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The Billionaire's Untamed Love

Celina, whose beauty is flawless, endowed with a curvaceous figure, having a mixture of naiveness and confidence in her attitude, most of it all guys can't seem to take their eyes off her cos of how glamorous she is. Born in a not-so-wealthy family,Her father "Mr Andrew saunders" dotes on her very much also the fact that she's his last daughter of his late 2nd wife.Because of this her step mom "Mrs Alisa saunders" with her two daughters"Alexa and Diana saunders"are jealous. Having a plan of disqualifying Celina of inheriting the property so it would be left for "Mrs Alisa"and her daughters.Due to circumstances she meets an enigmatic Prince charming and the most handsome billionaire who has a powerful aura that ring bells and attract all kinds of ladies to him, named "Leonardo de Caruso" know to be cold, calculative,ruthless, arrogant and most expecially has an impenetrable heart,but would he slowly fall love with a curvaceous,fiery,shy beauty?! would she be able to melt his icy heart.... would Leonardo they try to resist the undeniable connection to each other.leonardo who's never really interested in any ladies except for pleasure,changed drastically after the first encounter with Celina, would it be possible for him to be deeply attached to one woman? Even at that when their eyes meets there was nothing Celina could do but be in awe of him and their sizzling chemistry to each other and one thing with "Leonardo De Caruso"he would go extreme length to get what he wants even if it means claiming her as his lovely wife. Celina shy or naive will not easily accept him but with his charm and wit would make her bound to him,but would circumstances tear them apart or at the end of the tunnel would their love bloom and overcome everything together.
authoressreza · 2.7K Views

TheLastKingdom: Transmigrated w/ Proficiency System

USA, Louisiana.. a small town in north-east Louisiana.. if you see a little-bitty tiny dot with the name 'Oak Grove' beside it.. in the most north-east corner of Louisiana.. fifteen minute drive north.. and you' ve crossed into the state of Arkansas.. Or if you would have drove fifteen minutes east instead of north.. you would have crossed over the Mississippi-Louisiana state line.. so that gives you a pretty good general location of the town of my birth.. Unfortunately it wouldn't be the town of my untimely and unexpected death.. nope.. for I would not die in a town.. no.. I would be eventually crushed.. by a section.. of thirty-two inch.. steel.. heavy-wall.. industrial pipe.. for a natural gas line.. being lay'n.. from just north of the cities.. Odessa and Midland.. of the state of Texas.. Over a thousand miles away from my place of birth.. Bastrop.. Louisiana.. where the closest 'safe' hospital was for me to be born at.. forty miles west.. by north-west from where my family had lived for generations.. Oak Grove.. My family has worked as surveyors.. for pipelines and gas or oil facilities.. being built all across this great country on the continent of North America.. for atleast two generations.. If my children take up the mantle.. that would make.. three generations of my family.. to feed and provide for their families.. working as pipeline surveyors.. see Oak Grove is poor.. poor as dirt.. total population.. barely over two thousand.. average gross income per capita per family for a year.. less than ten thousand dollars a year.. there's just no real paying jobs.. in Oak Grove or anywhere near it.. so while the people who choose to work in Oak Grove make ten thousand dollars a year.. I started out as a 'rod-man' which was the lowest man on the 'totem-pole'.. making what those in Oak grove..worked a year for.. I made in a month.. I did nothing but pack bundles of wooden stakes.. then carry them up the mountains of West Virginia.. Or across the deserts of West Texas.. swamps of south Louisiana.. down around Baton Rouge.. or Tibbedaux.. the Everglades of Florida.. fuck I get that nauseous feeling every time I think of when I 'work'd' there.. I walked up on a dead body without a head.. not long after that.. still on the same project I saw the 'headless' corpse on.. I almost stepped on the biggest python I've ever seen.. the fucker was atleast ten feet long and two to three feet wide around.. Anywho, back to what I was talking back before I went off subject for a bit.. I started out making ten thousand dollars every month.. thats twelve times what I would have earned working a month in Oak Grove.. instead of working in these dangerous jobs.. Been a lot of dangerous places.. dangerous terrains.. working in a very hazardous career.. but I was well paid like I said.. and now I don't have a body left to send home to my parents.. that section of pipe.. weigh tens of thousands of pounds.. when the 'Komoda' excavators that were lifting the section tipped.. that was it.. one of the operators didn't extend his 'boom' on his excavator all the way out like he should have.. Now the pipes falling.. as soon as it lands on me.. thats it.. so much weight.. my head will pop and shoot right of my shoulders.. up in the air towards the heavens themselves.. reaches its peak height of its short flight.. then falling.. all whilst my body will be crushed and explode to nothing but splatter'd meat paste.. ending my first life.. trust I've seen it.. I know what will happen from experience.. and so beings the next chapter of life.. I see a tunnel with bright light radiating from then end of it.. as I reach the light I take the final step.. the blinding light recedes and fades away out of existence.. I find my surroundings returning to a lightness that my eyes can afford to see clearly in.. only to meet another pair of eyes facing me.. everything else is shrouded by darkness.. I see only eyes.. staring at me.. staring into me.. starin
Raymond_McKoin · 16.4K Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 702.9K Views

Echoes of Méter

In a world fragmented between light and shadow, where the line between progress and decay is thin, Méter rises as a land of paradoxes. Advanced cities dominated by androids coexist with ancient forests guarded by mythical creatures, while inhospitable deserts conceal secrets buried beneath their sands. It is a place where time seems not to follow a straight line but dances in broken cycles, revealing fragments of forgotten pasts and uncertain futures. In this complex universe, stories are woven by characters as diverse as the world itself. From young explorers who defy societal limits to forgotten legends that still echo in distant mountains, each life carries a fragment of the truth about Méter. Here, humans struggle to survive in a system that marginalizes them, while extraordinary beings—such as dragons, shape-shifters, and elementals—dwell on the fringes of the known, challenging our understanding of what is real. Underground, dark tunnels harbor conspiracies that shape the destinies of nations, while in the sky, constellations seem to silently observe the errors and triumphs of those living below. Amidst the ruins of lost civilizations and technologies that defy logic, questions arise that span generations: Who truly rules Méter? What do the androids really want? And, more importantly, what remains for those who still seek a place in the sun? As different paths cross, buried secrets come to light, forcing unlikely heroes to confront uncomfortable truths and challenges that transcend their very existences. In a world where even the deepest darkness may hide a spark of hope, every choice has the power to alter the fragile balance between order and chaos. Ecos de Méter is an epic journey through a rich and detailed universe, where each page reveals new layers of mystery and wonders. Prepare to explore a world where nothing is as it seems, and where every step taken could be the first toward a new era—or the last before an inevitable collapse. Méter awaits you. What will you find in its shadows?
aabianconi · 2.1K Views

HIRE BOTNET CRYPTO RECOVERY - THE BEST BITCOIN/CRYPTO RECOVERY EXPERT

The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of emotions and challenges for my husband and me. We found ourselves facing a catastrophe when the wildfires in California destroyed our home. The fire spread so rapidly that we barely had time to grab anything. All we managed to take with us were our phones, laptops, and the car. Everything else was lost in the flames. The devastation was hard to process. We were left with nothing, feeling completely overwhelmed by the loss.Luckily, my sister opened her doors to us, offering a place to stay while we figured out what to do next. Still, the reality of the situation was hard to swallow. We had no idea where we would go, how we would start over, or what the future held. Tomorrow, we will be moving to a hotel, and from there, we will begin searching for a new apartment. It's a small step, but one that feels important in our journey to rebuild.Amid all the chaos, there has been an unexpected glimmer of hope. Last year, my husband and I made a costly mistake in the cryptocurrency market, losing $50,000 in a bad investment. We tried everything to recover it, but it felt like we were hitting dead ends at every turn. Just when we thought there was no way to get our funds back, I decided to reach out to a company called BOTNET CRYPTO RECOVERY.I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I was desperate to recover some of the money we had lost. To my surprise, they responded quickly and got to work right away. Within hours of sharing the details of our situation, they began investigating. And then, just a few days later, I received the best news I could have hoped for. BOTNET CRYPTO RECOVERY had already managed to recover over 70 percent of the stolen USDT. I was shocked, relieved, and deeply grateful. It’s a feeling I can’t quite describe, knowing that something we thought was gone for good is coming back to us.While there’s still work to be done, I’m confident that the rest of the funds will be recovered soon. This unexpected success has given me hope during a time when it was hard to see any light at the end of the tunnel. It’s a reminder that even in the most difficult times, there are people who can help, and there is always a chance to rebuild. Though we’ve lost so much, I know we’re not alone in this journey, and with a little help, we will come through this stronger. CONTACT INFO BELOW. Email them at: support (@) botnetcryptorecovery (.) c o m WhatsApp Web +1 (431) 801-8951
Reginald_Cooper · 345 Views

Mystery Chaser: The Assassination

Summary of the novel "The Mist" Core storyline "The Mist" is a suspense thriller novel set in an ancient European city. The story revolves around Gabriel Wells, a former police detective turned private investigator, who investigates a series of mysterious murders. A seemingly independent serial murder case on the surface, in fact, involves a huge conspiracy that has lasted for twenty years. Background of the story The story takes place in an ancient European city in the 2010s, where history and modernity intertwine, the underground tunnel system is complex, and ancient buildings and modern cities blend together. This city is bright on the surface, but there are turbulent undercurrents hidden. The fate line of the main characters Gabriel Wells as the protagonist The transformation process from the army to the police detective to the private detective The mystery of the cause of death of parents Enmity with the police station The ambiguous relationship with Sarah Bennett Sarah Bennett, the heroine From a simple reporter to an investigator who reveals the truth The emotional entanglement with Gabriel Keep taking risks for the truth Victor Blackwood is the ultimate villain The image of a philanthropist on the surface Concealing the evil for twenty years The ultimate representative of power and desire The development of the case The first line: serial murder case All the victims are related to a secret military plan 20 years ago Each victim was killed in a specific way There are mysterious clock clues left on the scene The second line: military conspiracy Secret military experiments 20 years ago The truth of human experimentation High-level concealment and elimination plan The third line: corruption in the police department Collusion between high-level insiders and criminal organizations Evidence was destroyed and tampered with The Struggle and Choice of the Just Police Key turning point Part 1: The death of antique shop owner Peter opens the curtain Part 2: The fire in the military archives Chapter 3: The Discovery of the Underground Secret Chamber in the Church Part 4: The Revelation of the Final Truth Story theme The boundary between justice and evil The Good and Evil of Human Nature The Cost of Truth The choice between redemption and revenge Structural characteristics Four-part structure, layered progression multiline parallel narrative Time is intertwined, and the present and the past reflect each other Multiple sub-line stories support the development of the main line Suspense elements Murder in a secret room Serial murder Military conspiracy Ghost in the police station international crime The Mystery of the Castle Emotional Core The emotional development of Gabriel and Sarah The search for the truth of the death of parents The psychological struggle between justice and revenge The test of trust and betrayal Ending direction The story finally reaches its ultimate confrontation in the underground chamber of the ancient castle. Gabriel not only has to face the shock of the ultimate truth, but also has to choose between justice and personal revenge. The ending reveals the complete truth and leaves deep thoughts about human nature. Creative Features subtle psychological description A complex web of intertwined relationships Interlocking suspense design A profound exploration of human nature Compact plot rhythm Multi-dimensional narrative techniques Theme deepening Through the intricate cases, the novel explores deep themes such as the boundaries of justice, the complexity of human nature, and the cruelty of truth. At the same time, it also shows the valuable character of persisting in pursuing the truth in the face of numerous difficulties.
DaoistozAOHL · 4.6K Views

I NEED MY EX BACK WITH THE HELP OF A SPELL CASTER URGENT 2025

To whoever is reading this, I want you to know that there is always light at the end of the tunnel. Last month, I was in a really bad place with my husband. We had lost track of each other, and the cracks in our relationship had grown deeper when he said to me, “I don’t think I’m happy anymore.” My heart dropped. It wasn’t the first time he’d said something like this, but this time, the words hung between us like a dark cloud. There was no fight, no resolution—just silence.I had tried everything: therapy, weekend getaways, even couples’ counseling. Nothing seemed to work. The love I had once felt for him felt distant, like something I couldn’t quite remember, and the thought of starting over made me feel even more lost. One day, I was searching online when I came across a post by a lady who Priest Ade had helped. So, I took his contact from there and messaged him on WhatsApp. He told me that sometimes, the answer doesn’t come from outside forces, but from within the people who are willing to work through the pain and try again.He gave me instructions on what to do and promised me that in 48 hours, everything would be well. I’m still in shock—my husband came back home and apologized. We worked everything out. I used to have doubts about these things, but not anymore. He can help you too. Contact: Email: ancientspiritspellcast@gmail.com WhatsApp : +2348100170928 Website: https://ancientspellcast.wordpress.com
Nicole_Miller_4553 · 578 Views
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