did you dress all girly for me "Aiden replied with a hesteric look on her face "Wh... what y.. you... asked me to wear this" "Mhmm, I guess I did" he concord "I'm just helping a certain someone fulfill their promise" mimicking a child's voice he said " I'll turn to a lady for you if I can't you'll turn gay for me" "Do you remember anything ?" "I would have gladly turned gay for you but there's no need since you are already a lady" "Aren't we a match made in heaven ?" He asked looking at the girl who was trying to digest all she had heard. " You .... you're..." "Butt face! " they both completed the unfinished sentence, one looking surprised the other smiled mischievously.