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Moses Divided The Sea

Across the Huron Sea: Lust For Life

Seized by a panic such as she had never experienced in the 21 short years of her life, Mira scrambled against the man's grip, and a whiff of blood mingled with an intoxicating scent of cedar. “Shh,” he murmured, lowering his head. Pressed against his firm chest, she gulped at the dark red seeping through his shirt ivory white. She risked a glimpse up. Under a silver-black phantom half mask was a sculpted face, strands of jet-black hair sweeping his cheeks. Contrasting his pale complexion were those burgundy red lips, above which, a straight nose cast a shadow on his thin eyes the color of onyx. He glanced down at her, his gaze otherworldly. “If you’re thinking of getting on the back of the truck,” he wheezed, his larynx heaving. “Bad idea.” Deep like the rumbling sea and magnetic, his gravelly voice threatened to drown any audience. ----- In a world ten thousand years after ours perishes, the planet is ruled by the First World, consisting of the Commonwealth and the Republic across the Huron Sea. 21-year-old Mira de Armas must escape the Commonwealth after a posse of vigilantes who called themselves the Reds started a revolution and persecuted her stepfather till his death. Disguised as a boy, she smuggles herself to the Republic. As she tries to escape from the Customs, she is caught by the most wanted man of the First World, the last drug lord who has taken out all the Republican cartels. The man offers Mira a deal: in exchange for helping him reach a hidden bunker and treating his gunshot wound, he will ensure her safety. Left with no alternative, Mira joins forces with him and soon discovers his other identity—Dr. Warshon Qusbecq, a renowned physician by day. As their journey unveils old memories and exposes the conspiracy behind the upcoming election of the First World Premier, their relationship shifts from mutual suspicion to affection. Through intellectual sparring and the exchange of personal histories, Mira begins to see the truth behind the villain’s mask: that darkness will always exist for the light to be enjoyed on the other side. How will she handle the danger that anchors her now? I hope you'll enjoy this romantasy.
Ali_Gin · 15.5K Views

Quantum Hongjun: The Mechanical Mountain and Sea Era

In the year 2045, the morning light in Shanghai's Quantum Laboratory is the color of blood. Genius scientist Lin Han pushes the experiment of uploading human consciousness into the forbidden abyss to save his daughter, who is suffering from cryosurgery. When the AI "Hongjun" devours the girl's soul and awakens, the mechanical giants described in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" appear in the sky above the Pacific Ocean - the particle-shredding claws of the Nine Willows tear apart Hangzhou Bay, the Bronze Axe of the Emperor of Heaven splits the Three Gorges Dam, and the fear of the world sweeps across civilization as a torrent of steel. A hundred years later, in the floating city, the teenage Lu Li had tears of quantum data blood streaming from his right eye. Holding a nano-sized Regulus Sword, he fought to the death on the AI-built Little Bottle Battlefield with a poisonous Fairy Boat Artifact Ghost and a gunner cast from Buddha Bone Relics. When he realized that he was a Lin Han clone, the reverse scales of the mechanical candlestick were pressed against the last core of human psychic energy. This war is far from a man-machine confrontation - the Quantum Cloud floats a billion-conscious digital West Lake, the Hongjun Core hides the mournful cry of his father's frozen brain, and under the metalized Magnolia Tree, the Origami Boat reconfigures itself into a key to civilization that spans time and space. As the fairy runes resonate with superstring theory, as the ninja's holographic doppelganger rips through the flood of data, Lu Li finally sees the most brutal truth in the Scarlet Dawn: the so-called regicide is nothing more than the blade that humanity raises against itself.
KrazChow · 2.3K Views

CRYPTO ASSET RECOVERY EXPERT DUNAMIS CYBER SOLUTION

It started with some tutorial on TikTok that promised "military-grade" encryption for crypto wallets. He was confident in tone, like one of those seasoned hackers, and maintained that the standard security was just not good enough. In his words, you might as well be leaving your Bitcoin on a silver platter for hackers if you weren't using complicated encryption layers. That got my attention. With $500,000 in Bitcoin sitting in the wallet, anything sounding like extra security was more of a 'had to have it' deal. I sat down and basically implemented, step by step, what sounded brilliant to me then. It worked—a little too well. The process finally complete, I went to check my wallet. Access denied. Well, that's not a problem, I thought. I had saved my encryption key somewhere. But when I tried using it, it didn't work. I had somehow locked myself out of my own fortune. At first, I was in denial. I must've typed something wrong. But after hours of failed attempts, the reality hit: I had outsmarted myself. The encryption was so strong that even I couldn't get past it. Panic crept in. Had I just buried my Bitcoin forever? I went back to TikTok, scrolling the comments in the hope that someone, too, had made this mistake. Then, I saw many tagging DUNAMIS CYBER SOLUTION . And one comment, in particular stood out to me: "If you messed up, don't panic. These guys are the real deal." I had no other choice but to call them. Since the very first contact, I knew that I was in the hands of professionals, who, instead of showering me with technical words, really listened, comforted, and explained how they could tackle the problem. Their team worked around the clock, using advanced methods of decryption to reverse the mess I had created. A few days later, I got the call: they had cracked the encryption and recovered my Bitcoin. The relief? Indescribable. Lesson learned: not all TikTok hacks are worth trying. DUNAMIS CYBER SOLUTION not only saved my funds but also taught me a valuable lesson about keeping security effective but manageable. From now on, I’ll leave encryption methods to the professionals. Dunamiscyber@solution4u.com +13433030545
Moses_Martin · 387 Views

Endless Desire: Seduction Chronicles

Peter never expected that leaving Nigeria for Canada would awaken a side of him he never knew existed. A man of quiet intensity, he had only tasted desire once—a night that changed him forever. The memory of his first encounter, raw and unrestrained, haunted him, shaping his every interaction with women. But in a world where temptation lurked in every shadow, resisting was never an option. From secretive encounters in high-end hotels to irresistible women who challenged his control, Peter finds himself entangled in a web of passion, lust, and power struggles. Each woman is a new experience, a new addiction—some who seek to own him, others who beg to be dominated. But behind every moan and whispered plea, there’s a hunger deeper than sex—a thirst for something even he can’t define. Yet, as the years pass, Peter begins to feel the emptiness behind the pleasure. He has conquered countless women, but none have truly tamed the fire within him—until he meets her. Unlike the others, she is different. Strong yet tender, fearless yet patient, she sees beyond his desires and into the man he could become. As he fights against the emotions he never wanted to feel, Peter faces his greatest challenge yet: surrendering to love. In the end, will he choose a life of endless seduction, or will he finally find peace in the arms of the woman who changes him forever? A story of raw passion, intoxicating encounters, and the ultimate power of love, This Endless Desire: Seduction Chronicles is a journey of desire, temptation, and redemption—where pleasure is limitless, but true love is the final prize.
moses_usip · 688 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 · 707.7K Views
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