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Steve Venom

Dominion of the Virus King!

The world has fallen into chaos. Zombies and mutants roam unchecked in a shattered reality where natural laws have crumbled. Above, malevolent gods gaze down, treating the apocalypse as their personal playground—a merciless arena for survival and evolution. For humanity, it’s the ultimate trial. For the gods and demons, it’s a game of devastation and despair. But Novak, a battle-hardened survivor of decades in this hellish wasteland, is granted an extraordinary second chance. Reborn ten days before the apocalypse begins, he is no longer just a man scrambling to survive. Infected with the zombie virus from the very start, Novak awakens an SSS-level talent: [Virus King.] With mastery over devastating pathogens—the Blacklight Virus, T-Virus, Venom Parasitic Virus, and more—he forges a singular path of evolution, wielding the power to control life and death. Now, Novak must rise above gods, demons, and the horrors of the apocalypse to carve out his destiny. Will he save humanity from destruction or become the harbinger of its ultimate doom? Disclaimer: This story is a work of fan fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents featured in this narrative are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The story may include themes, situations, or language suitable for mature audiences and may not align with canon portrayals. Reader discretion is advised. Author: 鬼神阎罗 Translators: Iamnoob/Novelette_Seeker Ps: The book cover features the main character! Ps: This is a Translation. Raw: 全民末日:我,病毒君王
IamNoob · 197.3K Views

My Villainous Mother is the Feared Lord Fiancée.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, especially when that woman was a mother. Lady Lucinda would do just about anything to keep her adorable little boy out of the clutches of her ex fiance; his apparent father, so it was no suprise when she signed the contract offered by the most feared Lord of their continent . The man rumored to have killed every fiancee sent his way. It takes a devil to know another as she wasn’t surrounded by good rumors either. A witch, a venomous bitch, two faced hag— what names hasn’t she been called . But Lucinda was willing to walk through hell itself if it meant to keep her precious son with her. So signing a contract with the Evil Lord was nothing especially when she already danced with the rumored devil. Fighting through the dictation of society views of being a single mother wasn’t easy, but she now has the alliance of the infamous evil lord . On her journey of vengeance she realized she would not just be fighting the battle of a single mother but the disgusting views imposed on women and the way they should appear. Coupled with fending off her white loctus of a step sis. When their time spent together rekindle the flames of her secret passion stolen by her detrimental family, she just about realize, why not have her revenge in style. even if she has to claw her way to the top of the fashion world, she would drag her hopes and dreams harbored by her child self. Secrets of the past threatened to swallow them all and when enemies from both side bring dangers to her facade of a small happy family. Would she be able to fight the tides of conflict unscathered and will she realized that just maybe her relationship of convenience wasn’t a facade after all... Lady Lucinda: “I don’t know if i should kiss you or stab you”. Lord Silas: “Why not both. The pain adds to the pleasure deliciously”. What to expect; A cute conniving boy child. A villainous mother. A psychopathic Lord. Face slapping, drama, sweet moments, mature content both intimately and gruesome. And so much more. The bookcover art does not belong to me. credit goes to the real owner.
VickyWinter · 229K Views

The Harmony of Hearts

On a noisy night in the city, in a small studio at the corner of the street, soft light illuminated the window surrounded by shimmering piano keys. Inside, behind the elegant keys, a handsome man named Steve sat with intense focus. His sharp features and charming smile exuded a mysterious aura that captivated anyone who looked at him. Steve was not just a piano teacher; he was a maestro in the world of music, with skills that could make hearts race. Every finger that danced over the keys produced melodies capable of transporting listeners to another realm. However, his talent was not the only thing that drew attention. Behind the dazzling notes he played was a captivating charm that made his students, aged 17 and up, shiver whenever he discussed music. One of them was Viona, an 18-year-old girl with dreams of becoming a skilled pianist. With each lesson, Viona felt enchanted by Steve's charisma, and in every piano beat, she experienced the tension between pride in her progress and the shyness that lingered in her heart when interacting with her handsome teacher. In the practice sessions that began with dancing piano keys, there was more than just music lessons hidden between them. A story involving love, dreams, and vulnerability, where each melody could open a window into their souls, and each session became more than just notes — but also a step toward something deeper. Steve and Viona would come to realize that sometimes, the most beautiful melodies are not the ones played on stage, but those that resonate in their hearts...
Aurora_Yoon_02 · 619 Views

A second chance with my billionaire husband

Ji Yunya died at eighteen, was reborn, and returned from Hell as a devil. * Everyone said that the Ji Family's girl was gentle and graceful, beautiful and smart, elegant and refined, with a heart as delicate as an orchid and scholarship as impressive as her manners; she truly lived up to her reputation as the top socialite. "Ji Yunya, you’re nothing but a devil, how can there be someone as terrifying as you existing in this world? You black-hearted and corrupt wench, why don’t you just die..." The adopted daughter of her grandmother wished she could drink her blood and feast on her flesh. Because I've already died, haha, you're right, I’m a wicked ghost who crawled up from Hell. In my past life, I made a wedding dress for you, this life, I intend to take back everything that belongs to me, and by the way, crush you ruthlessly into the mud. "I should have strangled you the moment you were born, because you simply don’t deserve to live in this world, your blood is the filthiest thing on this planet…" Her biological father incessantly thought about how to kill her. Because my existence is the biggest shame in my father's life, but what can I do? I couldn’t choose where I was born, but I can choose how to live. Like a nail, I’ll be fiercely hammered into your heart. If I’m filthy, then what does that make you, the creator of me? "You're a freak, I'm going to call the police and have them lock you up in a mental hospital..." A little friend was filled with righteous indignation after accidentally seeing her true self. Shush, truly clever people know better than to speak out, because I can’t resist silencing them...permanently! My father is hypocritical, my grandmother feigns virtue, the mistress is venomous, and even her sister is courting death. Come one, come all, let’s settle our accounts, past and present! She's a noble socialite praised by everyone, a study goddess with off-the-charts intelligence, the ultimate idol with beauty and talent, a medical genius with a cool and wise mind… Her perfect acting could fool the whole world, yet those who hate her most know the truth—she is black-hearted, hypocritical, selfish, domineering, and madly obsessive. Look, this is the real her. * Yan Song, the son of the mayor, poised and majestic, with an impressive and stunning presence, he is the dreamy youth every girl hides in her heart, as beautiful as jade and as fierce as the scorching sun. In public, he’s dashing and charming, in private, he’s cutting and sarcastic, arrogant and wild. A slam dunk photo of him from the basketball court went viral online, and netizens hailed him as the National School Hunk. Countless fans drooled over the only blurry photo of him available, calling him "hubby" with unrestrained joy. One day, the typically mysterious and low-key National School Hunk suddenly registered a Weibo account, and instantly masses of fans rushed there. ——I’m just here to say that I’m engaged and have a childhood sweetheart for a fiancée, so stop calling me your "hubby." It's reserved for her, and if you upset her, then I won’t be happy either. And if I’m not happy, no one will be. The fans refused to accept this, wailing, how could their idol already have a fiancée? And he’s so in love with her, that's just way too domineering... Ji Yunya: That's right, I am domineering. If you want to be my man, you have to be clean from top to bottom, inside and out, from your body to your name, even every strand of your hair must belong only to me. Otherwise, I won't be able to resist destroying it... Yan Song: My wife's obsession with cleanliness is incurable… But, I like it! From then on, a saying circulated in Jiangzhou, Master Yan dotes on his wife above all else. You can provoke anyone but Lady Yan, or else Master Yan will teach you how to be a person all over again in minutes. 1 vs 1, the tone of this work is pampering, pampering, pampering, written by someone with a fastidious streak, you get it, if you like it please bookmark it.
Su Muzheyue · 336.4K Views

The Animagus: From Hunter to Monster

There came a sudden ravage by monstrous creatures in a civilian world, leaving humanity's hope to lurk in shadows. Hunters, trained in special schools, wield potential and abilities that enabled them keep the beasts at bay. For Buji, life’s difficulties stem not from being an orphan, but from relentless bullying. Nicknamed “the weakling,” he detests the label but bears it forcefully since he could do nothing. When he transfers to a new school to join his foster sister, Buji thought things would be different. But, during the Awakening Ceremony of the school, he find out a shocking truth: he's was going to be an S-Rank hunter without a talent. Awakening no talent only added more difficulty to his life struggle as he was branded an outcast. On the verge of death during his first raid, Buji awakens an enigmatic system. [Host Found] [Survival due to inheritance] [Congrats, you have gained the status of a 'player'.] [The player, upon leveling up will awaken a potent monster] [Class: Animagus | Type: Snake | Aspect: Venom] [Do you accept?] Given the choice to embrace a monstrous path, Buji seizes it with unyielding resolve. 'If becoming a monster is my only path to strength, I’ll take it—and the world will regret casting me aside. Fighting against these hunters was going to be a job, but imagine a world where I had control over monsters, had my own monster kingdom, and becoming the strongest of all. Stepping on these hunters won’t be a deal anyway.' "Yes!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Follow me through to wander the path of this novel. Join my discord link: https://discord.gg/AkmDQUmWx3
Simma_boi · 125.7K Views

THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!

Angel Johnson was a waitress struggling to make ends meet when an unexpected contract with Tryson Bliss, one of City Y's most powerful and ruthless billionaires, changed everything. Tryson needed a fiancée to appease his demanding family, and Angel, desperate for money and a way out of her humdrum life, agreed to play the part. What began as a calculated arrangement soon evolved into something neither of them expected—an intense and forbidden connection. But when Tryson's family uncovers Angel's true motives, they cast her out with venomous disdain. Humiliated and heartbroken, Angel's last hope is confronting Tryson. But instead of an apology or a chance at redemption, she finds herself shattered when he declares that he has chosen his first love, Riley, the woman he was preparing to marry. Devastated and with only her pride left, Angel walks away, determined to rebuild her life alone. Two months later, Angel is lost in the pulse of the music at a dark, crowded bar, seeking refuge in anonymity. A hand seizes her from behind, and her breath catches as she turns to face the man she can't forget—Tryson. His eyes, once cold and calculating, are now stormy with raw emotion, and he pulls her into his orbit, holding out the contract she once signed.  "We haven't finished our work, Angel. The contract says you have a year left to be my fiancée. Don't tell me you're planning on breaching it now." With no choice but to comply, Angel moves back into the house that once rejected her. But to her surprise, the family she once loathed now welcomes her with unexpected warmth and kindness. As she navigates this unsettling shift, Angel is left to wonder—what has changed, and why? What secrets do they hide that could alter everything she thought she knew about Tryson and his family? And as Angel's heart begins to thaw, she's confronted with the hardest question of all: Can she keep the secrets she's hidden from Tryson? And will Tryson fight for her love a second time, despite everything that has come between them?
Favour_9_Olajide · 11K Views

Shadoww

Hi, I’m Liam Remmick, and this is the story of how I killed my father, Steve Nazar—a total douche bag. If you’re gonna listen, I better start from the beginning. Don’t worry about spoilers; I don’t care if I ruin a thing or two. My mom, Shayla Remmick, left me at a young age, and I’ve been fending for myself ever since. She died when I was ten, so yeah, you can guess the rest. Unlike other kids with amazing dads, mine’s an absolute asshole. He fucked my mom, rejected her when she got pregnant, and then tried to eliminate us. Nice guy, right? Mom died protecting me from his assassins. Father of the year. After her death, I bounced between foster homes until they got tired of me. Now, I live in a cave with bats instead of cockroaches—it’s a win, right? I’ve learned to handle them. When I’m not eating bat meat, I hunt for mushrooms, snails, and wild boars—though I’ve only caught broken bones so far. Don’t judge me; I’m an eleven-year-old living alone. ……………………………..✍️ A blond-haired man in his fifties stands combat-ready, wielding a sword against a grey-haired man. The grey-haired man, Seth, has a one-bladed scythe floating beside him. “Each time we do this, you’re always the one on the ground. Don’t you think you should give up?” Seth asks, smirking. “This time will be different. I’ll wipe that smirk off your face, Seth,” Steve replies. Their blades clash, sparks flying as they exchange blows. “You’re still as reckless as ever, Steve,” Seth says, dodging a wild swing. “And you’re still as arrogant,” Steve retorts, landing a kick that Seth barely blocks. The two combatants dance across the battlefield, their movements lightning-fast. Seth summons a swirling vortex of shadows, attempting to ensnare Steve. But Steve counters with his “Ten Thousand Swords” technique, unleashing a barrage of sword strikes that shred the shadows. Seth leaps back, avoiding the attacks by mere inches. “You’ve improved.” Steve sneers. “Not enough to take you down?” Seth smiles grimly. “We’ll see.” With a swift gesture, Seth unleashes a wave of dark energy. Steve counters with his sword, channeling a burst of light energy. The two forces collide, unleashing a shockwave that shakes the ground. Their battle rages on, neither warrior yielding. …………………………….. ✍️ Welcome back. This story isn’t about them; it’s about me. You’ll meet them soon enough. So, do I have your attention? Good! Isn’t this a story you want to see to the end? Let’s begin. Oh, and this story’s called Shadow.
Chime_Chinonso_ · 10K Views

The last demon hunters - (Moved to a new link)

Title: "The Last Demon Hunters" Synopsis: In the secluded village of Eldoria, Alaric's life takes a dramatic turn when he wakes to find an ancient mark on his skin, revealing his destiny as the last in a line of demon hunters. As Eldoria teeters on the brink of an otherworldly threat, Alaric, guided by cryptic dreams and the sage Seraphina, sets out on a quest to uncover his lineage's secrets. Immersed in rigorous training alongside a band of scarred allies, each haunted by their encounters with demons, Alaric discovers the existence of an ancient artifact pivotal in sealing a demonic rift. The journey becomes a test of bonds and loyalties as the demon hunters confront not only supernatural adversaries but also the fractures within their camaraderie. As the group ventures through treacherous landscapes and faces enigmatic beings guarding the coveted artifact, they become entangled in a realm twisted by ancient curses. Betrayal weaves its insidious veil among the demon hunters, and a sinister force manipulates from the shadows, turning allies into adversaries. With the Veil of the Eclipse approaching—an event foretelling the demons' unrestrained fury—the demon hunters race against time. Alaric's determination and the group's resilience are put to the ultimate test in a journey that transcends the physical, revealing the profound odyssey of self-discovery, sacrifice, and the enduring strength of the human spirit in the face of encroaching darkness. "The Last Demon Hunters" is an enthralling tale that weaves together destiny, betrayal, and the indomitable will to defy the shadows threatening to engulf Eldoria. As Alaric emerges as a beacon of hope, the story unfolds as a testament to the enduring power of humanity against the forces of darkness.
Steve_6672 · 31K Views

The Mistress Is Reborn As The Fiancée

The jeers followed her like a persistent shadow. "Murderer!" the crowd screamed, their faces contorted in a grotesque parody of the adoration she once commanded. Just months ago, they had screamed her name, their voices a deafening roar as she shimmied across the stage, a beacon of light and pop perfection. Now, their cheers had morphed into venomous hisses, their eyes burning with a hatred that chilled her to the bone. Noelle clutched her lawyer's arm, his face a mask of grim determination. The cameras flashed, capturing her every move, every tremor of fear. The headlines screamed: "Pop Princess Plummets: Noelle Accused of Murder." The irony wasn't lost on her. Her life, once a carefully constructed fairytale of fame and fortune, had become a grotesque tragedy. The trial was a circus. The whispers, the sneers, the relentless scrutiny – it was a constant assault on her senses. Her once loyal fans, the ones who'd plastered her face on their bedroom walls, now reveled in her downfall. They devoured every salacious detail, every whispered accusation, every tear she dared to shed. The verdict was a foregone conclusion. Guilty. Noelle watched the judge pronounce the sentence, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief and despair. Death by lethal injection. ‘At least they did not give me the electric chair’ she thought to herself in a poor attempt at humor. * Months later, a solitary figure knelt at her grave, the wind whipping at his hair. Rain lashed down, mirroring the tears that streamed down his face. "I'm sorry, Areum," he sobbed, his voice hoarse with grief. "I'm so sorry I was too late." He clutched a single, wilted rose, its petals stained crimson, a poignant reminder of the life that had been brutally extinguished. * Noelle is a bright star who has the world at her feet, she feels no guilt about being the other woman coming between a husband and his wife. After all, Evan had been in love with her since they were teenagers. The only reason he married Ma-Ri was because his family demanded it, if he had a choice he would surely have picked her… When she gets wrongfully accused of murdering Ma-Ri, she loses everything and is sentenced to death, everyone including Evan turn against her and she is left to die a miserable death. She is reborn and this time she faces the humiliation of being the woman who is being cheated on. She is determined to end the cycle and not let the future she had seen come to pass, she decides to step out of the picture and focus on her career. In doing so, everything changes, Evan clings to her and refuses to let her go, a mysterious stranger who has been studying her also steps in and decides to fight for a chance to be with her.
SukieWrites · 4.9K Views

Mafia Captured

"You're already the mother of my four children," Arsalan chuckled, "and you're about to bring another one into this world. And you say I wasn't romantic?" Sahira stared at him with scornful eyes. "If you want to know how romantic you were," she said, her voice laced with venom, "then listen..." She recounted her experiences in such a poisonous tone that Arsalan's cheeks flushed to his ears. "And if you want to hear about all the things you did to me..." Arsalan's playful demeanor evaporated. He released her wrist, and Sahira wriggled away from him. Arsalan's gaze fell to the ground. "Was I that bad?" "You're far worse than bad, Arsalan. This act of amnesia you're putting on - you could fool the entire world with it. But not me. I've seen your masterful acting before. But I'm not going to fall for your deception anymore, Arsalan Ansari." Sahira was about to turn and walk away when Arsalan's voice reached her from behind. "Hira...can't you forgive me? I don't remember anything about my past. I don't remember anything about who I was, what I did... Please believe me. Forgive me." For a moment, Sahira's heart wavered. Her feet remained rooted to the spot. She turned to face him, her eyes filled with doubt. "Very well. What a splendid performance, Arsalan. You should win an Oscar," she said sarcastically, and walked away. Arsalan let out a deep sigh and stood there, alone. -------- Arsalan Ansari, the ruthless mafia kingpin, operates on a cold, calculated smile. But a glimpse of vulnerability cracks his icy facade. Has amnesia truly buried his past - a past rife with vengeance and betrayal - or is this a masterfully crafted ploy to outmaneuver his enemies? As the line between truth and manipulation blurs, one thing remains certain: underestimating Arsalan Ansari could be your deadliest mistake.
FarzanaTutul · 10.5K Views

Love Is But A Chance.

"No one falls in love by choice, it is by chance. No one stays in love by chance, it is by work. And no one falls out of love by chance, it is by choice." **** The air was heavy with tension as Delilah's voice trembled, "Let go of me, you monster!" Tears streamed down her face, her beautiful eyes red-rimmed from crying. But it was the look in Harrison's eyes that chilled her to the bone - an abyss of coldness, ruthless and unyielding. " Never!" He hissed, his voice dripping resolute venom. *** When childhood sweethearts were torn apart after Su Zhe Jin, Harrison Su moved away, Delilah was left shattered. Her family planned to relocate years later, but fate had other plans. A terrorist attack changed everything, and Delilah's life was forever altered. After a term of chaos, Delilah found solace in Fulfilled Dreams High School in D City. But little did she know, her life was about to take another dramatic turn. A mysterious box hidden in the attic of her home held secrets that could upend her view of the world. As Delilah navigated love, loss, pain, betrayal, and lots more; Harrison's once-again return ignited a firestorm of emotions. For their reunion is a little complicated. Delilah's family is hiding secrets, and a shocking revelation, forcing her into a desperate engagement with another man. Harrison's jealousy ignites, threatening to destroy them both. Will their love survive the lies, betrayal, and secrets that surround them? «««««««♦»»»»»»» Author's Note: This story begins with Delilah and Harrison's early lives, tracing their journey from the innocence of high school to heartbreak, and ultimately, to the moment when their paths collide once more. Join me on this emotional rollercoaster as we delve into the complexities of love, family, and identity. I hope you stay with me as the story began to unfolds. Remember to leave your honest reviews, this humble author is ready to listen to your thoughts. ♥ midsummer07.
Midsummer07 · 100.1K Views

Techno-Heretic

Eli is an ancient man sentenced to death for the crime of surpassing the sacred number of 32.8, which is the allowed percentage of increased mental ability from the use of AI chips. As he journeys through death and into a world of fantasy and magic, he finds himself approaching never before seen heights of magical power and ability. Powers that will shape the world and would see him go down in legends for generations ever after. But just because someone acquires magical abilities, that doesn't mean magic is suddenly the most important thing in their life. Some people aren't looking to be all-powerful gods, have the world bow at their feet, or spend their days obsessing over accumulating ever more power. Some people just want acceptance, stability, and the warmth of their loved ones to drive away the cold loneliness of the night. And in a world where magic is the bedrock of society, where magic is what determines who is preferred for siring children, where people with high magical ability are destined to live in great luxury and those without magic simply live to make due, this difference in values and perspective could not have a starker contrast. As Eli and the people around him navigate the misconceptions and deceptions of this world, he will represent a great and magnificent future for the human race. One where humanity will stand above the elves, dwarves, orcs, fairies, and all the horrors of the world. Sadly, men's tools are as fallible as the people who make them, and in a society where the potential of an individual is determined solely through their magical level, this seed of promise may yet turn venomous. This book is now available on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08N3K5D4G Discord server: https://discord.gg/wP5ehQjeFz
garrick_skalnor · 466.5K 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 · 699.6K Views
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