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The light of dawn lingers just beyond reach, the fading glow of the setting sun long replaced by darkness. In the mist-shrouded city, hidden within the shadows of ancient churches, veins clinging to cracked walls, the gnawing sounds from the sewers, and the whispering figures that lurk in the dark… A lantern-bearer walks alone through it all.

"Football isn't just a game"—it's life. For 16-year-old David Jones, football is more than a sport; it's an escape, a calling, and the only thing that makes sense in a world full of challenges. The electric thrill of scoring a last-minute winner, the roar of the crowd—it’s the closest thing to freedom he knows. But David's journey is far from simple. Blessed with extraordinary talent yet burdened by fiery anger, he’s fighting battles on and off the pitch. Growing up as the son of a Nigerian immigrant and a British mother, David navigates the pressures of cultural expectations, the weight of his own ambitions, and the scrutiny of a sport that demands perfection. Passion drives him forward, but his temper holds him back. Can he channel his emotions and prove himself worthy of being football's next big star? David Jones: The Next big thing is a gripping coming-of-age story about resilience, identity, and the unrelenting pursuit of dreams. Disclaimer: This work is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All trademarks, brand names, and other proprietary rights mentioned or depicted are the property of their respective owners and are used for illustrative purposes only. This work is not affiliated with or endorsed by any brand, company, or individual mentioned. All rights reserved to their respective owners.

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

"Strip." The command was sharp, laced with authority, cutting through the silence like the crack of a whip. The deep timbre of Dimitri's voice sent a shiver down the spines of the gathered women. They had learned quickly in the past two days, obedience meant survival. At his order, they bowed their heads, hands trembling as they peeled away the thin, tattered fabric that barely shielded them from humiliation. But one of them did not move. She stood frozen in place promting Dimitri's eyes narrow. _________ Born in a world of deception, Princess Sorayah Drakon was forced to live as a prince, hiding her gender and her unique gifts. She can heal wounds, command the elements, disguise as someone else or animals, manipulate dreams, creates powerful illusions, and ability to wield strength no other human possesses. Feeling trapped, she sheds her false identity under the cover of night to dress as a woman. One fateful night, during one of these secret escapades, she met Lupien Nightshade, the crown prince of the werewolves! It was love at first sight. But love soon turns into tragedy when Lupien kills her father, throwing the human kingdom into chaos. Humans were captured as slaves and Sorayah became one of them. She swore revenge, wanting to get close to Lupien to kill him but before she could, she was claimed by Dimitri Nightshade, Lupien's uncle! When she realized their interests aligned, Sorayah sought to gain his trust and use him as a weapon. Two enemies. One kingdom. A shared thirst for destruction. But there was something else. Something Sorayah hadn't planned for. Dimitri Nightshade was irresistible. She hated him so much she wanted to carve his heart out with her bare hands but she couldn't deny the way he made her burn with passion. Will Soraya be able to bend him to her will? Or will she be trapped in his claws forever?

Cuando la pura flor de loto la provocó, ella la abofeteó al instante —No es más que un par de zapatos desgastados. Si los quieres tan desesperadamente, tómalos y úsalos. El Presidente Jones irrumpió con una cara descarada —Esposa, aunque sean zapatos desgastados, solo dejaría que tú los llevaras. ¡Lárgate! ... 【Un hombre, una mujer】Hace cuatro años, ella se fue furiosa con el bollito en el horno. Cuatro años más tarde —Tío, he notado que tu cara tiene un aspecto sombrío, parece que tienes demasiado calor en el hígado. Es obvio que te falta una esposa. ¿Quieres conocer a mi mami? El presidente, que se mantenía alejado de las mujeres, observando a su mini-yo, intensificó su mirada. Inmediatamente empacó a la madre y al hijo, y los llevó de vuelta a casa, los mimó hasta el punto de molestar a todos. Alguien preguntó —Presidente Jones, ¿no es esto un poco irrazonable? El presidente sonrió con frialdad —¿Esperas que sea razonable al complacer a mi esposa? Esta es una historia sobre un Presidente Jones dominante y autoritario, y desmesurado en mimar a su esposa.

At dawn. The light of dawn lingered, hesitant to arrive, while the remnants of the setting sun had long faded into darkness. Within the city shrouded in thin mist, the hidden churches in the shadows, veins clinging to the cracks in walls, the gnawing sounds echoing from the sewers, and the murmuring shadows... A lantern bearer strolled forward.

Roen Kast was an architect crushed by his own blueprints—until he woke up in the Crack Void Era, a fractured world of floating islands and ruthless lords. Exiled as a waste by his noble family to the desolate Gray Mist Island, he’s got 72 hours before the rock collapses under his feet. Armed with a crumbling watchtower and a mysterious SSS-Grade Castle Evolution System, Roen vows to turn his exile into an empire. Absorbing island cores to evolve his castle, converting enemies into loyal guards at the cost of his own will, he’ll claw his way up from nothing. With a bug-phobic mercenary, a snarky noblewoman, and a cunning ex-saintess by his side, Roen faces wolves, knights, and a god pulling strings from the void. In a world where power is built brick by brick, he’ll either rise as the Crack Void’s master—or crumble with it.

Trust without question, obey without doubt, look do not see. In this world of infinite books, Teller is one of the hundreds of millions of people who were born and raised under these words. Once given his position of librarian, an overseer and protector of the books and worlds in the infinite library, Teller is flung into adventure after adventure, jumping from world to world as his steel-plated image of the High Council and the library itself start to crack with doubt.

At Seonghwa Girls’ Academy, ambition is everything, and Yoon Saehwa stands at the top—brilliant, untouchable, and feared. Beneath her cold perfection lies something far more relentless, the need to control, to own, to never lose. But in a world where law is both a game and a weapon, even the most unshakable foundations begin to crack. -- updates: saturday-sunday kyoani cover is not mine

"Who here hasn't answered yet?" the teacher smiles crookedly, lounging languidly on his chair. "Oh yeah, how could I forget about you? Ms. Martin, to the blackboard!" "How you've fucked me up, Mr. Gilbert!", I lazily rise from my seat, casting an irritated glance at him. "In every sense of the word!"

Ethan Jones is your normal college dropout who has to work several jobs just to make rent. Until one fateful slip changes his life forever. (I am a new writer and I am not really good at doing Synopsis and this was the best I could come up with, also there will probably be spelling mistakes I missed so I ask that you please be patient with me)

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The Aristocracy Dominates the World, While Military Bandits Split the Land. In the North, a young man raises his sword and cracks his whip, riding across the mountains and rivers, determined to carve a path for the common people of the world. I had no intention to hunt the deer, but seeing the suffering of the people, I will fight, and fight until I become unmatched in the Eight Directions! [----------------------------------------------------] Love this translation? Support me on Patreon for early access, exclusive content, and more! Your support keeps the translations coming—subscribe today! Join me on Patreon: Patreon.com/flokixy

Two months ago, I found myself deeply involved in what I thought was a promising investment opportunity. I was excited and optimistic about the potential returns. Unfortunately, my enthusiasm quickly turned to despair when I discovered that the investment company I had trusted was nothing more than a sophisticated scam. Initially, everything seemed legitimate. The company was well-organized, its website looked professional, and the brokers were persuasive. I invested a significant amount—AUD 45,000 in Bitcoin—believing it was a wise decision. I was confident that my investment would yield substantial returns. However, things began to unravel when I requested a withdrawal of my profits. At first, everything seemed normal. I filled out the necessary forms and anticipated receiving my returns. To my dismay, the company started asking for additional fees and commissions before processing my withdrawal. I was skeptical and hesitant but eventually paid the requested amounts, hoping it would resolve the situation. Unfortunately, the demands didn’t stop there. The company continued to come up with new excuses and additional charges, trying to extract even more money from me. Despite my growing frustration, I initially tried to comply, believing it was the only way to recover my investment. However, when they started inventing even more fees and excuses, I decided enough was enough. I refused to pay any more money, standing firm on my decision not to send another dime until I received my initial investment and profits. As time went on, the broker who had initially introduced me to this company stopped responding to my messages. Despite my repeated attempts to reach out, my messages were read but never replied to. It became clear that I had been completely cut off and left in the dark. Desperate for a solution, I began searching for help online. That’s when I came across Hack Buster Recovery. I was skeptical at first, having been duped once already, but I needed to try anything to recover my investment. After reaching out to Hack Buster Recovery, I was surprised to find them professional and dedicated to their work.

Jacque Washington is a high school phenomenon is on the verge of uplifting his whole community.

One moment, he was a modern man on Earth. The next, he found himself surrounded by a tribe of fluffy, clueless werewolves—so poor they couldn’t even afford proper clothes! Looking up at the sky, he nearly broke down. Live like a savage? Eat raw meat? No way! With no other choice, he grabbed a whip, took a deep breath, and pointed at the wide-eyed furballs: "Work, all of you!" From that moment, a legend was born—the mastermind, the dark emperor, the one and only ruler of the Super Werewolves!

She is energetic, He is quiet She is soft and caring whereas he is cold and rude she is the smart girl and he is the bad boy Both Hate each other What happens when an incidents brings them closer??????????????? Ava Jones and Xavier Knight

THIS IS A WORLD OF DANGER . THE DAY WHEN REALITY CHANGED . IT STARTED AFTER A CRACK APPEARED ON EARTH AND MANA STARTED TO LEAK FROM IT . IT LED TO THE CREATION OF DUNGEONS AND SUPERHUMANS KNOWN AS "HUNTERS"

Shirley investigates the world and solves mysteries everywhere. She questions the suspects, examines the clues, follows every lead she has, and stops the person or persons behind the case when she cracks the case. Later, she teams up with a girl named Diane Walker, who helps her solve cases.

**"Leave me alone! Please, just let me go!"** My voice cracked as I thrashed in his iron grip, but it was useless. He scooped me up effortlessly, his hold unyielding, carrying me off to a fate I couldn’t escape. This can’t be happening. Not now. Not like this. "I don’t want this," I whispered, my voice raw with terror. "Please… just let me go." My pleas barely reached his ears, or if they did, he didn’t care. His silence was louder than any threat, his indifference a dagger to my chest. A heartbeat later, my body hit the softness of a king-sized bed, but there was no comfort in it. My tears had nearly dried, leaving only silent sobs wracking my frame. I forced myself to speak, desperation lacing every syllable. "Luciano, please," I choked out. "If I’ve wronged you in any way, I’m sorry. But don’t punish me like this." A deafening crack split the air, and before I could react, fire exploded across my cheek. The force of the slap sent my head whipping to the side, my skin stinging from the brutal contact. The room pulsed with danger. **"No one calls me by my name,"** he growled, his voice like crushed glass—sharp, merciless. **"And no one tells me what to do."** His fingers curled under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Cold, dark, and bottomless, his eyes held no mercy, no hesitation. "You will warm my bed," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft, laced with cruel intent. "You will satisfy my every craving, no matter how disastrous, no matter how dark." A wicked smirk ghosted over his lips, his grip tightening. "Because you are mine to break. And no one stops me." He leaned in, his breath fanning against my trembling lips. "Now… come here." --- Story by white pheonix

1660, London. A city plagued by vice and secrets, where shadows whisper to the living. Elias Varnheim, a young scholar, thought he could find refuge in reason and science. But when a strange manuscript falls into his hands, the fragile veil of reality begins to crack. When stories come to life, silence becomes the omen of the end.

just a lil sum my boo whipped up for me to read. I need feed back tbh

Dachii Jones is a crippled young boy, living with his mother and brother in the nation of Estrium. One day, his mother loses her job and Dachii’s family is forced to move in with their grandfather, Morino, who’s always been a mystery to Dachii since the day he was born. But Morino’s homeland, the Unknown Side, opposite to Estrium, holds dangerous secrets, along with age-old abilities, powerful beings, and deadly conflicts that will test Dachii and the world itself.

Ray's world narrowed to the searing pain as the whip cracked against his back. He sat in the darkness of his jail cell, hands tied together with heavy chains. His older brother, fueled by rage, stood over him, the whip raised for another strike. "You're useless, Ray!" his brother spat. "If you hadn't been born, I wouldn't have lost the Battle of Terrestria! You're a curse, a plague on our family!" Ray's mind recoiled in confusion. What was his brother talking about? He hadn't even been there... wherever "there" was. He didn't know what the Battle of Terrestria was or why it mattered. The only thing he knew was pain. As the whip cracked again, Ray's thoughts dissolved into a haze of agony and hatred. He was consumed by a burning desire for revenge against those who wronged him. Against his family, who treated him like trash. Against the world, which seemed determined to crush him. But Ray's story is far from over. As he found an ancient, mysterious tome hidden away in the depths of his prison. The book's yellowed pages held secrets that would change Ray's fate forever. As he dives into the book, he may be dragged on a path to ruin or greatness... a path that would lead him to be a teacher, a conqueror, a leader, a general, a soldier, a protector... a path that will make him the most sought-after man in the entire... well, we'll get to that later

'You have been selected'. With those words, he would find himself pulled from the crack of gunfire, and the stench of gunpowder. Thrust into a world not his own, John struggles to find meaning and purpose...

Billie Bob Jones never intended to work with the second richest man on Earth, yet after being asked to do a favor for his best friend he found himself in a dilemma. Not only had he caught the attention of the famed billionaire, he had also caught the attention of the most dangerous man on Earth. His simple life of riding horses, competing in rodeos and helping his stepdad Clyde on the ranch gets upturned when he becomes the new prey of the one and only Benedito Goncalo Cruz Pereira.

After being reincarnated to the past, Celia cut herself from the family who tortured her. Moving to a different country, she starts her new life. Not prepared at all, a man she has never seen suddenly appeared like a whirlwind. Afraid of loving someone again, Celia slowly started to open her heart to Anderson Jones. Just as she thought peace had arrived, trouble had come knocking on her door.

In 2025, 58-year-old software engineer Nick Jones dies full of regrets—only to wake up in 1985, back in his 18-year-old body with all his future knowledge intact. Armed with wealth, ambition, and the stories yet to be written, he sets out to rewrite history, starting with the publishing industry before expanding into technology, media, and entertainment. With a second chance at life, Nick is determined to rise beyond wealth and become a legend.

just something I whipped up in the library, when the book I was holding just wasn't right. And someone very right just wasn't where I wanted them.