Macarthur Square Cinema

Maureen Smith died at the age of 23 due to cancer and was lucky enough to be reborn back to the age of 17th faced with the same challenges of life she faced in her past life but this time she had a System. A Good Luck System. All she has to do is to absorb good luck from the list of people provided by the system. If not she will die again when she clocks 23. And at the top of the list was a notorious bully Liam Williams. ***** Liam Williams, after the untimely death of his father and elder brother. He became the rejected son. As his mother and grandfather kept blaming him for this brother and father demise. That somehow had a drastic change in Liam's behavior. And to make matters worse his mother went and adopted another son who looks like his elder. Causing him to become a notorious bully both in and out of school. Will Maureen master the courage of facing the man who has the most good Luck? If she does succeed in approaching him, will he bully her too? What will happen to Maureen's lover in her past life? will they still be together in her present life? What will happen when Liam's adopted brother turns out to be among the people Maureen will need to absorb good luck from? Will Maureen's Good luck quest turned out to be a good Luck for better health and life or a good luck for Love Square?

An average student gets reincarnated into an Isekai. Read to see how his endless circles of life turn him into something else between the world of gods, demons, beasts, devils, betrayal, torture and... hope "The world is just a movie in a black cinema."

[WARNING!! THE BOOK CONTAINS HIGHLY EXPLICIT CONTENT R18+] In the dim light of their room, Blithe del Rosario and Citrine Cursealeo lay entwined, creating a cocoon of warmth and safety. Their playful laughter filled the air, enhancing the intimacy of the moment. Blithe looked into Citrine's vibrant blue eyes, feeling a deep connection. "You know, for a general, you’re surprisingly good at this," she teased, gently tracing his jaw. Citrine laughed, saying, "It's all about strategy, Blithe. Right now, my best strategy is to keep you close." As he pulled her closer, their lips met in a tender kiss that deepened, igniting a fire within them, momentarily lifting the weight of the world. Their kisses became a passionate dance, filled with unspoken fears and desires. When they paused, foreheads touching, Blithe whispered, "I could do this forever." Citrine smiled, suggesting they make it their mission to find such moments amid the chaos. Their lips met again, further dissolving the boundaries between their worlds and igniting a spark of hope. Blithe wrapped her arms around Citrine’s neck, confessing, "I never thought I could feel this safe with someone." Citrine brushed her hair aside, assuring her that she deserved to feel safe and that he wanted to protect her. In that embrace, they transcended their roles as an assassin and a general, finding solace in each other. However, their love was complicated by their identities. By day, Blithe del Rosario was a celebrated fashion designer from Maha, Zubu, known for her couture that tells stories of her homeland. By night, she transformed into Lady Dragonfly, a skilled assassin who strikes fear in the shadows, embodying grace and lethal intent. Citrine Cursealeo, known as Chain Singh, was a five-star general and the Battle War God Marshal Law in the Alkebulan military. He was respected for his strategic brilliance but also feared. Beneath his stoic exterior, he yearned for peace and found a rare connection with Blithe that made him question everything. The love square dilemma loomed over them. Blithe secretly loved Chain Singh, the charismatic businessman who was also Marshal Law, a ruthless general. While she admired his ambition, his fearsome reputation kept her at a distance. Citrine, in turn, was drawn to Lady Dragonfly, sensing a hidden depth within her, unaware that she was Blithe. Caught in this complex web, Blithe struggled with her feelings for both Chain Singh and her alter ego. As their identities began to blur, they faced the challenge of confronting the emotions and secrets that kept them apart. The central question remained: could love transcend the fears that bound them?

(Asian Themes) Lee Jihoon, a brilliant film director renowned for his innovative storytelling and cinematic mastery, meets an untimely demise at the height of his career. However, instead of fading into oblivion, he finds himself reborn in the year 2006, inhabiting the body of a notorious chaebol heir from the powerful Lee family—a world far removed from the film sets he once called home. With memories of the future and insider knowledge of both the film and entertainment industries, Jihoon sees this as his second chance—not only to redefine Korean cinema but to reshape the K-pop industry before it spirals into its darkest scandals. However, his new identity comes with an unexpected burden: the ruthless succession battle within the Lee family. Rather than becoming a pawn in the family’s cutthroat power struggle, Jihoon makes a bold decision—to step away from the fight for corporate control and instead pursue what he does best: filmmaking. With his wealth and influence as a chaebol heir, he sets out to revolutionize the entertainment industry, challenge the oppressive systems controlling idols, and craft a legacy that will change the course of Hallyu forever. A thrilling tale of ambition, artistry, and reinvention, Hallyu Director’s Chronicle explores the hidden struggles behind Korea’s entertainment empire, where one man’s vision, courage, and past life wisdom could change the fate of an entire industry—if he can survive long enough to see it through. [AUTHOR NOTE: This work of fiction is set in a parallel world. Any similarities between characters or events depicted herein and those in the real world—even when names coincide—are entirely coincidental. All characters, settings, and narratives are products of the author's imagination and do not reflect real persons or events. ]

[Indústria do Entretenimento + Protagonista Feminina Forte + História Refrescante + Identidade Oculta] O Jovem Mestre Secreto da Seita Tang, Tang Shu, que era habilidosa em Técnicas de Veneno e Armas Ocultas, transmigrou e se tornou uma novata de 18º nível, estreando como atriz coadjuvante. Após um programa de variedades ser transmitido: Haters: "Eu na verdade acho que a Tang Shu é meio fofa. Tem algo de errado comigo?" Quando o Instituto Nacional de Pesquisa de Engenharia Mecânica anunciou: A Srta. Tang é nossa consultora de pesquisa chave nomeada. Haters: "O quê????" Quando um especialista autoritário em medicina chinesa revelou durante uma entrevista: O desenvolvimento de um novo tipo de medicamento deve muito à Tang Shu. Haters: "Isso não é coincidência demais?" Quando o Departamento de Restauração de Porcelana declarou abertamente: Ninguém supera Tang Shu nos campos de restauração de porcelana e caligrafia e pintura. Haters: "Essa flor de lótus branca está ficando um pouco intoxicante demais?" Quando um grande V do Weibo com milhões de seguidores acidentalmente revelou seu rosto durante uma transmissão ao vivo... Os haters declararam que suas mentes explodiram! *** Jing Yu, o filho predileto do céu, sempre teve um controle firme e uma carreira bem-sucedida até - ele conheceu Tang Shu. Dentro do cinema, depois de assistir quatro ou cinco filmes seguidos, percebeu que a pessoa sentada ao lado dele não havia mudado, desfrutando da pipoca com grande prazer. A garganta de Jing Yu moveu-se levemente; essa mulher estava flertando com ele. Diante um do outro em uma cafeteria, ela casualmente puxou um canudo de dois lados e o colocou em seu copo. Os olhos de Jing Yu ficaram avermelhados; essa mulher definitivamente estava flertando com ele!

A young man becomes obsessed with a mysterious woman he briefly encounters in Times Square. After failing to catch her, he embarks on a desperate search that soon escalates into a dangerous pursuit, forcing him to confront unexpected violence and chaos.

Elizabeth Silvera lived a simple farmer life on New Havens, free of worry and concern, when her world was turned upside down by a knight from the Alzar Kingdom, Sir Benedict Hawken. From humble beginnings, Elizabeth must navigate a treacherous world filled with war and strife, while trudging through internal struggles. Where magic and martial arts are born, anyone can rise from Rank 1 Mortal to Rank 5 God! This is the story of how Elizabeth and her friends manages to become legendary apex experts, shattering the firmament and slaying gods alike! This is the Chronicles of New Havens! Book 1 Lion and Snake (Completed 2-22-2020) Book 2 Meeting of Masters (Completed 1-26-2021) Book 3 Empire's Collapse Part 1 (Completed 8-14-2022) Book 3 Empire's Collapse Part 2 (Ongoing...) Estimated Arc 1 progress: 60% Chapter updates are either daily or once every two days. All credit belongs to Square ENIX and Jeremy Chong for the cover and all adjustments are personally made.

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. The moment she did, his fingers curled around the wooden rail of the steps, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moved. A slow, deliberate step up onto the patio. Panic slammed into her. *No no no.* Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?

[Fake Aristocrat + Empress Regnant + Identity Concealment + Charisma + Nation-building + Personal Growth] Luo Wei has transmigrated. She finds herself in the body of a lowborn commoner who had impersonated a noble lady to enter school. She's about to be exposed as a commoner, facing contempt and insults from the entire school, and ultimately destined to be hanged at the marketplace gallows. Luo Wei: What's there to fear? It's just pretending to be nobility. As someone from the 21st century, she can act more noble than the nobles themselves! When a noble lady tries to test her with expensive spices, Luo Wei takes one look: Aren't these just common seasonings found everywhere in Western cuisine? As if she's never tasted them before! They say she's a commoner who can't do geometry? Luo Wei smiles slightly: Isn't it just trigonometric functions? She learned that in middle school! What? They say she's poor and has no money? She casually produces an entire bolt of silk fabric to make pajamas, and while she's at it, makes a chest full of silk handkerchiefs, using them once and tossing them away. They say she has no fief and isn't a true noble? Hah! She makes money by day and reclaims land by night. While attending school, she's busy cultivating land. Soon, millions of square kilometers of fertile soil in the New World are all hers. She establishes her own country and ennobles herself! Finally, her identity is exposed by an old acquaintance. The Holy Church wants to put her on trial, presenting evidence that she's not a noble - they couldn't find her patent of nobility in the Mist Kingdom. Luo Wei: A noble title? Sorry, she indeed doesn't have one. Because she is the Empress Regnant of the Mist Kingdom! In the end, she abolishes the aristocratic system, establishes a new country, and becomes a deity in the hearts of countless commoners. She promises them peace and prosperity; they pledge her their loyalty and faith. She, ultimately, becomes ..

Ding!!! [WARNING: New System Detected!] [Tag: Threat!] [Tag: Wanted!] [Tag: Dangerous!] ... Dimm was only able to afford at most one-square-meal in a day, through begging. That was how difficult life had been for him. A beggar at just fourteen years of age. Then what happened... His life changed. Or, call it his second life. His last day in the land of the living, unknowing to him, was the day he received a snack that was meant to serve as his meal for the day—a chocolate. Along with the snack, was a game card. Things turned out not as Dimm had expected after consuming the chocolate. Instead of gaining at least another fraction of life, he lost all he had left—he met death. But...but there can be life after death—reincarnation. Yet, another unexpected happened. He reincarnated into a virtual world as a Player, where he will be forced to undergo certain missions to ascertain he keeps this Player life or loses it. Despite failing to awaken a system like the others had done, some words came into view with a blue screen hovering before his eyes. [Game Breaking Loopholes Detected!] [>>>Glitch Unlocked!] [>>>Unlimited Evolution Unlocked!] [>>>Alteration Unlocked!] [>>>Devourer Unlocked!] ... Follow me to wander the path of this novel as Dimm explores the game world and its missions with the tag: *WANTED*

A Few Warnings for the Reader: This short novel is written for people who appreciate Japanese anime – a worldwide community numbering in the hundreds of millions. It's important to understand from the start that anime is not just "children's cartoons," as animation is often perceived in places like Europe and the USA. Anime represents a distinct form of animation and a significant cultural force, almost like "super-cinema." It can be incredibly dynamic and explore serious themes. Now, let's be honest, a large portion of anime is… not great. Maybe around 90% could be considered simply "okay" or even, let's say, "trashy." It can be blatant, silly, and not particularly engaging. Many viewers watch one of these less impressive shows and then assume all anime is similar. But that's a mistake! Understand this: by doing that, you're missing out on potentially the most captivating entertainment of your life. That's not an exaggeration – it's a genuine perspective. But the remaining 10%? That's where the true "super-cinema" lies. Good anime is unmatched in its ability to tell emotionally resonant stories and deliver dynamic action. Anime creators are free to push boundaries. Their imaginations delve into the complexities of the human heart, challenging the common "European view" that restricts animation to children. This story(it's not a Fanfiction!) is a tribute to a classic anime called "Fate." Fate is not my personal absolute favorite – there are masterpieces which incredibly hard to surpass. But still, it's a powerful example of the story started as a simple eroge and converted to a deeply emotional cult film.

On the fourth day of May, Kevin was murdered in his apartment. He has no enemies and no friends. His parents have their own families, and he lives alone in a 200 meter square apartment – in other words, he does not have anyone who bores hatred against him. But he died. And the police concluded his death was an act of revenge homicide. Kevin pondered who would kill him when he suddenly woke to unfamiliar surroundings. And it took a few minutes to be processed in his head… Why are the furnitures so big?! The bed's mattress is so wide it's like the whole floor uses it as a floormat! The window is so high Kevin felt he was inside a church with glass walls as high as a three-storey building! Even worse, the appearance of a flower vase at his side is as tall as him! What the hell is going on?! [Host, you now possess the identity of the Male Lead's precious cat!] Kevin: What did you say? [Current Mission Progress: 0%] [Host, please work hard and prevent the Male Lead's terrible fate!] Kevin: …… What nonsense?! I just died! ………………………. [Host, the villain is one step closer to harming the Male Lead's life! Please prevent them!] Kevin: …… [Host, a villain's lackey wants to kill the Male Lead! Please stop them!] Kevin: ….. [Host, the Male Lead incurred a huge loss because of the villain, please bring him home and pamper him well!] Kevin: …… [Host, the Male Lead is injured because of the villain! Please nurse him back to health!] Kevin: …… Am I the Male Lead's mom or a pet?! ______________________________________________________ Updates are on Wednesday and Thursday.

‘How did this happen’ The young man, practically a boy, looked at the scene in front of him. In just one glance it was possible to see dozens of people, more closely he was sure there could be hundreds or thousands of people prostrating themselves in front of him. From the center of the city square to the adjacent streets in front of the temple, with a frightening similarity to what happened in the Vatican when the Pope gave a speech. The young man sitting on a throne too big for him, inside a marble temple he could see expressions of happiness, reverence, gratitude and in some a small hint of fear. Not that he paid much attention to the others, his attention was mainly drawn to the group directly below the throne. This group was made up of people of various ages, from old men with gray and wrinkled hair, but with strangely healthy bodies and postures upright like poles, to young people of various ages including children. What this group in particular had in common was their expression, which could only be described as fanatical as they looked at the young man. The only thing that was going on in the young man's head, with all this excessive attention, was simply... ‘How did things get like this?!!!! I was just playing a game!!!!’ In a room in an ordinary apartment, in an ordinary city. A seemingly ordinary young man could be seen lying in bed with a cell phone on his chest. The cell phone was on and showing scenes from what appeared to be a game. With a small and intriguing coincidence that the young man sitting on a huge throne inside a marble temple was completely identical to the sleeping young man. ********************************************** Thanks to ImagineArt for the image

"You can outrun many things, but fate will always find you, like your shadow in the light." . In the heart of Washington D.C., mafia heir Vaughn Volkov is on a mission that takes him far from the sun-soaked streets of California. The bustling city, with its imposing monuments and corridors of power, is a far cry from the palm-lined avenues of his home. Vaughn, however, is not one to be easily intimidated. His piercing blue eyes and commanding presence turn heads wherever he goes, a reminder that beneath his polished exterior lies a man accustomed to danger and control. Vaughn's path crosses with Eliza Monroe, a seemingly innocent college student whose gentle demeanor masks a resilience forged from her own turbulent past. Eliza, with her kind heart and determined spirit, is an enigma. She spends her days buried in books at the library, her nights working part-time to make ends meet. Her brown eyes, often hidden behind a cascade of dark curls, hold a depth that Vaughn finds both intriguing and unsettling. Their first encounter is anything but ordinary. Vaughn watches, intrigued by her fearlessness and the fire in her eyes. "You're not like the others," he remarks later, cornering her in the quiet corner of the library. His voice is a low, dangerous purr that sends shivers down Eliza's spine. "And you're not just the student here," she retorts, meeting his gaze with a mixture of curiosity and caution. "What do you want from me?" Vaughn's lips curve into a slow, dangerous smile. "Maybe I just want to get to know you." Despite her reservations, Eliza feels a strange pull towards Vaughn. His presence is intoxicating, a blend of danger and allure that she finds hard to resist. As they spend more time together, Eliza begins to see glimpses of the man beneath the mafia heir. Vaughn, too, finds himself drawn to Eliza in ways he never anticipated. Her kindness, her strength, and her unyielding spirit ignite something within him that he thought long buried. Yet, as their connection deepens, the shadows of their pasts loom ever larger. Vaughn's family business, shrouded in crime and violence, is never far from his mind. His enemies are ruthless, and his association with Eliza puts her squarely in their crosshairs. Eliza, too, harbors secrets. The dark forces that have shaped her life threaten to consume her, and Vaughn's world only amplifies those dangers. As their worlds collide, they must navigate a treacherous web of intrigue, passion, and forbidden desire. But with danger lurking around every corner, will their love survive, or will they be torn apart by the shadows of fate?

This is the story of a poor college graduate who got a degree in programming which lead to an unfortunate series of events resulting in his untimely demise and transmigration into the game he died trying to fix. In this new world based off of a broken dating sim our protagonist finds themselves in, it is a fusion of modern and fantasy, with a plethora of different races for him to get into a relationship with. However, aside from being a smutty novel, this will delve into a deeper story of growing power and even attempting to conquer the world they are in. ************** Disclaimer: Any similarities between current or historical events, people, religions, cultures, ethnicities, popular media, etc... Are all purely coincidental. I am creating a story, and will not censor myself. So if you are easily offended or "triggered" I would advise you find a story that suits your sensibilities and thank you for your time and wish you the best. There is a world of content out there and I hope you find what is best for you. I reiterate, this is an 18+ rated adult experience story and will include references and/or graphical descriptions of sex, drugs, violence, war, r*pe, the LGBTQIA+ community, discrimination, etc... If you see all of these warning signs and continue anyways... I salute your bravery.

Jett Square accidentally left her phone in a café, and it got stolen... Daniel's Roomate lied to the police about the phone and somehow the police believe Daniel has kidnapped Jett, even though she's not missing! His only option is getting into touch with Jett Square over text to prove his innocence before it's too late.

Selina gasped for air, her heart racing as her body involuntarily thrashed in her sleep. Her indigo eyes flicked open wide as she choked back a scream. She looked up into Liam's worried face as he wiped away the beads of sweat forming on her brow with a damp cloth. "Lina, this was the longest one yet. Your whimpering and thrashing woke me about 36 minutes ago, and you were already covered in sweat." Liam told her, his voice heavy with concern as he glanced at the clock. Liam ran his hand through his hair. "Please tell me you remember something this time." He asked, almost pleading. Selina shook her head while sitting to look out the window. Over the forest, the orange-pink hue of the sunrise was starting to appear. Selina breathed deeply as she tried to recall something, anything other than the emotions she experienced during her dreams, but as usual, she was unable to. Some dreams were comforting and made her feel warm. Those dreams involved a blonde-haired man with green eyes. The other dreams, much like the current dream, left her full of despair and fear or left her feeling just plain empty. Usually all she could recall of those dreams was fire or blood. Liam stood up, muscles tense as he raised his arms and ran both hands through his thick black hair again, grabbing a fistful which he let fall back as he spoke, "Maybe she was wrong. Or maybe the prophecies were wrong. Maybe we really are Moonglow and not Lunaria. I don't know." Liam sighed deeply, sitting on the edge of his bed and turned to face her again before continuing, "Lina, your dreams are getting worse, and time is running out. You haven't dreamed of him in months. We don't know anything, not really. We just have mom's fairy tales. It's been ten years, maybe our memories are wrong. I... I just wish we had some guidance, something firm." An image of an attractive man with a square jawline, full red lips, deep green eyes and chin-length shaggy blond hair flashed through Selina's mind. She inhaled deeply before speaking, "He's Valentino. We need to get to Red Lake Pack." ********************************************************************* The Lunaria bloodline has been hunted for generations forcing them to live as lone wolves to conceal their identities and ensure the chance to fulfill the prophecy. According to Selina’s mother, Selina Moonglow is the prophesied one. With the disappearance of her mother when she was young, Selina only knows four things: Her dreams will guide her Never reveal their true last name Follow her instincts Her wolf will stay bound until she accepts her mate. ****************************************************************** Selina stood before him, her fated mate. She had dreamt of his scent and his eyes for months now. A warmth crept over her as the flutter deep within her belly increased, almost to the point of breathlessness. He was seated at his desk, studying something with his shaggy blonde hair covering has face as he looked down. Why isn’t he looking up? The mate bond should be forcing his eyes to me... Selina thought. Confused she called his name, “Valentino..” Before she could finish, his cold, hard voice interrupted her, “It’s Alpha Valentino. Get out. I’m busy. Make an appointment.”

Benjamin Taklaw, a Filipino high school student who dreams of being a bus driver like his father, got killed by Truck-kun. He thought his life would be over, and his soul would be in the afterlife. But, he was given another chance to live his again, this time, as a bus driver in…a fantasy world? He literally woke up on a bus in another world as a young bus driver. Grasping on that opportunity, he, as a 16-year-old boy and bus driver named Russell May, is now living his new life in a new strange world, filled with monsters and magic. Along the way, he took in a snow village girl named Azalea, a low-ranked adventurer named Adrian Paulton, who was betrayed by his hero party in a dungeon, and a pair of twin dragon girls, Rai and Ria. They are now his new party and family. Together, they traveled the world through routes, picking up passengers of different races and socioeconomic backgrounds and dropping them off at their destinations of different kinds. Also, he discovered that he wasn’t alone in being reincarnated in that world: he was part of a class of creatures known as Renad. That group has different backgrounds of their previous lives, different ways they died, and best of all, different abilities, skills, and even equipment. And also, the fantasy world will have evil entities and an organization named the Square Order of the Squirrel, whose primary goal is to free the demon king, Malarka, from the seal that sealed him 1,000 years before.

In the eastern forests of Edenia, the most peaceful continent in the realm of Tanasma, a small village rests under the watchful eye of the new sheriff, Barry. Little do the townsfolk know, their protector leads a dark double life - for Barry is a powerful mutant with the ability to transform into a terrifying wolf-like beast. His very existence is a crime in this world of technological wonders and precise genetic ordering. Barry was once the dreaded serial killer known as The Calendar, who earned his grisly moniker by slaughtering victims based on the day of the month. If today was the 5th, five lives would be gruesomely taken. For a decade, he spread fear and bloodshed across the land, until he grew weary of the butchery and his insatiable hunger for violence. Seeking redemption, Barry hung up his murderous ways and pursued a path of righteousness as a lawman in the sleepy hamlet. However, his bloody past is not so easily escapable. The Capitol Patrol Guard, tasked with neutralizing genetic abnormalities like Barry, has kept his case file open. As a level three mutant - one of the highest and most dangerous classification - Barry remains a top priority target for detainment or termination. The cold and merciless CPG agents scour the countryside, leaving no stone unturned in their quest to capture the former serial killer. Despite Barry's best efforts to lay low, his new role as sheriff inevitably brings him into conflict and chaos that he cannot avoid. His hair-trigger temper, honed from years of depravity, constantly threatens to unravel the fragile life of righteousness he has tried to construct. A simple domestic dispute can quickly escalate into a blazing confrontation with Barry's inner beast unleashed. When a routine call goes terribly awry, Barry finds himself squaring off against a sinister foe who revels in tormenting him and dredging up the ghastly memories of his past life. An epic game of cat-and-mouse begins between the two adversaries. Barry must keep his true mutant nature hidden from the suspicious townsfolk, even as he finds himself transforming more frequently into the raging wolf-monster within. As the stakes ramp higher, Barry's former CPG hunters close in on his trail, driven by their uncompromising duty to neutralize the genetically impure at any cost. With his murderous id threatening to resurface and the unrelenting CPG agents closing in, Barry faces a climactic decision - will he fully reembrace his wolf-like killer instincts to survive, or can he hold true to his path of redemption? In the end, there is no outrunning one's true nature. After an earth-shattering final confrontation, Barry stands amidst the rubble, his wolf-like visage bared to the world. The village lays in smoldering ruin. The unstoppable CPG forces have been momentarily routed, but more will inevitably come. Barry howls defiantly, having fully re-awakened to his primal, bloodthirsty self. The Calendar has been reborn - and this time, there is no redemption to be found.

In a Japan where the spiritual world intertwines with everyday life, Kazuo Shishi, an 18-year-old high school student with an explosive temper, lives a life far from ordinary. Known as the "rakai" of his school, this brave brawler hides a secret far more dangerous than his fist: a "beast gift" that gives him the abilities of a humanoid lion. With sharp reflexes, raw strength and animal instincts, Kazuo embodies the "lion heart" within him.But an ancient evil threatens to devour the world. The Lord of the Beasts, a beastly entity sealed in a dark dimension, is trying to escape to conceive a half-human, half-god heir destined to plunge the Earth into chaos. To achieve this, he sends fearsome minions, spiritual and mortal creatures, responsible for the weaknesses and defenses of the earth. Alongside two high school friends with supernatural powers - one able to see the future and the other to manipulate gravity - Kazuo engages in an occult war to prevent the birth of this being of destruction. Between violent encounters and mundane escapes, such as trips to the cinema or the park, Kazuo must also juggle an unexpected love triangle, his friends and a family who know nothing of his dark secret. "Berserk: Beast Fight" is a gripping and impactful Book that combines violence, drama and the supernatural. Through dynamic dialogue, a long and meaty plot, and no-holds-barred language, Kazuo and his friends are immersed in a fierce struggle between their teenage lives and their fight to save the world.

In a dimly lit alley, where shadows danced with the flickering streetlights, a mysterious figure appeared, shrouded in the smell of alcohol and fatigue. "You're quite the slacker I see, young'un," he drawled, his weathered features reflecting a life on the edge. I sighed, scraping up the fallen pizza from the grimy pavement. "Well, there's nothing in this world that seems to make me want to give it my all," I retorted, my voice tinged with resignation. The man smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I see, huh? You're already in that age too..." Standing up, I met his gaze squarely. "I've always been this way ever since I was born. I learned not to expect much in this world, so there's no point giving much anyway." With a chuckle, he patted me on the shoulder. "Hahaha, that's probably just you being lazy, y'know? The amount of effort you give is the amount you get, that's the law of equivalent exchange after all," he quipped, vanishing away into the darkness. But to me, life was never about balance or equal exchange. It was a relentless torrent of hardship and struggle, devoid of fairness or justice. ----

Unsolved Mysteries. Strange things have begun to surface, little details that don’t seem to belong. A house with no recorded history suddenly appears on maps. A letter arrives at your doorstep, though it bears no name or address. A clock in the town square ticks backward at midnight, yet no one seems to notice. Scattered among the pages are clues—hidden messages, patterns, and inconsistencies that don’t quite add up. There is no protagonist, no guiding hand to lead the way. Only you, the reader, left to piece together the truth. Can you solve it?

Einstein made the whole world marvel when he was able to prove that there existed a relationship between matter and energy, he made the discovery of the law of relativity and stated that energy in mathematical relationship was equal to the product of mass multiplied by the speed of light squared ( E= MC^2). Thus, with quantum physics the possibilities indeed existed where energy could be converted to matter and matter reconverted back to energy, this make it possible for the existence of teleportation machines that can convert matter to energy and send or transmit this energy through portals or gateways into other dimensions then reconvert this energy transmitted back to the original form of matter initially transmitted. If this can be achieved in science and technology today, then the issue or complexities of space and time travel could be unraveled. This scientific leap could bridge the gap between space and time travel across galaxies in the universe with reference to the time frame being shrink to non-existence. A possibility... Mr. Tolen had lost his job for sometime as a family man with a wife and four kids; Charley, Pete, Jenny and Mary from the city of Zinatano. Mary was just a toddler when Mr. Tolen had just discovered about the mysteries in land of gold. This happened at a meeting at a beer tavern he had scheduled to meet a close friend Mr. Pantane regarding a new job at the new gas factory. A family discussion led to the three elder kids hearing more about the land of gold; even though Charley had a friend in school who once told him about this mysterious place. It became pertinent for three elder kids of the Tolen’s family to plan out a strategy to discover this land on their own. Several times this plan could not be successfully accomplished until later years in their early teens. They eventually discovered the land of gold but on entering into the land they became trapped and solving the puzzle to find a way out was the order of the day. They had lost Charley to the cold hands of death not to long after discovering the land. Pete and Jenny were left to face the almost on ending challenges that confronted them in the land. They had come to realize that all statues found in the land came to life when touched; some were deadly enemies while others were friends who would offer their help at the request of the Pete and Jenny. Every attempt to escape outside the land led them deeper into the land; this made it almost an impossible task finding an escape route. While the three Tolen’s had gone missing for some time, Mr. Tolen had engaged the service of the city police of Zinatono where he had worked as a police officer on a search for his missing three kids. This herculean task eventually took him into the neighboring city of Kalkulta, it was on one of this trips while returning his vehicle had a ghastly accident and led to his death. Their search led them to discovering that the intricacies about the land and secretes that would serve as clues for their escape. The discovery of short cut paths using teleportation machines and colored arrows that led to several chambers, stock with gold and deadly statues which came alive when touched and attacked its victims eventually killing them.

Don Victor, the notorious Underworld Boss, known by his alias SKULL, is a figure whose true name and face remain a mystery to all except his inner circle. To the world, SKULL is a terrifying legend whose very name sends chills down spines. No one dares to challenge him, as he has ruthlessly eliminated anyone who tried, leaving only whispers of his terror behind. Those who managed to survive did so by fading into the shadows, too afraid to even think of revenge. The fear he instills is unmatched, and his power over the underworld is absolute. Yet, behind the ruthless exterior, Don Victor has one weakness: his obsession with movies, particularly the works of his favorite director, Tames Kamron. He watches his films on repeat, each time getting lost in the emotions, the betrayals, and the action—sometimes even firing a gun when the tension peaks. His love for cinema borders on the obsessive, with his emotions swinging from tears to rage at the flick of a switch. "Boss... Director Tames Kamron is retiring." "What? No... I can't accept this. I'll kidnap him and make him make films for me!" But fate had a different plan. Bang... And just like that, the mighty underworld boss met his end. But the story doesn't end there. Don Victor opens his eyes in another world, with his life hanging by a thread. [Make a movie in one year, or your life is over.] Now, in a strange new world, Don Victor must face a new set of challenges, where the stakes are higher than ever before. Will he overcome this new challenge or will his reign as SKULL truly come to an end?

Beneath the Texan sun's blistering rays, Lin Ye licked his parched lips. The holographic federal flag snapped above Austin's Awakening Square where a mechanized honor guard played "The Star-Spangled Banner" through synth-flesh fingers. He stared at the genetic code glowing dully on his wrist - the numbers that should have shone gold now ashen gray. "Candidate #114514, neural compatibility 21%..." The AI judge's verdict drowned in audience jeers. Lin Ye saw his father Lin Zhennan crushing his Stetson's brim in the VIP box, while his mother Su Wan's quantum projection pixelated with emotional static. When the blue-blooded family's hovercar glided overhead, William Rockefeller III's laughter rained down. The nano-suit-clad heir leaned from his tinted window, military-grade ocular implant flashing crimson: "Seems the Lins will forever be ranch mutts?" Lin Ye gripped his mother's bronze pendant until its edges bit flesh. Suddenly, his retinal display flickered with an eerie prompt: [Ancient gene sequence detected. Breaching federal firewall...]

"You kept my son from me for five years?" Alexander’s voice cracked with disbelief, anger radiating off him as he towered over Daniela. She squared her shoulders, though her hands trembled. "I didn’t think it mattered back then. I was nothing to you, Alexander. Just a distraction—a side chick you could forget the moment I walked out of your life." "That’s not fair!" he snapped, his jaw tightening. "You knew what my life was like. I didn’t—" "You didn’t think about me, did you?" she interrupted, her voice rising. "After that one night, you moved on as if nothing happened. But I was left with something I couldn’t ignore—our son." Alexander froze, his piercing gaze searching hers. "You could’ve come back. You could’ve told me." "I tried!" Daniela shot back, her voice breaking. "But when I saw you again, you were with her—the perfect fiancée, the love of your life. I realised I’d just be a complication in your already perfect world." "You don’t get to make that choice for me," he said, his voice low and trembling with restrained fury. "I deserved to know. Noah deserved to know who his father was." Tears welled up in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. "Maybe I was wrong, but I didn’t want my child growing up feeling unwanted... like I was nothing more than a mistake to you”.

Detective Alex Carter seeks solace in a quaint town, hoping to escape the shadows of his past. However, he quickly becomes embroiled in a chilling mystery when a body is discovered in the town square, and the residents are unable to recall any details from the previous night. As Alex delves deeper into the investigation, he uncovers a disturbing legend about a cursed artifact that erases memories. The townspeople's inability to remember their lives becomes increasingly unsettling as Alex himself begins to experience lapses in memory, reflecting the collective amnesia of the community. Teaming up with a local journalist, Alex learns about a secret society that has been manipulating memories for generations. As he races against time to expose their sinister motives, he confronts his own buried traumas and faces the reality of what it means to remember. When the society's ritual to strengthen their control goes awry, chaos ensues, forcing residents to confront their pasts. In a gripping climax, Alex must destroy the artifact that binds their memories and confront the leader of the society in a battle for the town's future.

"I'm only going to ask you this once, so you better tell me the fucking truth." She tenses up. "A-About what?" "Did you fuck someone else?" Frozen in place, my mouth goes dry, and I have a hard time forming words. I'm not sure how he found out, but I'm scared to move. I just had his cock in my mouth and now I'm being questioned about sleeping with Dimitri. Every time we get to a point where we aren't arguing, something else brings us right back to square one. ********************************************************** 25 year old Sienna Williams hooks up with a handsome stranger. As a result of her time with the charming stranger, she later gives birth to a son. It isn't until she learns he's the leader of a Mafia that her entire world is completely flipped upside down. 27 year old Tristan Lucci hooks up with a beautiful stranger. As a result of his time with the enchanting stranger, he finds himself needing to have her. So he tracks her down. It isn't until he learns that he's a father that his entire world is completely flipped upside down. **** All it takes is one time to create a life. And all it took was one life to bring two people together. But can that life keep them together, despite being a part of two completely different worlds?

"Get your hands off me!" she wrestled against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.