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Prestressed Concrete Nptel

To The World (BL)

(Mature Content and Adult Things and Mentions Of Drugs) ~~~~ Yang is an abandoned child when he was only 7 years old because his drunken father abandoned him by telling him to wait for him at the park bench but…2 hours have passed but Yang hasn't heard from him ever since the moment he said he will be back to check on something… He began searching for him while tearing up and calling his name but no one responds and the people at the park stares at him calling his father…Yang asks the people who is on the park and some ignored him and continue talking or walking and some just completely refuse to help me…  That makes him tear up even more suddenly it began heavy raining and he have no umbrella causing him to run but he trips because of the wet concrete and causing his knees to be bruised and even bleed but he try to stand up and cover himself to a roof off a gym…Yang gets a cardboard box and too cover himself and continue crying of why his father just left him like that… Some minutes later of crying he fell asleep and the coach of the gym noticed the cardboard and went outside with a umbrella on top of his head and looks underneath the box…And to his shocked it's a kid that seems to fell asleep while crying he wonder to himself why is a kid like him be here all alone he began looking around and lift the kid out of the cardboard box and carry him to the gym to not get him a rough sick and cold to his little body Yang wakes in the shouts of many people and he sits up on the seat of the gym and wonders who takes him here…He stands up and sees the two fighters on the ring boxing each other not knowing he is on the main event of the whole tournament the final between “Roger Malone” vs the current defending champion “Nicolas Lynos” The coach from earlier sits beside him and stares at Yuma watching intensely the two fighters boxing he chuckles and pats the kid on the back and speak carefully to not scare this kid “Hey kid are you alone…where are your parents and what are you doing on a cardboard box instead of your parents house?” Yang turns around and looks at the old man that seems like kinda older to his father he nods at him slowly and tears makes his eyes kind of red on the inside “Yeah…My father abandoned me in the park, I don't know why he did that. I am a good kid in the house…But he tells me to wait for him because he is checking something in the park…i don't know what to do I have no house to live…” Yang began crying once more and the old man hugs him and patting his back and wiping him tears on his eyes and smiles at him to make him not cry anymore and to make him know he is safe around him…Yang hugs back and stares at the boxing ring once again hearing the referee counting up to 10 the old man laughs and put his hands on Yang shoulder and speak “That is called boxing kid…You seem so interested in it wanna learn it or how it works and to even do it on your own you have so much potential I can sense it because of your pure heart and good spirit…” Yang smiles happily and nods at him with pure excitement and ready to learn how they do the things they do on that ring (Heavily inspired by Hajime No Ippo)
TheAuthorAka · 313 Views

Veiled Secrets

The final, venomous echoes that reached his ears were laced with sorrowful cries, "I shall seek you out once more, and you will atone for the slaughter of my kin. Not even the grave can shield you from my fury." ******* Silas appeared to possess it all: a devoted girlfriend, loving parents, and a steadfast best friend who kept him grounded. He was navigating the labyrinth of college life, aspiring to earn a doctorate. Then, fate twisted its knife. One fateful day, a beguiling figure emerged from the shadows of an alley. A lifeless form lay sprawled upon the frigid concrete, blood trickling from her lips, shimmering like rubies beneath the pale moonlight. Her eyes, a haunting shade of crimson, held a universe of secrets, countless revelations, yet devoid of any trace of humanity. This enigmatic girl, known as Keira, was the last of her lineage, her family brutally extinguished by the hands of a former lover. For centuries, she has wandered the earth, seeking the reincarnation of the one who betrayed her in the most despicable manner. Those aware of the supernatural tremble at her name, for death and despair cling to her like a relentless shadow, a malignant curse. Will they unravel the enigma of their shared, sorrowful history before the sands of time run out, or will Keira thirst for vengeance and her obsession with Silas spell doom for them all? Can they uncover the truth behind the massacre of her family? Was Silas the traitor, or does a deeper tale lie hidden in the shadows?
Asia_Miller · 9.8K Views

In the city of blood [BL]

In the city of blood, where shadows dance among the flickering lights and whispers echo through the labyrinthine streets, there exists a darkness that seeps into the very soul of the metropolis. It is a darkness born of forgotten dreams and shattered hopes, a palpable presence that hangs heavy in the air like a suffocating fog. In this city of blood, where the heartbeat of the urban sprawl pulses with a relentless rhythm, there are tales untold and secrets buried deep beneath the asphalt and concrete. It is a place where the sins of the past stain the present, where the lines between right and wrong blur in the dim glow of neon signs. Amidst the chaos and corruption, there are those who navigate the shadows with a grace born of necessity—a ragtag assembly of survivors and sinners, each with their own demons to wrestle and their own battles to fight. They move through the city like ghosts, slipping between the cracks of society, their footsteps muffled by the din of the streets. And yet, amidst the darkness, there are glimpses of light—a flicker of hope in the eyes of the downtrodden, a spark of defiance in the hearts of the oppressed. For even in the city of blood, where despair hangs heavy like a shroud, there are those who refuse to surrender to the darkness, who dare to dream of a better tomorrow. In the city of blood, where the sins of the past cast long shadows over the present, there are whispers of redemption—a chance for the lost and the broken to find their way home. It is a city of contradictions, where beauty and brutality collide in a symphony of chaos and despair. But amidst the darkness, there is always hope—a glimmer of light in the heart of the night, a beacon of promise amidst the ruins. For even in the city of blood, where shadows reign supreme, there are those who dare to defy the darkness and forge their own path to salvation.
Pharm_Neptune · 18.2K Views

After The Flash Marriage, I Fall Into My Husband's Plot

Shen Hui’s mother had just passed away and all the relatives that she had long not in contact with suddenly appeared, wanting to fight for her mother’s compensation due to her house being demolished, and even looked for thugs to scare her! The thugs saw that she was pretty, and wanted her for themselves! Luckily, the construction site worker renting her mother’s house Yan Heng appeared and saved her! Looking at Yan Heng’s handsome face and his eight packs, she realized that the reason that her relatives were bullying her was that she was only one girl. But if she got married, she would be able to stop their plots once and for all. “Let’s get married!” “Okay.” On the night of their marriage, the little rich girl said, “We have to sign a prenup! You don’t have anything, and you’re even renting my house, so if you one day meet anyone you like, we can divorce immediately…” The construction site worker said, “Okay.” The little rich girl then said arrogantly, “After the divorce, we’re then strangers. We’re adults, so it’s not necessary to make it look bad!” Construction site worker, “You think too much!” The little rich girl looked at the eight packs and gulped. “I want to be on top!” The construction site worker gave her small figure a look and said, “We’ll see!” After the man’s identity was revealed, the little rich girl finally knew the truth. “???” The man still used the concrete dust as a disguise. “…” The little rich girl couldn’t stand it anymore. “You liar!!! What happened to the construction site?! You… You’re…” The man looked at his little rich girl pamperingly, “I only have one identity. Your husband!” The little rich girl then said miserably, “If I had known I wouldn’t do the prenup, then I can still have half of your assets after we divorce, ahhhh…” The man couldn’t help but give his little rich girl a kiss. “As long as we don’t divorce, what mine is yours, alright…?” The little rich girl raised her head with tears still in her eyes. “I want to be on top!” He: “…”
JQK · 200.9K Views

Waitress in the day, Vampire at night

*Excerpt* "Argh..." Ellie forced herself to stop moving, and she pushed the man dragging her away by her arm with all the strenght she could muster. "Aren't you listening to me? He's only a child. Please." she pleaded. The man was as solid as a concrete wall, and although he barely moved a step away despite the force she used in pushing him, her actions seemed to have made him stop dragging her. Or maybe not. Because the next second, she heard the sound of the sole of a shoe hit the ground, then another, and another... Turning around in apprehension, she realized the painter had finally turned from his painting and was walking toward her. Her bones froze instantly. His face... She had no words to describe how beautiful he was, even though his skin was almost white. His dark brown hair fell over his forehead, almost covering his dangerously cold dark grey eyes. His steps were slow and majestic, making him look like a top ranked demon walking out of hell with just one agenda — to end her miserable life. He reeked of bloodlust, and the aura around him radiated death and destruction. The hairs on her skin stood up in reaction to the threat approaching her, and knowing she couldn't outrun him, she fell on her knees. "P-please, I-im s-sorry for disturbing you a-and pushing him. My brother is only a child. He's sick and I'm the only one he has. If you must imprison me, then I beg you to at least take him to an orphanage." Ellie pleaded, stuttering for the first time in her life, her eyes fixed on the floor. A moment later, she felt a cold finger touch her chin, pushing her head. When that was done, he took off her mask, exposing her face. Ellie's heart was beating wildly by this time. There was no trace of warmth, neither did any emotion register on his face upon seeing her complete facial features. It was just plain, cold, blankness. "You are in no position to make demands." His lips finally moved, and the words that came out of his mouth crushed Ellie's heart. "It's not a demand. Just a request. I don't want him to die." She persisted. "What makes you think I would grant such a request?" "Because it's the right thing to do." Ellie gave the obvious answer, but his face twisted like she just spit poison at him. "Do I look like someone who gives a fuck about doing the right thing?" "No!" Ellie answered truthfully. "I'm sorry. I made a mistake. Saving my brother is not the right thing. It is the wrong thing. In fact, I can assure you it is the wrongest thing to do." She made a quick U-turn, and the painter's brows flew up in surprise for just a second, before his next order jumped out of his mouth. "Take her away." *** Life dealt Ellie Sander a cruel blow when her parents suddenly died in a car crash, leaving her to cater for her five year old anaemic brother, whose ability to walk was affected by the same crash. With no money, no stable job, and no help coming from anywhere, she was forced to take advantage of the insecurity in their town to fend for herself and her brother. Being a waitress in the day and a fake Vampire at night, she raised enough money and all went well until one night when she met with the real vampire, and her freedom was taken away.
Veekee_Lee · 123.9K Views

Abyss Holder

In the desolate urban sprawl, there existed a boy named Steven – a name as commonplace as the concrete beneath his worn-out shoes. His figure, terribly slender, bore the weight of days without sustenance, a stark reflection of the harsh life within the shadows of the towering skyscrapers. His disheveled appearance spoke of deprivation; his clothing, little more than rags haphazardly sewn together, clung to his meager frame. Steven's features, though obscured by grime, revealed a haunting contrast. His black hair, adorned with a few rebellious red strands, framed a face marked by hardship. His pupils, black with a faint but discernible red tint, mirrored the desolation etched into his soul. Staring into the familiar darkness that enveloped his existence, Steven couldn't help but voice the silent question that echoed in his mind, "When is this going to end?" The abyss, seemingly attuned to his despair, responded with a transformative touch. The surroundings, once stagnant and oppressive, began to shift and change before him, trapping him in a perpetual cycle of witnessing his own tragic past unfold. Transported back to the age of six, Steven found himself amidst the warmth of familial joy, his parents' and his own expressions radiating happiness. Yet, even in the midst of this fleeting respite, the relentless cycle persisted, as if destiny reveled in replaying the moments that fueled the flames of his recurrent nightmares. Fighting against the inexorable pull of his haunting memories, Steven, like a slum-bound ghost, yearned for an end to the perpetual loop. The city's towers cast long shadows over his struggle, and the contrast between the opulence above and his desolation below fueled his determination for a better life. In the midst of this dire reality, Steven's path took an unexpected turn when he made the resolute decision to enlist in the military. The armed forces, a gateway to opportunity and escape from the slum's oppressive grasp, promised a chance to break free from the shackles of his impoverished past. Little did Steven know that his journey would extend far beyond the familiar streets of the slums. The military, equipped with advanced technology and knowledge of other dimensions, opened doors to realms previously unimaginable. As he explored new universes and studied the cosmic mysteries, Steven's quest for a better life evolved into a cosmic odyssey, challenging not only the limits of his physical existence but also the boundaries of reality itself. Throughout this transformative journey, Steven, emotionally reserved and scarred by the echoes of his past, found solace in the bonds forged amidst the trials of the military. Trust and love became the cornerstones of his emotional awakening, as he learned to unveil the layers of vulnerability hidden beneath his stoic exterior. As Steven navigates the interwoven tapestry of action, tragedy, romance, sci-fi, adventure, and dimensions, the narrative expands to reflect the complexity of his existence. The story, no longer confined to the limitations of the slums, becomes a symphony of emotions, echoing the resilient spirit of a young man determined to transcend the shadows of his past and embrace the limitless possibilities that unfold across the cosmic expanse.
BlackRaven_ · 117.7K Views

The Discarded Book 1

The Umbrae Lunae existed before man, beautiful abominations birthed in the nightmares of mad gods. They wait for humanity to misstep, for the angels to look away. For the moment when they can cloak the world in moon shadows once again. But even horrors have children. Even nightmares must feed. One child, unlike the others, finds his way to a school for young abominations. Will he be a sheep cast before the wolves, or a terror that wears the skin of wool to entice the wolf close? The flesh of his body was his only coin, strips cut to pay debts that never ended. Everyone has scars, stories in a life led, lessons learned, and licks taken. Luminous bodies touched by darkness. There are a cursed few that are the opposite, black shadows consumed by scars, twisted minds devoured by diseased hungers, bodies tortured misshapen works of gouged flesh, silver lines of blade thin cuts, ragged tears of teeth and glass. For them, the scars are marks of homecoming, the mangled wasteland the only place they feel at peace. Hell is a place. It's made of concrete, steel and glass. It's the sounds of starving kids crying themselves to sleep, huddling into small balls as creepers come and take their due of innocence and tender meat. It's eating rotten food and carrying ticks in your hair. It’s having no one and nothing while surrounded by everything. It's the life of a street kid. What abomination was birthed in the corrupt womb of man’s cast-off shit? Pretty people don't know the power of ugly. They can't see the strength in a broken soul or the power in a calloused heart. Those secrets are for the discarded alone. Only the broken understand the grace of darkness. The blessed folds that hide scars and tears, the protection of its concealing umbra.
UncleanSoul · 155.9K Views

Crown Prince's Chosen Bride

"I only need power to prove my father's innocence, not a marriage or stupid love." When Amira found out that her father will be serving life imprisonment for being accused of poisoning the king. She decided to take part in a bride-choosing competition where all the interested contestants were supposed to compete to become the crown prince's bride. Only one contestant will be chosen,the contestant who has what it takes to be the crown's bride and the next queen of Wylan kingdom.  Amira needs access to the power so that she can prove to the entire kingdom that her father is innocent and the only choice is to take part in the competition. ______ When Prince Zebulon looked at the contestants on his way to the event hall, he locked eyes with Amira, the girl he has been looking for his whole life. Prince Zebulon and Amira crossed paths in the castle when Amira was seven years old and Zeb was ten. They played together and Amira promised to come back, however, she never stepped foot in the castle again because her father who was the commander at that time asked her to stay away from the royal family. "They're animals disguise as human."Those were Amira's father words. Prince Zebulon had fell in love with Amira at first sight. What prince Zebulon didn't know was that Amira was commander Adonis's daughter who was accused of poisoning the king, Zeb's father. ____ " You finally fulfilled your promise."Prince Zeb's lips curved into a mischievous smile.He stepped towards Amira who stepped away from him. "Although it has been many years."He paused and tilted his head to the left, his lips twisting in annoyance. Amira sucked in a tight air when her back collided with the concrete wall, reminding her that she had nowhere to run too. Amira closed her eyes when Prince Zebulon moved his face dangerously close to hers. His warm breath fanned her cheeks, sending chills down her spine. "Tell me little Angel,did you miss me?"He said with a dangerously husky voice and brushed dark hair strands from Amira's face which made her to tremble slightly. "Or…did you come to poison me because I'm going to be the next king?"Zeb asked with a raised eyebrow, the corner of his lips curving into an amused smile. Amira froze when she heard his words,it seemed like time was moving in slow motion.
Kailykilimo · 33K Views

[BL] Sharehouse in the VIA

The VIA, a prestigious school filled will all sort of oddballs. Some are adapting, others are still filled with venom, some are happy, others cautious. The school is set in a world filled with different interspecies people forced to come to terms with finding peace amongst each other after an agreement. One cold and unapproachable vampire king, an overly annoyed creature, a small cute friendly yet dangerous merman, and a human find themselves living together in a sharehouse dorm located within the VIA property. Four boys with different species and personalities, along with clashing ideals live amongst each other trying to not only navigate school life but relationships with each other and simply trying to stay alive in the human’s case. With his species already going on extinction, being one of the few humans who remain, he needs to survive no matter what, but how can he when his roommates are literal magic entities who’s cough could kill him? ——————————————————————— “What a frail creature.” A man with long silvery white hair and ice blue eyes says before turning on his heel. He wore a long sleeve-like garment that nearly touched the floor when he walked and was stunning. His hair too, nearly reached the carpet of the rug he was standing on if it weren’t for the hairpieces in his head tying his hair up all the way. His body was much paler than the average person’s, leading him to believe that was very much not a human but a vampire. He couldn’t his fangs thanks to the sleeves over his mouth, but he had a feeling. “Ahem.” Someone coughed. ——————————————————————— Turning, he craned his neck again and saw a second man with grey-like hair and a blue streak at the top. That man was huge for a vampire but this one was much larger. He could see fangs and a tail. “Uhm, sorry.” He said while moving out of the way. Vampires do not have tails was his first instinct but he could not think of any other species. To be fair, humans do not often see other people since they do not leave the village. The man had striking red eyes and carried an air of confidence. ——————————————————————— His first impression was bad with not only one roommate, but the third as he wandered into the kitchen. A small child who had cotton candy pink hair with peach eyes and a thin body. “You don’t need to help me, idiot.” The boy said as he reached for a plate he had been trying to grab, taking him aback. Was that a fairy? Perhaps an elf by the looks but this child definitely didn’t seem in college. He was just trying to be nice! “Ah sorry, whoopsy!” The pink-haired boy said with a smile and it was like hearts were in his eyes. Did… he just do a personality change? ——————————————————————— a tragic comedy of school life mixed with romance. no concrete update schedule nor word-count. [bl] [slice-of-life] [campus] [roommates]
Euphorix_Vixlet · 13.7K Views

CAGED - A BILLIONAIRE STEPBROTHER ROMANCE BOOK 1

New York was like a different world- everyone here was so loud and fast; there was color and noise everywhere and the city seemed alive beneath my feet. I was in love with the city’s concrete beauty and its unashamed ugliness laid out for everyone to see. I could understand why everyone thought they could make it here- I felt like a part of something bigger; something magical. I couldn’t’ stop turning my face towards the sky and staring at the buildings rising majestically out of the ground- and that’s when some guy ran into me and spilled iced tea all over my shirt. I screamed as the cold liquid hit me, and indignantly faced my attacker who yelled “Stupid bitch- made me spill my tea!” before rushing away. Shit. Shit. Shit! I was close to tears as I pulled my shirt away from my skin, hoping I wouldn’t freeze to death in the ridiculously cold September weather. Onlookers sneered and continued on their way as I looked around while desperately trying to hide my very pronounced breasts through my suddenly see-through shirt- Of course this was happening to me on such an important day. I spotted a small sandwich shop across the street and ran over to it. A tall African-American woman stood behind the counter and smiled sympathetically as I explained what happened. She shook her head and said, “Don’t worry, love, you can use our restroom to wash that stain out. Try and use the hand-driers to dry it out too,” pointing towards a small unmarked door in the corner of the shop. I thanked her profusely and made my way into the crammed restroom, locking the door behind me and peeling off my shirt. Fuck New York. After I had washed and dried my shirt enough to make it vaguely presentable, I frowned at my bra-clad reflection and put the shirt back on, tucking it untidily back into my skirt. I hurried out of the shop after having thanked the woman again, almost late for my first day at college. My mother had recently taken up a post as the new dean at New York’s Savannah College of Liberal Arts, having deferred the job for a year while I was finishing high school in Virginia; she didn’t want to leave me and said that if she waited a year, I could attend Savannah and be with her in the big city. I was excited to be in New York, where I dreamed of studying creative writing- but being with Mom was a major downside. She was fiercely smothering, and wouldn’t let me do anything that normal girls do at college. So I had agreed to attend the college and move to the city- but only if I could get my own apartment.
Hirra_Hanif · 3.6K Views
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