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The Lion Sleeps Tonight Lebo M

Lions of tomorrow: rise

Lions of Tomorrow is a gripping political thriller set in a post-apocalyptic future where only 25 "nations" remain after global collapse, pandemics, and warfare caused by the onset of the great breakdown(2039-2046). Amidst the ashes of the old world, after the aftermath period(2046-2052) Japan now as the "True Japanese Republic" stands as one of the "okay nations," led by the National Liberal Party (NLP) from 2048, with its imperial family desperately trying to regain power. At the heart of the new national order is the Lainson Program(LP) a government initiative controlled by the Lainson agency(LA) designed to mold the next generation of leaders who will shape the future of Japan. But this program is more than just education it's a battleground of ambition, loyalty, and survival. In a world fractured by power struggles, the Lainson program(LP) is the ultimate proving ground for the nation’s youth, where rival factions and hidden agendas collide. Akira Ryu, the son of a runaway imperial princess and a key member of the NLP, is thrust into the program with the help of his fathers friend after the tragic deaths of his parents, which he believes were no mere accident. With a cunning mind and ruthless ambition, Akira seeks to manipulate the Lainson Program to his advantage, using it as a stepping stone to take control of Japan. But in his quest for power, he faces a network of enemies both within the program and beyond it who are equally determined to shape Japan in their own image. Among Akira’s potential allies are Kiria, an engineering prodigy and heir to one of worlds last remaining giant companies, Kaito, a fiercely loyal boy seeking revenge for the loss of his family, Yu, a brilliant economist with a dark past and Hayato, a mysterious boy whose parents’ disappearance is tied to the very foundations of the Lainson Development Committee. As Akira navigates the dangerous political landscape, he must decide who to trust, who to betray, and whether he can achieve his goals without losing his humanity. But as power shifts, alliances shift with it what was once considered impossible may be the only way forward. The future of Japan and perhaps the world will be decided by those who dare to rise from the ashes of the old world. In a world where nothing is as it seems, the true lions of tomorrow will emerge not from the battlefield, but from the shadows of the Lainson Program.
Hantertheemperor · 3.9K Views

MÀU CÂM

*Chú ý: Thể loại 18+ *Lời Cân Nhắc: Màu Câm là một tiểu thuyết boylove mang đậm yếu tố tâm lý và tình cảm, lấy bối cảnh gai góc và u tối, xoay quanh tình yêu giữa hai con người cô độc trong một xã hội đầy định kiến và bạo lực. Câu chuyện chứa những tình tiết nhạy cảm như bạo lực thể xác, áp lực tâm lý, tổn thương tinh thần và các nội dung trưởng thành liên quan đến tình dục mang tính cưỡng ép,... Không phù hợp với độc giả nhỏ tuổi hoặc dễ bị tác động mạnh. Hãy cân nhắc kỹ trước khi đọc và đón nhận câu chuyện với sự thấu cảm và cởi mở. ***Cảm ơn*** *Giới thiệu: "Màu Câm" — Một tình yêu lặng im nhưng sâu sắc giữa hai tâm hồn cô độc tại một khu tự trị đầy bất trắc. Một thợ sửa xe tự lập, sống cùng người bạn xã hội trong thế giới xô bồ, mang phong thái ngang tàng của kẻ từng trải. Một chàng trai khiếm thính và câm, mồ côi từ nhỏ, giao tiếp bằng ngôn ngữ ký hiệu nhưng sở hữu trái tim ấm áp và khao khát yêu thương. Họ gặp nhau trong một tình huống bất ngờ, dần thấu hiểu và bù đắp những khoảng trống trong cuộc đời nhau. Nhưng giữa khu tự trị đầy rẫy hiểm nguy và định kiến, tình yêu ấy luôn đứng trước bờ vực. Những cuộc ẩu đả, định kiến xã hội và hiểm họa bất ngờ khiến hạnh phúc trở nên mong manh hơn bao giờ hết. Liệu tình yêu không lời có đủ sức vượt qua tất cả? Hay cuối cùng cũng sẽ bị chôn vùi trong lặng im?
Difadiao · 349 Views

C M

Mehrajān's heart is a fragile mosaic, pieced together by moments with the one person who defined her world—Muazam. In this reflective and raw exploration of love and loss, Mehrajān finds herself looking back at the memories of the boy she loved, the boy who was always just out of reach. Each chapter is a separate fragment of their intertwined lives, capturing a single moment that was forever marked by him. In one chapter, Mehrajān stands frozen in her kitchen, hearing a conversation between Muazam and her aunt that shatters her heart. His rejection of her—the very person who had quietly fallen for him—leaves her feeling lost and betrayed. Yet, this is only one of the many moments that have shaped her emotional landscape. Every recollection is a mixture of passion, pain, and nostalgia—memories of fleeting glances, whispered words, and unspoken connections that shaped her world. The narrative doesn't follow a linear path but instead unfolds like a scattered collection of thoughts and emotions, each memory tied to Muazam, each one a chapter of her heart. Through these fragments, Mehrajān grapples with the complexity of love, the sorrow of unrequited feelings, and the confusion of growing up in a world of family expectations and personal desires. [ CHOOSE ME ] is not just a love story—it's a tender journey through a girl’s heart, where love is never simple, and the memory of someone can change everything. Through each chapter, readers will find themselves drawn into Mehrajān’s world, feeling the weight of her unspoken love and the bittersweet truth that sometimes, memories are all that remain.
Marwa_Tahir · 9K 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 · 706.4K Views

She's My Sleeping Pill

15 years ago, his elder brother was killed right in front of him in the middle of the night – killed by their most trusted driver. Since then, Stefan had a hard time sleeping and often got nightmares. He learned not to trust anyone. Cayenne worked almost all day and all night. She only got three hours of sleep every day. She was the breadwinner of their family since her mother was diagnosed with tuberculosis. She thought she would have a great time working as a receptionist in a hotel. Until… “I’ll pay you an additional $3000 a month. Sleep with me.” Stefan placed a signed check on the table in front of her. Her head was spinning at the large sum of money. She can finally buy her mother’s medication and send her brothers to school without worry. But to sleep with him? “I’m sorry if I come off rude but, I can’t sleep with you sir.” She tried to refuse politely, afraid that she will lose her job if he felt displease towards her. Stefan took off his coat and placed on the backrest of his chair. “Think about my offer carefully. It wasn’t so bad sleeping with you after all.” It was a mistake she made on her part when she fell asleep right beside him on his bed, drunk and dizzy. Will he make the mistake of trusting someone again? Will he entrust his life to her by sleeping soundly beside her? How will they face each other when they started to unveil the mystery of their identities? ***cover isn’t mine***edited by a friend***I don’t earn anything from this picture*** Original cover was taken from Mr Love: Queen's Choice Related videos and pictures can be seen in Koi to Producer: EVOL×LOVE
_frieyaVida · 2.7M Views
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