Slur Po Polsku

Mahirap maging isang single parent. Ginagampanan ang dalawang obligasyon sa bata. Ang maging Ama at Ina sa iisang katauhan. Subalit may pagkakataong makakatagpo ka na maaasahan at kayang intindihin ka. Siera Madrigal, isang Ina na gustong punan ang kanyang pagkukulang dahil sa kasalanang hindi naman niya gustong gawin. Drake Roa, isang single parent na ginagampanan ang pagiging ama sa bata simula ng iwanan ng kanyang kasintahang si Sharlene na umalis matapos isilang ang kanilang anak. Paano magkakatagpo ang dalawang magulang? Magulang na minsa'y nagkulang at gustong punan ang lahat ng kasalanan, at magulang na ginawa ang lahat para sa kanyang anak. Author's Note: Ang kathang inyong mababasa ay nakasulat sa Filipino- English na lenggwahe. Maraming salamat po.

He just became the newly-crowned movie emperor when he died a tragic (actually, very stupid) death. On his way to cross the NaiHe bridge, he managed to evade Meng Po and not drink her soup. Thus keeping the memories of the life that he just had. But he would never have imagined that he would be reincarnated hundreds of thousands of years later. In the Interstellar era! If it happened to other guys, they would definitely want to be a mecha warrior. Don't most men dream of that at least once in their life? But sadly, that's not for him. There's only one goal in his mind - to be the number one star in the Interstellar era. With the knowledge and skills he got from his past life, he would definitely achieve it. But who was this annoying person who kept on pestering him? A certain prince smiled in a scary and crazy way: Cook food for me or else die. = a few months later = A certain prince leaned over and moved his face closer: I don't need food, I could just eat you. A bad tempered yandere gong X a reincarnated movie emperor shou *NaiHe bridge - a bridge that souls crossed to enter reincarnation **Meng Po - the lady on the Naihe bridge who gives out soup that lets the souls forget their memories, thus entering the cycle of reincarnation in a clean slate. Twitter: @tyramisu_wn IG: @tyramisu_novels

On the day of Sloane’s long-awaited mating ceremony, her world shatters. When the pack is attacked by vicious rouges, Her mate and pack alpha is forced to choose between his mate Sloane and his first love, Celeste. Sloane’s sister. Ryland doesn’t hesitate to choose Celeste, and Sloane’s left to die in the brutal attack. Sloane barely survives, only to wake up to a far greater nightmare. Framed for betrayal. Stripped of her title. Exiled. But the goddess is done with her yet.. As she’s dragged to the borders, Alpha Alexander returns. The true heir. The ruthless warrior and Ryland’s older brother. The moment he lays eyes on Sloane, his wolf growls one undeniable word. Mate. Alexander has returned to reclaim what’s his. His pack, his title, and now, her. But Sloane has learned the hard way that mates can betray, and this time, she refuses to be weak. Because if Alexander truly wants her, he’ll have to fight for her. ~~~~~~ “Help me..” Sloane slurred, she barely felt the pain, her body was numb, her hands trembled as she pressed them against her stomach. Something is wrong. Her vision blurred and then she heard footsteps, heavy and desperate. She lifted her gaze and saw him, her mate. “Ryland…” She lifts her hand weakly, reaching for him. He’s here. He can save her. Ryland’s gaze lands on her, his face pale as he takes in the blood staining her dress. His jaw clenches. For a second, she thinks he’s going to come for her. But then his eyes shift. Past her. To the figure trapped behind her. Celeste. Sloane watched in horror as everything about him changed. The tightness in his expression melts away, replaced with relief. Ryland rushes past Sloane like she’s nothing. Drops to his knees before Celeste. “I’m here. I’ve got you.” His voice is full of warmth—love. A love he never had for Sloane. Ryland grabbed her hand instantly, holding it like she’s his entire world. Sloane couldn’t breathe. “Ryland,” she chokes out, her body shaking. “Please… help me. Our baby..” He doesn’t even look at her. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Celeste. I should have chosen you from the start.” He picked her up, ready to walk away. Sloane tried one last time, her voice weak. “Ryland….please..” Ryland paused to look at her, his gaze flickered to the blood that trickled down her legs then walked away with Celeste clinging unto his arm.

[COMPLETED] Lorelai is an unwanted princess; a puppet in the hands of the royal family. Born weak and raised loyal only to her kingdom, she has no real power and is constantly abused by both her stepmother and her son. Her value lies in one thing only––marriage. Thus, she is to marry Duke Kalder, an old but powerful and influential man whose previous wives have all gone missing under mysterious circumstances. That is until she meets him. Tall, dark, strong, mysterious, irresistible, seductive. The King of Lycans. The King of Beasts. The Gypsy King. One who was once a slave now controls the biggest and strongest, most feared kingdom of the continent. And for some reason, he has his eyes set only on Lorelai. Important note: this is a historical fantasy novel and in its context, the word "Gypsy" is only used as a name of a nomad tribe and is not used as a slur.

Strongly inspired by Slavic mythology -----------Warning in the end----------- A rag-tag group of newly freed slaves finds themselves in the continent's largest and most dangerous forest after the oldest of them made a deal with some of chorts living in it . Watch them trying to navigate the warzone of a society ruled by racism , homophobia , violence , sexism and the whims of the gods while trying to keep themselves and those around them sane and safe . All the while facing their own trauma and prejudice and being forced to grow into better people . -aka- Watch me an (idiot) amatour author try and spin a story and try to keep those idiots alive maybe even have them building a nation , while trying to make more slavic mythology inspired fiction because its super fucking cool and also facing the brutal reality that yes my culture has a LOT of problems . Constructive criticism will be appreciated -------Warnings------- Things happening: racism ; homophobia ; violence ; sexism ; xenophobia ; violence Mentioned: cannibalism Specifications : Use of slur , racial discrimination and stereotyping of a Romani character

Before the gods, before the first flames of creation, before even the concept of form or thought—there was only The Void. Silent. Infinite. Unshaped. And yet, within this boundless abyss, something stirred. From the nothingness, three forces emerged, like threads weaving together the first fabric of existence. These were not gods, nor were they beings of thought—they were essences, fundamental truths of reality itself. Each one distinct, yet inseparably bound to the others, ensuring that creation could ever take root. The Continuum of Space—The foundation upon which all things are built. Without it, nothing could exist in form or structure. It is the skeleton of reality, defining boundaries, distances, and the vastness of the cosmos. It separates matter from void, the heavens from the abyss, and ensures that existence is not a singular, undivided mass. The Flow of Time—The great river that moves all things forward. Without it, existence would be an eternal, stagnant moment, neither past nor future, only an endless Now. It is the force that dictates growth, decay, and the very concept of change. The Essence of Emotion—The spark that gave purpose to creation. Where Space gave form and Time gave movement, Emotion gave meaning. It is the will of existence itself, the force that fuels ambition, hope, despair, and desire. Without it, creation would have no direction, no dreams, no soul. These three primal forces intertwined like the threads of an infinite loom, shaping reality from nothingness. Their collision did not simply create a single world—it birthed the Multiverse, an infinite sea of realms, each one a unique reflection of the interplay between these cosmic truths. Where Space stretched, galaxies bloomed. Where Time flowed, stars ignited, burned, and faded. Where Emotion stirred, life took root, seeking purpose in the infinite. Percy Atlas Magus, was admitted to a prestigious university frequented by heirs of powerful Chaebol families. A devastating accident soon followed, tearing apart the Magus family. Percy survived only to awaken in a strangely altered reality—one where his beloved twin sister Camilia, became unrecognizably distant, and the sudden introduction of someone he didn't realize was family. Now, Percy must navigate this perplexing new reality, guided by an enigmatic floating screen {Infinite Omega System.} With his path intertwined with cosmic forces and familial bonds strained by fate itself, Percy’s journey becomes one of survival, reconciliation, and the pursuit of hidden truths. Join him as he battles the challenges of his altered life, unlocking the secrets of the universe and the powerful legacy that awaits him and his sisters—the foretold awakening of the Triquetra, the legendary Power of Three

Alistair Von Elden, o segundo príncipe do Império Elden, foi condenado à morte sob falsas acusações de traição. Sua própria família, seu próprio sangue, assistiu impassível enquanto a lâmina descia e sua vida se esvaía. Mas a morte não foi o fim. Seu corpo foi lançado no Poço do Abismo , um lugar de onde ninguém jamais retornou. Mas em vez de ser consumido pelas trevas, ele se tornou uma com elas. Agora, renascido como algo além da compreensão humana, Alistair não busca redenção – ele busca vingança. Armado com o poder proibido do Abismo e o conhecimento da traição que o condenou, ele retornará para destruir aqueles que o traíram e reivindicar aquilo que é seu por direito. Mas o mundo que ele deixou para trás não é mais o mesmo. Novos inimigos surgiram. Antigos segredos foram revelados. E forças muito maiores do que ele imaginava começaram a se mover nas sombras. Agora, Alistair não luta apenas por vingança. Ele luta para reescrever o destino deste mundo.

Writing for fun and this is my first time writing something apart from the school and stuff so grammar will be really bad. INFO:-A young man died by lightning (yeah lightning). He is watching a po*n video while masturbating and lightning hits his dick. And here he is in a deep void in front of a supreme god waiting for his wishes to embark for his journey for attain godhood. what will he ask...? No: harem Op mc (1- chapter/day)

Amara__ "porque? porque é sempre tão difícil eu ter um lar? eu quero muito viver, como todos nesse mundo." Eu me chamo Amara, eu sou aquela que vive num mundo que não é chamado mundo, mais sim um inferno. Eu sou aquela que fui acusada injustamente e me tornei uma mulher sem honra e dignidade, uma coisa assim não desejo para nenhuma mulher da alcateias. Eu não posso chorar, nem gritar,eu vivo no poço da escuridão, cada vez me sinto mais suja perto dele, nos olhos dele eu sou um pedaço de carne para os lobos famintos. ** Ela era conhecida como a Bastarda, a única humana entre as matilhas de todas as alcateias. Seu pai, um alfa de poder imenso, havia destruído a vida de sua mãe ao acreditar que ela o traíra. Ambos eram seres meio humanos e meio lobos, e a traição, real ou imaginária, foi o que levou à sua queda. A dor da perda e a raiva da traição deixaram cicatrizes profundas em sua alma, e Amara cresceu cercada por olhares de desprezo desconfiança, humilhação com legado de uma bastarda. __ Após a tragédia familiar, o Alpha Ragnar tomou uma decisão drástica. Em vez de protegê-la, ele decidiu oferecê-la como presente a um Alpha temido e respeitado, conhecido como Alpha Erebus. Erebus é uma figura sombria, envolta em mistério e poder. Seu lobo, apelidado de "Lobo fantasma", era igualmente temido, conhecido por sua habilidade de se mover silenciosamente, como se não tivesse presença, fazendo com que seus inimigos tremessem de medo. Amara, ao saber de seu destino, sentiu uma mistura de terror e indignação. Alpha Erebus era conhecido por sua crueldade e por não hesitar em usar sua força para manter a ordem entre os híbridos. O que seu pai esperava ao entregá-la a ele? Era uma oferta de proteção ou uma sentença de morte? Quando finalmente se encontraram, a tensão era palpável. Erebus a observou com olhos penetrantes, avaliando-a como se fosse uma peça de um jogo de xadrez.... Ele é um dos líderes mais temidos da Alcateia Leste, é uma figura envolta em mistério e temor. É uma criatura que parece surgir das trevas. Quando Erebus se aproxima, a luz hesita e sua sombra desaparece, como se ele não pertencesse a este mundo. Sem compaixão ou amor, ele é implacável, governando com um olhar penetrante que faz qualquer um tremer de medo. Os uivos de Erebus, nas noites de lua cheia, ecoam pela floresta, como um aviso de que a escuridão está prestes a se espalhar. Sua lenda é um lembrete constante do poder absoluto que um Alpha pode exercer. É a personificação do medo e força da alcateia. Erebus___"coloque o pé, que eu vou despedaçar você deixando-a nua e jogar você para os meus homens"...

"I WILL MAKE THEM ALL REGRET THE DAY THEY MET ME! I WILL MAKE THEM WISH THEY WERE NEVER BORN! AND I WILL MAKE THEM HATE THE DAY THEY THOUGHT OF BETRAYING ME!" "You will, Sweetie. And I'll help you with that..." Those were the last words Avery spoke and heard before passing out in her bloody red wedding gown, on the same day she was supposed to marry her boyfriend from senior high school. ~~ Avery McCallum, the sole heiress and president of the McCallum Group of Companies, had her whole family wiped out on her wedding day. Framed for her grandfather's murder and stripped of her position, Avery vows to take revenge on those who wronged her. But her powerless state seems to mock her determination. Enter Archibald Donovan. She used to hate the devilishly hot and narcissistic chairman of the A² Corp who also happened to be her older brother's best friend, but when consumed with the need to take revenge, she begged him to marry her in return for fulfilling a long list of conditions. Archie agrees, and a month later, Avery re-emerges as Ava Donovan, a rising actress and the wife of the most powerful man in the country. With her newfound status, Avery systematically destroys her adversaries, uncovering dark secrets and hidden agendas along the way. But as she navigates the treacherous landscape of her new life, she must confront the truth about her family's past and at the end of it all, come back to him. She owed him after all... ~ EXCERPT Archie's eyes darkened when he saw her stumbling out of the wine cellar, a bottle of wine in one hand and her night robe, in the other. She was literally half naked. "Hey..." her greeting came out in a slur, and that was all he needed to know she was drunk. Very drunk, at that. "Why?" he asked simply, knowing she would interpret his question as she usually did. "I...I visited them today. The flowers on their stones were already wilted and...and...it broke me. I wanted to be happy and at the same time, I wanted to cry," Avery replied, inhaling short wisps of air before she continued, "Then I found the cellar." "Did it work?" She shook her head slowly in reply, lifting her head up in time to see a mischievous smirk curl on his lips. "Don't be sad, Baby girl. I happen to know a way to make you cry and keep you excited at the same time," he said. "Really?" "Wanna try it, Mama?" Avery nodded, slowly but firmly as he closed the distance between them. As he promised, she did cry...in pleasure. Note: This book is participating in the Cupid's Quill Contest. Your support is highly appreciated!

It tells a poignant love story. He was the most heroic man in history, and before his death he sang a sad song about a woman; she was the most charming woman in history, and before her death she danced a story about steadfast love. The story of the two had no beginning, only an ending of parting in death. After his death, he became a demon for her, and fought fiercely with the immortals of the three realms. After he was killed, his unique seven souls were hidden in various places by the immortals; she became a ghost for him, and before she passed away, she smashed Meng Po's soup bowl, and her soul flew away. Even so, he still vowed to subvert the three realms, find her in the next reincarnation, and marry her, even if it took a thousand years.

Ito po ay compilation ko po ng mga sinulat ko, sana po ay magustuhan nyo!? God bless you all!? Meron din po nyan sa Wattpad.

Pour toi, coeur de poète avec une âme de pirate et un esprit vagabond. Je t'invite a voyager avec moi, contempler l'univers, l'inconscient et leurs secrets.(fic)

Good day. Ako nga pla si Rein. Tisoy, 24 yrs old na ako ngayon 5'7 ang height at slim body may itsura nalaban sa pageant. ang kwentong ito ay hango sa karanasan ko mula nung 10 yrs old palang ako. Bata palang ako nun alam ko na sa sarili Kong may kakaiba sa akin.Ang tawag nila sa akin ay Rein Tisoy. Dahil sa may lahi akong American Pero dko nakilala si Papa na nakilala ni mama sa Olongapo. Andito na ako ngaun sa Bukid kasama ng lola at lolo ko sa Zambales. Masabi ko naman na marangya buhay namin kasi may mga katulong kami sa bahay at kasama na dun si kuya Caloy (Matangkad, Gwapo at Maskulado at Moreno ang nagparanas Sakin ng ligaya at sakit). Ang mama ko kasi ay Nasa US na at nakapag asawa ng U.S citizen na Pinoy din naman. Inaantay lng nila ako makatapos ng pagaaral at kukunin din dun. Tanghali na ako nagising dahil Gabi na kami nakauwi nila lola galing sa Kasal. Pang baba ko sa Sala dumeretso na ako sa kusina dun kasi malapit ang CR. Paglabas ko ng CR tinanong ako ni manang Anie (kasambahaya namin) kung gusto ko daw ba ng sinangag. Tumango nalang ako at wala pako sa wisyo at kagigising ko. Habang hinahanda ni Manang ang pagkain ko umupo ako sa Mesa at Dali akong tinimplahan ng gatas ni ate. Sa kinauupuan ko nahagip ng mata ko sa bintana na may lalakeng nakatakip ng kamiseta ang mukha habang nagpuputol ng Malagong halaman sa Hardin. Nakasandong manipis at Shorts na pangbasketball. namangha ako sa katawan nito dahil sa taglay nitong hulma. "Ate sino po Yong naglilinis sa Hardin" tanong ko Kay ate Anie. "Ah yan ba, si Caloy yan anak ni Mang Goryo Jan sa kabilang bahay" sagot ni ate Anie. "Te sya na bago boy nila lolo?'' tanong ko. "Ngayong bakasyon lang, nagaaral pa yan sa senior high si Caloy incoming grade 12 sa pasukan" paliwanag ni ate Anie. "Pupunta na nga pla ako sa palengke soy (nickname ko pinaikling Tisoy). Mamayang 10 am pakidalhan nalang si Caloy ng Meryenda, may kakanin at Suman Jan sa ref. "Opo Te ingat po" sagot ko. Wala pang 10 am Pero inasikaso ko kaagad ang Meryenda ni kuya Caloy dala na din ng excitement. Dumako na ako agad sa likod ng bahay kung San ko narinig na may nagtatabas ng mga Malagong halaman. Papalapit pa lang ako, titig na titig na ako sa katawan ni kuya Caloy. "Kuya Good Morning po. Magmeryenda ka po muna" inilapag ko sa papag ang pagkain. Narinig naman ako nito at tumango. "Good morning sir Rein. Ako po si Caloy bago ninyong boy." pakilala nito at tinanggal ang kamisetang nakabalot sa mukha. Namangha ako sa istura ni kuya Caloy 17 palang sya Pero para syang batang version ni EJ Falcon. mukhang mabait si kuya Caloy. Umupo sya at NASA gitna namin ang suman at kakanin. Nagtanggal sya ng Damit pangitaas kitang kita ko ang kabuoan ng katawan Nia na nagpapawis may abs at pormadong dibdib. Kaka-kain ko lang ng almusal Pero parang nagutom ako Uli. "Kuya Bale uwian ka po ba or stay-in ka po" tanong ko. "Stay-in ako dto sir, para may kasama daw po Kau ni ate Anie habang nasa hospital si lolo mo yan kasi bilin Sakin ng lola Mila mo'' paliwanag nito. "Kuya wag mo na po akong tawaging sir. Rein nlng po." Sabi ko. "Hahahaha" " Cge pla rein." patawang sagot nito. nakita ko ang mga ngiti ni kuya Caloy mas lalo itong nagpagwapo sakaniya. Pinagmamasdan ko sya habang kumakain sabay tingin nito Sakin at ngiti. napaiwas nlng ako ng tingin baka mailang si kuya Caloy Sakin ngunit alam Kong nahuli Nia akong nakatitig saknya. "Rein wala ka bang inumin Jan" tanong nito. " Ay kuya oo nga po Pla, ano pong gusto mo" tanong ko. "Ikaw" sagot Niya. "Ako po" mejo nagulat na may kilig. "Oo ikaw, ikaw ang bahala Pero kung may beer pwedi Nadin hahahaha". pabiro nitong bilin and Dali Dali akong kumuha ng Coke Casalo. Pagbalik ko habang nilalagyan ko ng Coke ang baso ni kuya tumayo ito at magtanggal ng short at boxer shorts nlng ang natirang suot. Muli itong umupo at tinaas ang paa sa papag na upuan at sumandal. "Rein boxer short muna ako hah ang init kasi dibale tayo lang naman dito.

Chapitre 1 : L’enfance dans des jours difficiles Je suis néedans une famille de cinq enfants, au milieu d’une époque où le pays subissait encore les lourdes conséquences de la guerre. À cette époque, ma famille était très pauvre. Mes parents, qui avaient grandi durant cette période difficile, n’avaient pas eu l’opportunité de bénéficier d’une éducation complète. Ainsi, toute leur vie, ils n’ont connu que le travail à la ferme, luttant durement pour subvenir aux besoins de la famille. Être agriculteur à cette époque était très éprouvant. Mes parents devaient se lever à l’aube, qu’il pleuve ou qu’il fasse beau, pour aller semer du riz ou récolter. Mais même le travail aux champs ne suffisait pas à nourrir toute la famille, alors ils devaient effectuer d’autres travaux pénibles. L’un de ces travaux était le déblaiement des pierres, un travail dangereux et épuisant. Mes sœurs, bien que très jeunes, devaient aussi suivre mes parents pour ramasser des pierres et faire exploser des mines. À un âge où elles auraient dû être à l’école comme tant d’autres enfants, elles devaient faire face à un dur labeur. La vie s’écoulait ainsi, et ma famille accueillit deux nouveaux membres – mon frère aîné, puis moi. À cette époque, au Vietnam, les garçons étaient souvent valorisés par rapport aux filles. Mon frère était choyé par mes parents bien plus que mes trois sœurs. Quant à moi, étant la benjamine, j’ai reçu le nom de Huế, d’après une ville ancienne et poétique du Vietnam. Les premiers souvenirs que je peux évoquer remontent à mes cinq ans. Je me rappelle très clairement des enfants du quartier – beaucoup étaient plus jeunes que moi – qui étaient emmenés par leurs parents à l’école maternelle. Quant à moi, je ne pouvais pas y aller. Je me contentais de me tenir à l’extérieur de l’école, à regarder à travers la fenêtre, voyant mes camarades chanter et danser joyeusement. Je ne comprenais pas pourquoi je ne pouvais pas aller à l’école comme eux, mais je ne m’en plaignais pas. Je restais là, observant silencieusement pendant un bon moment, puis je reprenais le chemin de la maison. À cette époque, j’étais une petite fille naïve et innocente, ne comprenant pas grand-chose de la vie, ne sachant que j’étais très obéissante, toujours à l’écoute de mes parents. Je ne savais pas que les années à venir seraient encore pleines de défis… Chapitre 2 : Les jours d’innocence En entrant à l’école primaire et au collège, je garde des souvenirs magnifiques de mes années passées sous le toit de cette école simple. Cette école n’était pas aussi moderne que celles d’aujourd’hui, mais c’était pour moi un endroit extrêmement cher. La cour de l’école était ombragée par de grands arbres, offrant un refuge lors des récréations pleines de rires. Chaque fois que le gong annonçait le début des cours, la cour devenait soudainement silencieuse. À cette époque, mes camarades et moi écoutions attentivement les enseignants, sans téléphones ni Internet, juste des livres et une soif d’apprendre. Le soir, je rentrais dans notre petite maison chaleureuse, où cinq frères et sœurs se retrouvaient avec nos parents. Mes sœurs avaient alors entre 17 et 18 ans, un âge rempli de vitalité et de premiers rêves. Notre maison était donc toujours animée et joyeuse. Les amis de mes sœurs venaient souvent jouer, s’asseyant autour d’un thé et discutant gaiement, ce qui rendait l’atmosphère familiale toujours vivante. Pour ma part, chaque après-midi après l’école, je me plongeais dans l’innocence de l’enfance avec mes amis du quartier. À côté de chez moi se trouvait une grande pelouse, où nous nous rassemblions chaque jour pour jouer à toutes sortes de jeux. Nous apprenions à faire du vélo, à sauter à la corde, à jouer à colin-maillard, à cache-cache… Ces jeux folkloriques faisaient partie intégrante de l’enfance de nombreuses générations, simples mais incroyablement joyeux.

Le vent soufflait avec violence sur les falaises d’Ærindell, soulevant des vagues qui venaient s’écraser contre la roche noire. Perchée au sommet, dominant l’océan et les terres du royaume, l’Académie d’Arcadia s’élevait telle une forteresse intemporelle. Kaelen Valdris était immobile devant le gigantesque portail d’entrée, contemplant les immenses tours d’obsidienne et de verre. Il serra le poing, ressentant une colère sourde monter en lui. "C’est ici que tout commence."

# PERSEGUIÇÃO AMOROSA Su Wan amava Jing Chen há dez anos, e com ele foi casada por dois anos. Jing Chen sempre foi o marido, seja quando estavam a sós ou em público. Ele se lembrava de seus aniversários de casamento e preparava presentes para ela em toda ocasião especial. Ela era a menina dos olhos dele e tratava-a como um tesouro precioso. Ele gostava tanto do corpo dela que se podia dizer que era obcecado por ele. No entanto, apenas Su Wan sabia que Jing Chen agia como um marido perfeito porque era um homem de palavra. Ela nunca esqueceria o que ele lhe disse quando se casaram, "Posso casar com você, mas já tenho alguém que amo. Nosso casamento durará três anos. Três anos mais tarde, você será quem irá propor o divórcio ao Avô." Então, no segundo aniversário deles, quando Jing Chen tirou os papéis do divórcio e os colocou na frente dela, Su Wan não se surpreendeu. Ela secretamente guardou seu teste de gravidez. "Embora ainda não tenham sido três anos como prometido, Bai Lian está de volta. Posso compensar você," disse Jing Chen. Su Wan assentiu calmamente, "Está bem." "Você será quem pedirá ao Avô o divórcio. Diga a ele que você já tem alguém de quem gosta. Mesmo que o Avô não queira concordar, ele não rejeitará você," disse Jing Chen. Su Wan assentiu, "Entendi, mas... é necessário o divórcio? E se eu disser que temos um bebê?" Jing Chen respondeu, "Su Wan, não há 'se' no meu mundo. Sempre tomei medidas contraceptivas. Mesmo que realmente ocorra um acidente, eu garanto que ele desapareça. Não deixarei esse risco para trás." No dia do seu casamento, o bebê de Su Wan nasceu prematuramente. Su Wan se envolveu em um acidente de carro, e a cena estava coberta de sangue. Deitada numa poça de sangue, Su Wan abraçou seu estômago com força, desesperada para protegê-lo. Mais tarde, surgiram rumores que Jing Chen havia abandonado sua noiva naquele dia. Ele segurou o corpo frio de sua ex-esposa por uma semana inteira, não permitindo que ele fosse enterrado. Jing Chen foi levado ao extremo. Até que um dia, Su Wan passou por ele com dois bebês adoráveis...

(Itong Istoryang ito ay Fiction lamang at maging ang mga tao at lugar dito ngunit kung may pagkakahalintulad man sa totoong lugar at pangalan ng tao sa kasaysayan sa Korea ay nagkataon lamang po dahil sa hilig ko sa panonood ng Historical K-drama. Yun po ang inspirasyon ko sa pagbuo nito.) GOD BLESS YOU ALL!!! Sana magustuhan nyo po ito!

Caelum sempre foi um pária. Ridicularizado, abandonado e traído até pelos que deveriam amá-lo, sua existência foi marcada por dor e solidão. No fundo do poço, ele decidiu encerrar tudo... Mas a morte não foi seu fim. No vazio entre a vida e a morte, uma voz sussurrou: "Acorde, Caelum. Você ainda tem um propósito a cumprir." Diante do desconhecido, Caelum riu, sem emoção. "Propósito? Se até a morte me rejeita, então que seja. Mas desta vez, eu escolho o meu próprio caminho." Agora, renascido em um mundo governado por magia, deuses e criaturas míticas, Caelum se vê forçado a aceitar uma missão impossível. Mas ele não é um herói. Ele não luta por justiça ou redenção. Seu objetivo é um só: alcançar o poder absoluto e destruir qualquer um que tente controlá-lo. Nesta jornada brutal, ele enfrentará traições, segredos antigos e inimigos que desafiam até os deuses. Mas uma coisa é certa—dessa vez, ninguém o fará ajoelhar.

A psychopathic painter grew up learning how to become the best painter in the world. His deadly painting skill earned him the title "Twisted Painter". However, one day, his eyes fell on the princess of a country whom he regarded as the best painting material. Unexpectedly, he also succeeded in his painting and modified the princess into living art, displaying his treasure of the century in public to showcase his talent. What would be the result of his action? His notoriety, which was famous all over the world, became even more widespread and his tale filled the hearts of children with fear, even in the daytime. But death doesn't show mercy on anyone, whether he is the world's best twisted painter. Death knocked on his door. ...... It seems that some big entity wanted him to spread his horrifying deed and his living painting, so he was transmigrated into the Apocalypse world. Licking his lips with a flushed face, his smile stretched from ear to ear. "There is a lot of painting material in this world." "Hahahahhh!" "Now there is no one in this lawless world to restrict me from showing my living painting." From this day, a myth spread in the apocalypse world, "It's better to die by zombies than...." "Shh! Don't mention his name or he will ...." How much mess did he create to fill the world with fear just by his name? Excerpt: "We learned to humiliate others. We learned to show off. We learned to display our superiority. But we forget that we are human. We are prone to making mistakes. So is my art. But don't worry." Pointing his finger toward the man, he slurred while saliva drooling, "With your combination, my art will reach a whole another level," while his face flushed during the whole conversation.

Com a ascensão do vapor e da maquinaria, quem pode se tornar um Beyonder? Envolto na névoa da história e das trevas, quem ou o que é o mal que espreita e sussurra em nossos ouvidos? Acordando para enfrentar uma série de mistérios, Zhou Mingrui se vê reencarnado como Klein Moretti em um mundo alternativo da era vitoriana, onde encontra um mundo cheio de máquinas, canhões, encouraçados, dirigíveis, máquinas diferenciais, bem como Poções, Adivinhações, Magias, Cartas de Tarô, Artefatos Selados… A Luz continua a brilhar, mas o mistério sempre está à espreita. Siga Klein enquanto ele se envolve com as igrejas do mundo — tanto ortodoxas quanto heterodoxas — e desenvolve lentamente novos poderes graças às poções Beyonder. Assim como a carta de tarô correspondente, O Tolo, que é numerada como 0 — um número de potencial ilimitado — esta é a lenda de “O Tolo”.

(WARNING: This story is heavily anime inspired. This story takes inspiration from other stories. I DO NOT take credit for any of their works, or ideas. This story is my own original work of art, but was created with both my ideas, and the inspiration from various anime, video games, and movies. The hope is that if you like my story, then perhaps you may give these other stories a chance as well. I edit my own story, so certain parts may change. As I continue to write, I will begin to notice more and more errors and inconsistencies. Please bare with me, as I am always trying to fix such errors. Thank you for your support) Our story takes place on the planet Sarina, where a major conflict is on the horizon. After overpopulating Earth, the humans had no choice but to move to another planet for extra living capacity. Because of the difference in gravity in the two planets, special living accommodations had to be made. This planet also had vast resources that could be used for technological advances. In addition, the effect of having less gravity made the humans able to think and do more. They began to advance in all sorts of weaponry, AI, and mental capacity. They began to think of endless possibilities, and if everything they knew was really what it seemed to be. With all of these advances, the human race looked to be more prosperous than ever. However, there is always bound to be some sort of conflict among humans. And that conflict came in the form of revolution. Tired from corrupt leaders using their power to make everyone but themselves poor, an uprising group called The Principality of Shirina, staged a violent coup. With promises to lead Sarina with peace, freedom, justice, and security, many followed their way. However, there were some, including the master of Shenrei Densetsu, Master Tazz, who would not stand idle for such a violent coup. When people began to speak out against them, they were violently executed. Believing his master to be dead, The Principality took in Shenrei, and turned him into a Shirinan. During this time, The Principality had done everything they could to stop anything related to the belief of the Sarlen, their only opposition. The Sarlen, a celestial race with a mix of human blood and pre human magic, powers come from the belief that they exist, thus they fade away if nobody is actively believing in them. With nobody left to oppose them, The Principality of Shirina (POS) have been able to rule freely with little opposition. With all of their power and resources, they plan to work on new weaponry and continue to spread their influence of power. With Shenrei as the commanding officer of her military, The “Mistress of Evil” Shirina, believes that she has nothing to worry about. The legend of the ”Violet Shock” has instilled fear into all of those who even dare oppose The Principality. Unbeknownst to them, Shenrei has deep hatred for the entire family, and seeks revenge for the “death” of his master. After hearing of a great power in Wabba City, Lady Shirina sends Shenrei and some soldiers to go on a reconnaissance mission. With Shenrei wanting to indulge in his own ambitions, however, he simply leaves. However, the soldiers become reckless, and do things their own way. Despite the efforts of four friends by the name of Jin, Khan, Sonjo, and Skia’, they are entirely powerless to save Sarina. The Sarlen, up to this point, have been gone for millennia. Ever since The Principality had taken over, their life essence had been constantly waning. With their power regained, the Sarlen look to defend those who had forgotten them. Led by C, Ja’Skaar and Baron Hampton, they have declared war on The Principality. The battle for the fate and future for all of Sarina, has officially begun.

Od wczesnego dzieciństwa Emerald była kształtowana na zabójcę. . Dorastając w mrocznym środowisku, gdzie wszystko, co widzi i zna, to zło i przemoc zasiane w jej umyśle i sercu, że bycie zabójcą to jedyny sposób na przetrwanie. W miarę dojrzewania Emerald nauczyła się akceptować swoje mroczne instynkty i wykorzystywać je na swoją korzyść, stając się potężną siłą, z którą należy się liczyć w jej bezwzględnym świecie. Ale wszystko się zmieniło, gdy poznała rozpieszczoną córkę najpotężniejszego przestępcy w mieście. „Zakazane połączenie, ukryta prawda i przyszłość Emerald wisiała na włosku".

WARNING!!! Heavy Violence, Graphic Imagery, Profanities, Discrimination, Racial Slur, Sexual Content, Offensive Jokes, Triggering Content In a rural area of the Philippines, an old man with his grandson lived peacefully in the wilderness. They managed to survive in a forest swarmed with beasts that could take their life away if they weren't aware of their surroundings. They were very far from the nearest residential village that inhabits people resulting in complete isolation from the rest of the world, well not 'that' isolated. Kaya, which means "The ability or capacity to accomplish things" is a 17-year-old boy who loves nothing more but the thrill of adventure. Despite being surrounded by powerful animals in the wild, he stood his ground as the apex predator and ruled all of the beasts. He'd lunge himself in a pack of hyenas and beat them all up with his iron fist, not to kill them but enough to strike fear into their furry hearts. He'd brawl it out on a troop of gorillas each weighing at least 400-500 pounds of pure muscle. Despite only sizing up in 100-200 pounds, he had enough battle prowess to beat the living shit out of these apes. He'd fought against these animals night and day without tiring himself. Despite being covered in battle scars and wounds, he enjoyed the thrill of fighting and adventure. He wants nothing more but freedom and independence. He wasn't a blockhead, he was smart, well not 'book smart' but intellectually smart. If he was placed in a pinch of a dire situation, he'd think of ways to get out of this predicament. This was not due to his intuition, rather, he was molded by his grandfather to have this type of mindset. Though they lived in seclusion, it didn't mean that they were ignorant not to know that there were also others like him. They had a small library of records of human civilization, but the majority of these books were martial arts manuals. They even have tapes to play on their run-down TV, that worked on solar panels, where they got these solar panels? He had no idea, his old man was stingy about this stuff. After leaving the forest and being introduced to a virtual reality game; Haven of God, he will start his adventure by leaving a trail of his legacy and lots and lots of blood. He will become a legend: A force to be reckoned with.

In a world brimming with dungeons and dragons, Elliot is an ordinary delivery man with an extraordinary job—he navigates perilous dungeons and delivers magical items to adventurers and mystical beings. Armed with his trusty enchanted satchel and a knack for witty commentary, Elliot’s days are filled with dodging goblin attacks, negotiating with grumpy wizards, and handling magical mishaps. As he juggles deliveries and encounters bizarre creatures, Elliot learns that even the simplest tasks can lead to grand adventures. "Dungeon Delivery Service: Leveling Up by Running Errands!" is a heartwarming and humorous journey through a realm where the mundane and the magical blend in delightfully unexpected ways.

“ You just had to go roaming around where you shouldn't have been, Avon. ” Endros seethed, gripping my shirt as he pushed me against the brick wall. My eyes glanced at the dead body and then to my Friend with the blood of the corpse on the ground. “ You. . . What the hell..? ” I mumbled. Endros just chuckled and kissed my cheek gently, making my eyes widen. “ I apologize for what I'm about to do to you now, But then again. . . You've brought this upon yourself. ” With that, I felt a strong sting in my neck. . . Within seconds, I felt my vision turn red and woozy as I collapsed onto the ground. .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   . WARNING :: This book Includes Kidnapping, Slurs, LGBTQ, Murder, Mass Murder, Insanity, Smut ( Sexual Scenes ). You have been warned, Enjoy your read. .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   . This Is Created By IMPERIALSBILL On Wattpad And Posted Originally On WebNovel By NEZUU .

DISCLAIMER :this is a work of fiction names, characters, businesses, places ,events, locale and incidents are either the products of the author imagination or used in a fictitious manner . Any resemble to actual person living or dead ,or actually events is purely coincidental. Hindi po ako perfect pati na rin po ang mga character ko. Please be advised that this story contains error typos, sensitive content, mature themes and strong language that not suitable for very young readers.

Il n’y a ni héritages cachés, ni querelles ancestrales, ni romances interdites dans le monde d’Arthon. Cette saga littéraire se déploie à travers la tapisserie discrète des rencontres tranquilles de la vie. Tandis qu’Arthon parcourt des paysages changeants, il converse avec des voyageurs qui ne portent aucun secret à dévoiler—seulement des pensées simples, du pain partagé, et des réflexions apaisées. Au fil du temps, il affine sa grande vision poétique, découvrant que l’esprit humain s’épanouit non pas dans de grandes révélations, mais dans des espoirs chuchotés et un artisanat patient. Le Voyage Silencieux d’Arthon est une exploration contemplative de ce que signifie persister, écouter, et trouver un sens dans les coins les plus modestes du monde.