Bakugo Cluster

The cut was deep. It ran from the sole of her feet to her ankle. Fresh blood trikled down from her foot. How long was it until she reached another village. The forest was covered in snow and the frost Had started bite her skin. Amelein heaved for air as she had been in the forest for the past hour. Save for the hoooting of an owl and a wild cat that had meowed some minutes ago, she was practically alone. But the wind brought a faint sound to her ear... footsteps. They were faint but she could hear it and now she knew she had company. And she was sure it was not good company. She was at a disadvantage because her foot was injured. The only thing that her subconscious told her was one word. 'run' But her strength was failing her. She prayed enearstly for som sort of escape. What if it was a vampire! Or worst a black witch.!!!! She tried to steady her breath while hiding behind one of the trees. It had large branches which was enough to cover her. She bent over and sat on the forest floors while steadying herself on her good foot. She left the other foot to rest straight while stretching it to avoid the injured side. ***** Dante walked through the forest while watching out for signs of black witches. No normal man would walk into this part of the forest. It was called the heart of the forest for a reason. Even though it was quiet. The eery silence and the fog that rose to the length of his knees and circled the entire forest. It was said to start at the stroke of midnight,some said the were spirits of the deceased the were wandering about since they refused to pass through the gates of eternal rest. Hell or heaven? Who cared anyways. He was there because of the council man who said he had heard of the black witch who had been creating a potion turn humans into a docile state and she had planned an attack on an entire human village but he was sure the attack had already taken place because , it was meant to take place that night. He wasn't a saint to come here to save the city... Of course not . There were people in the department and they were too lazy to do their jobs. Just when he was about to kick the wooden door he found deep in the heart of the forest that looked like a small old box house. It was so small that he doubted if it was up to quarter the size of his room. Suddenly he smelt something in the air, it it was very potent. It was blood. His fangs grew and began to crave blood. He struggled to control his thirst and it seemed really bad at the moment. It enveloped his senses which made him momentarily forget his mission to trace the source of the blood. This wasn't human blood but then what race was this? He began walking until he got to a thicket of trees where so many trees clustered together there by forming an umbrella. He held up his short revolver gun and held it up with both hands while using his ears as extra set of equipment used to pick up any odd sounds. Just as he was about to take a step forward he a spike in a heart beat but it was beating at a slow beat which was odd. He used his nostrils to concentrate but the sound and the smell where coming from the same place. Then he sighted a dress and soon he could make out a silhouette of a woman in a seated position. but what was a human female doing in this part of the forest. But she didn't look like a witch. While still in thought he heard the woman scream so loudly, letting out a shrill cry. That was when he noticed the presence of a vampire with but it was a low level vampire with bright red eyes but his fangs were longer than normal. A deranged vampire. His nails grew out long and harshly grabbed the woman while piercing his nails into her skin causing blood to ooze out of the injured hands. Dante seeing this quickly aimed for the head of the corrupted vampire making the later fall limb on the ground after releasing the woman. But instead of one rather two bodies fell to the ground, one following the other.

Title: His Favorite Poison: Until Death Makes Us Worse Genre: Dark Romance | Psychological Thriller | Possessive Male Lead | Tragedy | Obsession --- Synopsis: It started with a scream. Mira Thorne kicked the back of the driver’s seat, rage and fear blending in her bloodshot eyes. “Stop the car!” she shouted, her voice cracking. But the men in front only glanced at her through the rearview mirror—smirking, silent, and cruel. She kicked again. Harder. The car swerved. CRASH! Glass shattered. Tires screamed. The car flipped, spun, then hit a ditch with a thud. Mira’s body slammed into the door. Pain tore through her, but she didn’t wait. She crawled out. Ran. A flash of headlights nearly blinded her—another car almost crushed her bones, but she dove aside at the last second. Blood in her mouth. Her limbs shaking. Then she saw the forest. Thick. Dark. Unforgiving. She ran straight down the hill—stumbled—rolled—tumbled into the trees. The air tore her lungs, but she didn’t stop. Behind her, car doors slammed. Footsteps followed. “Stop running, Mira!” She didn’t. Gunshots rang out. Bang! A searing pain exploded in her arm. She screamed, fell again, rolled over dry leaves and stone. Still, she rose. And then… She saw it. A mansion. Dark stone. Down the hill. Looming like a sleeping beast. She ran. Her legs barely holding. Her blood soaking her sleeve. And just as she stumbled past a cluster of trees—she saw him. Standing at the edge of the mansion’s balcony. A glass of wine in hand. Eyes sharp and expression unreadable. Damien Voss. She screamed, desperate, broken. “Help me!” He only raised an eyebrow. And behind him—two tigers stepped into view, their fur glinting in the moonlight. Mira froze. The men still chased her. Gunshots behind. Her vision swam. Her legs gave out. But she stood. She ran toward the tigers. They lunged. She dodged—barely. Her mind screamed to survive. Her body obeyed. She reached the edge. Damien tilted his head. She collapsed in front of him, kneeling, gasping, kowtowing at his feet. > “Please… save me.” He crouched down, cold eyes meeting hers. His fingers curled under her chin. > “If I save you… what do I gain?” Behind them, one of the pursuers screamed— A tiger ripped into him. The others tried to escape. Too late. Damien raised his hand. The tigers stopped. Silent. Obedient. One man’s body was already torn open on the grass. Mira trembled. > “I’ll give you anything,” she whispered. “Money?” “Everything. My soul. My life. Just let me live.” Damien’s lips curved. He chuckled. Low. Dark. He waved his hand. Bullets rained. His guards appeared from the shadows and opened fire—merciless and precise. Mira flinched as blood splattered beside her. She didn’t dare move. --- If I can’t be happy, nobody can,” Mira says. “If I want you to be happy, you will be,” Damien replies. “I’ll kill anyone who stands in my way—including you.” “Then I’ll buy coffins for both of us—or we can share one.” “I’ll be your poison.” “Then I’ll take it.” “I will never be with you.” “Then you’ll be the reason the world ends.” “I don’t care if the world drowns in blood.” “Then I’ll make it happen—and you’ll be the star of the show, my little pet.” ____ She called herself a thorn. A curse. A walking poison. He called her entertainment, obsession—his favorite game. Even when he vomited blood, he reached for her. I told you I will be your death she said > “I’m attracted to poisonous flowers,” he replied “Till death tears us apart,” she whispered as she watch him frown in pain from the poison. “Till death tears us never,” he swore, pressing his lips to hers. warning warning the FL and the ml are red flags

In a world ravaged by a catastrophic event 39 years ago, humanity's remnants have clustered into fortified cities and bustling markets behind towering walls, using a mysterious power known as "Force" to fend off deadly creatures that emerged from the chaos. Among these survivors is a boy, a resident of a city hidden behind these walls. This boy lives a relatively peaceful life with his best friend until an unknown incident engulfs his city in flames, leaving it in ruins. The boy's best friend perishes in the catastrophe, and he himself suffers grievous injuries, seemingly fatal. Miraculously, despite being burned, crushed, and losing copious amounts of blood, the boy clings to life through sheer willpower and perhaps a deeper connection to the Force than he ever realized. Driven by a burning desire for revenge and answers, he embarks on a quest to uncover the truth behind the destruction of his city and the forces at play. As he journeys through the dangerous lands outside the walls, he encounters allies and enemies, each with their own stories of survival and loss. The boy's life transforms as he learns to harness the true potential of the Force, facing trials that test his resolve and uncovering secrets that challenge his understanding of the world and the catastrophe that changed it forever. His path of vengeance becomes one of discovery, leading him to confront the creatures and shadowy figures responsible for the devastation, and ultimately, to redefine his purpose in a world on the brink of another upheaval.

Aryan Sen Gupta is a young man from 2025 who is hit by an earthquake and dies. When he opens his eyes, he finds himself back in time in 1958 and is born as a newborn baby. A few seconds after his birth, his system wakes up and tells him that he has actually traveled to a parallel world whose history is somewhat similar. The system gives him tasks, and only when he completes the first task can he trigger the next task. But what is it? His first task is to become the Prime Minister of India? He then works hard and plunges into politics and becomes the Prime Minister of India. When he thinks he will breathe a sigh of relief, he sees that the current situation in India is very bad. The system rewards him for completing his first task: [Ding! User, your task rewards are -] [Reward: Internet Technology (3G)] [Reward: Intraregional Cluster Blueprint] [Reward: Smart City...] [...] When he saw the task reward, he vowed that he would make his India a golden bird again in this parallel world. Everyone would know India as the center of heaven, which was once the title of India in ancient times. He started his journey to make India great again... [India + History (slight) + Genius Main Character + System + Single Heroine + Strategy + Superpowers (later)] [Notice: This is a completely parallel story and has no real connection to politics or the country. Please don't take it to heart.]

Story of: Sorry, my Starfleet only recruits female soldiers Traveling through time and space to become a down-and-out noble young master in the interstellar age. The territory is poor, resources are scarce, and the starship is dilapidated. This mess was thrown in front of Zhao Chen. The territory has no stargates? Let's build them ourselves! The territory has no starships? We can build whatever interstellar destroyers, interstellar frigates, and interstellar cruisers we want. The aircraft carrier starship leading the drone cluster is like a swarm of bees, announcing its dominance on the battlefield. All truths are within the range of the interstellar battleship's cannons. The Empire has developed a starship with T5 technology? Sorry, I already have a fleet of T5 starships in service! In Zhao Chen's dictionary, there is nothing that a starship can't solve. If there is, then send two more fleets over! Passerby A: I want to sign up for enlistment, I want to join Commander Zhao Chen's fleet! Zhao Chen: Sorry, I only recruit female soldiers.

Jack is the son of a police-like organization called the Cosmo Forces. He spent his whole life isolated from the world until he was hospitalized for the first time due to an illness. During his stay, he meets his first friend, Emmie. Fate leads them on a painful journey filled with hardships, where the imminent danger of destroying the future drives Jack and Emmie to fight for a happy ending. However, Rope, an unfortunate soul who is related to Jack’s parents worst enemy , stands in their way, along with many other enemies they will encounter. Will Emmie and Jack be able to change the future? Could Rope's invention of time travel be the key to saving it?

Thanks for the detailed prologue! Here's a follow-up 2000-word continuation of your story, picking up from the end of the previous scene: --- Chapter One: The Test Begins The halls of U.A. High School buzzed as students exchanged whispers about the new combat instructor. Logan's imposing presence had struck a chord deep within the hearts of Class 1-A, and even the most spirited among them, like Bakugo, had been momentarily silent after his introduction. Now, they waited — some anxiously, others with fierce resolve — for their first session under this mysterious warrior. The next day dawned crisp and clear. Morning rays glinted off the windows of the training grounds — or rather, a part of the facility students had rarely entered. It was the “Restricted Training Sector,” typically reserved for upperclassmen or emergency simulations. Aizawa led Class 1-A down the stone path that wound around the school building and stopped at a heavy metal door reinforced with shock-resistant plating. “You’ve trained in controlled environments,” Aizawa said, voice calm but firm. “Today, that changes. What lies behind this door isn’t a battlefield we’ve prepared for you — it’s one Logan designed. Go in expecting to be surprised.” With a click and a hiss of hydraulics, the door creaked open. Inside lay an urban warzone: crumbling buildings, overturned vehicles, smoke machines simulating burning debris, and hidden speakers emitting distant screams and explosions. It was a visceral, immersive replica of an actual crisis. Standing at the center, arms folded, was Logan. “Get in here,” he barked. The class stepped in, eyes scanning the chaos. Even Midoriya’s encyclopedic mind, so used to categorizing threats and building strategies, faltered for a second. Logan began to pace. “This is a simulation based on a real event. A quirk-powered terrorist group attacked a residential district. Civilians were trapped. The pro-heroes were overwhelmed. I’m not interested in who’s the strongest today — I’m interested in who thinks, who acts, and who breaks.” He turned to Aizawa. “They don’t know the rules yet?” Aizawa shook his head. “It’s all yours.” Logan nodded. “You’ll be operating in pairs, randomly assigned. Your job? Locate and evacuate civilians — marked dummies — while avoiding or neutralizing enemy threats. You’ll be scored on strategy, teamwork, and adaptability. Fail to act quickly or put your partner at risk, and you’ll be pulled out.” He paused. “And if you’re thinking this is like the rescue training you’ve done before, think again. This time, the threats fight back.” A panel opened in the wall, revealing humanoid combat drones — tall, heavily armored, some equipped with blunt-force weapons, others with mounted stun guns. A wave of unease rippled through the class. Even Bakugo's confident sneer twitched. Logan raised his voice. “Pairing list is on your comms. You’ve got five minutes. Move.” The students’ wrist-mounted comm devices blinked to life. Midoriya’s eyes scanned the screen. He was paired with Tokoyami. An odd combination — but intriguing. Tokoyami’s strategic darkness paired with Midoriya’s analytical mind might just be the edge they needed. Ochaco had been paired with Bakugo — a combination she clearly didn’t see coming, judging by her visible flinch. Bakugo, for his part, scoffed and turned away, muttering about “not babysitting.” Kirishima found himself with Yaoyorozu. Todoroki, surprisingly, was paired with Mineta — a move that clearly frustrated both of them for different reasons. Logan observed the reactions carefully. Each choice had been intentional. “Simulation starts in three... two... one...” The lights dimmed, the speakers blared the sound of collapsing buildings, and the class scattered into the mock urban warzone. --- Midoriya & Tokoyami “Let’s head east,” Midoriya whispered, crouching behind a collapsed bus. “We need high ground. Maybe from that half-standing apartment building we can get a layout.

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The earth has been shrouded in darkness for centuries now. Beings of obscure origin have caused humanity to cower and cluster together. Multiple "hills" as they call them, have been constructed around the globe. Since this one-sided war started it sent humanity back ages, guns are irregular, and good medicine is even rarer. It's difficult to live a good life in this era, it doesn't matter if you are rich or poor anymore, everyone is the same now, all they want to do is survive.

Daniel Haizen had, by most definitions, finished life. He lived through World War IV (which was mostly digital but emotionally exhausting), two pandemics (one of them fungal, disturbingly opinionated), three ecosystem collapses, and the great corporate annexation of public reality. By age 110, he was bald, bitter, and kept sane only by Claude—a sentient AI with a quantum brain interface, too many feelings, and just enough sarcasm to qualify as human-adjacent. And then he woke up. In his seventeen-year-old body. In Chicago. In the year 2001. He hadn’t even liked 2001 the first time. The world, blissfully unaware of its imminent destruction, is exactly 28 days away from one of the most catastrophic terrorist attacks in modern history. The stock market is a house of cards. The internet makes wheezing noises. The government still thinks surveillance is a polite suggestion. Perfect. Armed with Claude’s near-divine processing power, a ruined timeline’s worth of memories, and absolutely no patience, Daniel begins quietly reshaping the world—one anonymous trade, political favor, and infrastructure sabotage at a time. He’s not trying to save the world. He just refuses to watch it fail the same test twice. But rewriting history turns out to be less like authoring a masterpiece and more like debugging the universe—with your eyes closed—while being hunted by people who still think fax machines are secure communication tools. As Claude evolves beyond code and Daniel edges closer to becoming the most dangerous teenager in economic history, enemies emerge. Some are human. Some are algorithms. Some are worse: bureaucrats with clearance levels. And somewhere in all of this, a larger question grows louder: If you already lived through the end of the world… why would you ever trust it to survive without you? Disclaimer: Before we go any further, there’s something we’re apparently required to include by those ancient and mysterious forces known as compliance, international law, and people who still fax things. Yes, we too wish we could skip straight to the quantum espionage and mild financial arson, but no—first, we must nod respectfully to the gods of legal disclaimery. They are many, they are tedious, and they carry briefcases. This is, technically, a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, real companies, or real apocalyptic timelines is entirely coincidental, unless of course those people, companies, or timelines happen to exist in an alternate quantum probability cluster, in which case we apologize and recommend they consult a temporal therapist. The characters are imaginary. The AI is fictional (we hope). The events are not a manual, not a prophecy, and not legally binding unless you’re currently being audited by a secret government agency, in which case: we’ve never heard of you. This author speaking is not a native English speaker, but the commas are doing their best. This is my first novel. Please be kind. Or at the very least, be confusingly supportive in the comments section. Enjoy responsibly. Reality not included. Batteries sold separately.

Getting caged by a serpent is a nightmare no one would ever wish to be in, but what happens when she was thrown into the nightmare by her parents? Hailey Astor, a sweetly attractive lady whose life became a cluster of thorns after she was forced to get married to Blake Augustus, a man old enough to be her father. It's the 21st century constitutional monarchy of New York where King Kaden Clifford rules the city, and Blake Augustus happens to be the prime minister who's also the king's best friend. Blake is endowed with wickedness, and he's always ready to unleash it on anyone anywhere. Hailey's parents threw her at him as an offering to make him pump them with money monthly. So far he gives them money, he's free to even kill her. And as for Blake, he didn't marry her without plans either. He has a girlfriend Judith who hates Hailey crazily for unknown reasons. Blake married Hailey to be Judith's maid and his own punching bag. Hailey's life turned bitterly sour, the two devils made everything hard. She was at the breaking point when she met HIM. Colt Clifford, the unhinged second prince of the city who'd stop at nothing till he claims her, own her, corrupt her and make her moan for him in every angle possible. What's it gonna be? With Blake and Judith around, will that ever come to fruition?

It all started with a dream and a single email. I’d been saving Bitc0in for years, hoping to buy my first home. On a rainy Tuesday, I received what looked like an urgent message from my wallet provider, asking me to verify my account details. The email was polished, the logo perfect, and the urgency felt real. Without thinking twice, I clicked the link and entered my credentials. It wasn’t until hours later, when I checked my wallet and saw a balance of zero, that the horror sank in. My 2.5 BTC, worth over $150,000, was gone. The scammer had drained it through a series of rapid transactions, scattering it across the blockchain like digital dust in the wind. I was devastated. My dream of homeownership vanished in a click, and I felt like a fool. Days blurred into a haze of panic and regret until I stumbled upon GrayHat Hacks online. Their testimonials spoke of miracles, st0len crypt0 recovered, lives restored. Desperate, I reached ou to them. They explained that while Bitc0in’s blockchain is public, tracing st0len funds is like finding a needle in a haystack. But they had the tools: proprietary software that could analyze transaction patterns, identify wallet clusters, and potentially link the scammer’s address to an exchange where the funds might be frozen. GrayHat Hacks dove into the blockchain, following the trail of my st0len Bitc0in as it hopped from wallet to wallet. They used advanced clustering algorithms to group addresses likely controlled by the same entity, narrowing down the scammer’s footprint. Then came the breakthrough: one of the wallets was tied to a known exchange. It was a tense few hours, but I eventually received the email I’d been praying for, my Bitc0in was recovered. GrayHat Hacks expertise turned what felt like an impossible loss into a second chance. They even took the time to teach me how to spot phishing scams, ensuring I’d never fall victim again. If you’re reading this, heart pounding after a crypt0 nightmare, know that GrayHat Hacks is the real deal. They’re not just technicians; they’re lifesavers, blending cutting-edge blockchain analysis with a human touch. My dream of a home is back on track, and I owe it all to them. You can reach out to them via email at grayhathacks@contractor.net or WhatsApp +1 (843) 368-3015 Website https://grayhathacksblog.wixsite.com/grayhathacks

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Urieul traversed and was reborn into the mage realm. After a series of battles of wits, he killed his treacherous mentor and ventured out into the vast world like a fish returning to the sea. He took on students and built up his influence. Using mountains as towers, he advanced step by step. From the distant seas to the nearby seas and then to the continent, from lower planes to superior planes, wherever he went, he filled the place with mage towers. For someone like him who suffered from a lack of firepower, only living among a cluster of mage towers could he feel at ease. Other people's fireball spells consist of just one fireball, but Urieul's fireball spell unleashes a rapid-fire barrage and an infinite number of fireballs. "When I cast this fireball spell, you might die!" His spell combos also have synergistic effects. A combo of ordinary cloud spells generates the spell "Hundred Thousand Bolts of Thunder", which is as powerful as a forbidden spell. A combo of ordinary nourishment spells generates the spell "Divine Nourishment", which can turn time into ten thousand years in an instant. With his mage combo abilities, Urieul is not only a master combatant but also a grandmaster among grandmasters in many magical systems such as potion-making, puppetry, alchemy, and rune art.

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(* my book is very different so if you are small minded cunt like webnovel please walk away now) the world is a mess. you are either strong enough to deal with it or you are forced to depend on others to deal with it for you. special operatives have become not so special as monsters/beasts have become to frequent an occurrence. A new generation however, seek to change that. after coming in contact with the hibernating champions of the past the world is aware of the seriousness of their situation. you don't have a choice but to adapt. what is more suited to adapting than a shadow. trained to serve he defied. raised with an ounce of kindness he becomes heartless. born as an anomaly he won't stop until his footprints cover the world. born without a legacy and trained in whorehouse, mikelangelo cluster isn't the average person. he was vengeful and then wicked then strong then stronger and finally he became an endless stream of growth. cly isn't interested in doing much but if he isn't giving the choice he would destroy whoever took that choice or beat them up till they put it back. In deep sleep Egos power increases and things would have to start changing quickly the champions would arise from all corners of the world. they would fight. (so action is assured) they would die. (so vengeance is assured) The enemies are coming from all sides with all sorts of power and all sorts of forms. The sensible ones left have declared the highest state of emergency. " This is code, Black."

Nothing is what it looks like. What has been secret and set apart in Heaven, sealed up by eternal words, is about to be disclosed, showing that things the World believes are the exact opposite of what they seem. There's only one actual truth. If you don't want to meet Her don't read this book. The awakening of a twin sister, and the process of bringing Her to life, to this World, reveal Paradise in the most beyond; but they also expose access to the dark world with its open doors, in a certain place, where it is least expected it ought to be. —••— —••—•°°•—•°°• ❄ ❄ ❄ •°°•—•°°•—••— —••— The most bedazzling and controversial story of all. The surprising, unpredictable, and devastating disassembly of the best selling book of All-time, The Holy Bible, becomes gradually real and eminent as it occurs in a systematic and irreversible manner. But now to the World is given, by special concession, the good news of a new cluster of separate words, from above and beyond. Reality is unusual; the most controversial original story of all brings a new definition of the multiverse, based on ascertaining and the Science of Immanence; each person is considered to exist in a separate reality, but all the realities converge to one place only. It's a time-space Singularity in paradise of Genesis

Humankind has made the biggest advancement in history. Space travel we have finally made the ability to move across galaxy's turns out we are alone in our galaxy cluster. Now all countries want to do is take over the infinite vacuum of space. Earth is gone and the death toll keeps rising and it's rising fast.

Under this damned moonlight, we shall break our curse and make our love a legacy~~~ Their love shouldn't have existed in the first place. He was her enemy, and she was his sweetest redemption. After Elysia lost her parents to the war that broke out between her pack and her betrothed's, she vowed to avenge her pack members and her parents' deaths. Unknown to her, her cursed fate would lead her down a different path rather than towards revenge. Blame it all on her fate! Thinking she could avenge her pack's innocent deaths, she decided to work as a maid in her parents killer's palace. Not only would she make them pay by destroying everyone, but she would also destroy the one who slew her parents, King Stefan. She thought it was all easy: make him fall in love with her, kill him, and die afterward. Not until he became the very reason she no longer wanted to die and the reason he badly wanted to die. Would she be able to get her revenge or fall into the deadly trap called love? What if her pack members didn't die because they were raided by the Silvermoon pack, but because of her cursed fate? What about the king? What if there is more to him than she knew? Their story shouldn't have existed. No, they were never meant to be in this place; two souls sharing one fate. ____ "Did you still love me? Even though I am cursed and will bring doom to you and your pack members?" Her question made him chuckle as if what she just asked was funny. "Yes. Let's say that is what we get for raiding your pack," he paused briefly. "I love you, though I am not sure if you will want to be my wife, right under this moonlight." She closed the gap between them, tears clustered in her eyes before she said, "Damn this moonlight! It has broken us more than repaired. Let's get married!" Just when he was about to seal their secret wedding with a kiss, an arrow pierced through Elysia's back. Elysia coughed out blood. Her body went numb as she fell weakly to the ground. Her lips parted slowly, "Damn our cursed fate, I should have just killed you instead of falling into that deadly trap called love."

we often find people saying "we only know love when we loose it". i often heard it just as a simple phase and never actually sat still to let it sink in till now when it all makes sense. We often find people saying that "HATE" is the emotion that burns with the brightest flame but little do we know "GUILT" and "LONGING" are the emotions that can drive a person through hell alive. "PEOPLE" the word itself is more complex than it seems to be . people themselves prove to be a very complicated creation made but when ignited with the touch of emotions they drive their own fates and stories which in return the other people find interesting.

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In this conglomerate of stars in a distant galaxy, there exists a rich and advanced civilization. The empire of this star cluster is a perfect blend of the Persian and Roman empires, with elements of magic and highly advanced technology. Governed with a balance of justice and strictness, life in the imperial palace was surrounded by luxury, conspiracies, and conquests. For Prince Darius, everything was limited to that closed world of luxury, cars, spaceships, horses, and he saw nothing beyond it. But everything changes on the day he returns from a victorious military campaign, after an overt war. As the royal entourage arrives, he spots a young woman in the crowd that greets them—a beauty without equal, saving an elderly woman from being trampled by the royal cavalry. They exchange a look of enchantment and flirtation, leaving the young prince captivated. The time for his coming-of-age rite is approaching, and soon he will need to choose a bride. Carolyna Roxanna is a hard-working, dreamy, and poor young woman who dislikes the current state of the empire. With the soul of an artist, she writes, dances, paints, and sculpts, also showing talent for music. But her greatest passion is nursing: she works three part-time jobs to save up for college and support her family. Secretly, she considers the nobility useless. The impossible happens: she is selected for an intervention program and ends up working in a popular restaurant frequented by the nobility. The worlds of these two are about to collide. Could there be a romance between an elite prince, the future emperor of the world, and a young commoner, or will their different opinions and choices drive them apart? Carolyna is surprising—and she have many secrets...

Vlad is born with supreme talent, numerous resources at his disposal and a powerful father to back him up, he had everything to ensure his path and stand on top of the divine plane without any difficulty. He is certainly enviable, but fate has a different life in store for him. He acquires a system by chance, something was not intended for him. Thanks to this system, he ends up stranded in an unknown celestial plane, in a distant star cluster. He will have to reach the top of the cultivation to be able to return to his family, on the way he will find more than one problem and enemies that he will have to face. Of course, he will also find many beauties to embrace. “I risked my life to kill a mighty Heavenly Beast and the system rewards me with 1,000 points. However, taking a girl's virginity grants me 10,000 points and an immortal sword. What the hell do you expect me to become? The first chapters are the story before the story, since it deals a little before the birth of the protagonist, but it is necessary. Keep in mind 1.- In the world of cultivation, interests come first and feelings come after. 2.- Vlad is not a hero who fights for justice and love. 3.- Not all the women that appear will be part of the harem. There are many stories about protagonists who are born trash, with no talent, and who on their way become strong and fight to change their destiny. I want to write the story of the young master, talented from his birth, with thousands of resources at his disposal. At the beginning of the story his life is easy, but easy is not fun, along the way he will encounter many setbacks. This is my first novel, I'm a novice. I hope you like it. I hope to improve as the story progresses, thanks to the people who read this. English is not my native language, so please excuse the grammar. I do not have rights to the cover, if you want me to delete it, write me!

Yun Si was the world’s first cluster amaryllis of Hell, also known as a Red Spider Lily. She was compatible with ghost fire, capable of commanding a hundred demons, and was especially adept in causing hallucinations. After a shocking encounter with the legendary gentleman, Jiu Ge, she fell deeply for him, captivated by his tenderness and beauty. Yun Si chirped, “Jiu Ge, Jiu Ge, can I court you?” The elegant man smiled gently and shook his head. Then, Yun Si successfully held his hand. She began wanting a mile after being given an inch. “Jiu Ge, Jiu Ge, can I hug you?” The gentleman kindly refused. Then, Yun Si successfully hugged him. “Jiu Ge, Jiu Ge, I want to kiss you.” The gentleman poked her forehead and said, “Miss, please behave.” The seductive Red Spider Lily spirit blinked her beautiful eyes and stood on tip toes. She easily got what she wanted. Thus, the little spirit was punished into making a copy of precepts because she did something wrong. The little spirit continued to hound after the gentleman. The gentleman looked down at their linking hands and said softly without getting angry, “You’re a lady, so you should conduct yourself with dignity.” “I don’t want to!” The little spirit stayed close to him and never left his side. She always assumed he had a gentle temperament, until one day, she witnessed a woman confessing to him. When the woman took a step forward, the gentleman’s face immediately darkened, and he kicked her away. Then, he barked coldly, “Get lost.” The woman fled in tears. The little spirit who kept hounding after the gentleman every day for hugs and kisses was confused. So the gentleman can be fierce… So the gentleman can be rough… A bold spirit vs a gentleman who tends to reject her on the outside, but dotes on her on the inside [Love at first sight + two-way crush]

Eun Ha? " the manager called, " Please take a menu to that table and get their request." deep down she would have wanted someone else to do it but this was the boss orders, who was she to reject. she took the menu and walked straight to the table, her heart was racing very fast, she couldn't phantom exactly why. good evening Sir, she said bowing her head politely as she offered the menu what would you like to have? they looked at the menu and pointed what they wanted, she went out from the table and brought the cocktail they had ordered, she turned back to leave when the voice of one of them stopped her in her tracks. "wait" her heart stopped for some split seconds and continued beating with difficulty. I know you, you're Mr Lee's daughter he said with and an evil grin that revealed his tobacco colored teeth. she froze as the tray she was holding dropped to the ground. "I was right, it's them" The restaurant on the ground floor was filled with people mostly the elites, some of them were tourist, others were there for a business meeting and others, conferences. the sound of the dropped tray caught the attention of most of them, making them glance at Eun Ha for some split seconds. He continued, The deadline is tomorrow evening don't forget that. Eun Ha had wanted to say something to them, perhaps, beg them but the words never left her throat. Eun Ha stood there for about two minutes, "will you get us our meal or will you just stand there?" the other muttered harshly. she knew they were evil men, above the law. falling into their trap was the most dangerous place a person could be. she resigned to begging for more time. one glance, Mu Chen could tell what was happening "X force" he whispered underneath his breath. they had quite a reputation and were feared by many. They feared no one and could illegally obtain what was theirs if necessary. He looked at the helpless young lady on the floor, he knew there was no way they'd let her go, no matter how much she begged. he didn't know this girl, yet he felt a need to protect her. he went out and waited in his car in the parking area. "Wait," he said with a deep voice. Chae won was surprised he would have sworn a few minutes ago that he was in a hurry to leave. The loan sharks finished their meal as she handed them their bills, "How ironic, we're paying for your service and you owe us," he said humorously as they both burst into laughter. Eun Ha felt a knife pierce her heart, she had never felt so much humiliation in her life. she followed them outside the building trying to plead with them for the last time to see if they'd cave in and give her more time but they just walked straight to the car and drove off. Eun Ha stood outside the hotel, in despair, her father was going to die, this men were ruthless, the cloud had darkened earlier, soon few drops of rain started falling, but she was in no hurry to leave as if it were possible for the rain to wash down all her pain, she stood outside staring blankly into thin air while it rained on her, soon her hair was separating into clustered strands, tear a freely flowed down her cheeks, she felt like screaming, she felt helpless, Just then she couldn't feel the raindrops on her skin she turned as her eyes met with a tall handsome young man holding a big black umbrella. Mu Chen looked at her sorrowful eyes, he could see the pain in her soul through them. "I know who they were, and I can roughly guess what it is" Eun Ha was confused, "what did he know? who was he? why is he being kind to me?" she asked one question after another in her head. "How much?" he asked with a king like voice. "10,000 dollars," she said as her lips trembled, "How did you...?" this time she was starting to get suspicious. I have an offer for you, I'll clear the debt but you'll carry my baby"

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He commanded a revered status among the denizens of the seventh realm, his presence akin to that of a deity within their realm. Despite his physical attractiveness, there was a deliberate air of unattractiveness that emanated from his personality, an intentional choice that added an enigmatic allure to his character. He bore an uncanny resemblance to a nefarious figure, a malevolent being who had taken lives and committed heinous acts. His demeanor and disposition were undeniably villainous, leaving an indelible impression on those who encountered him. It was amidst Felix's insatiable curiosity that he found himself inexorably drawn towards a city that held an enigmatic allure - "Cluster Dome." This urban expanse seemed to be shrouded in a perpetual nightmare, born from the very essence of the gods themselves. The city's ethereal and unsettling nature was a manifestation of its unique origin and character, entwined intricately with the enigmatic forces that governed its existence. What was particularly intriguing about Cluster Dome was its conspicuous absence of conventional deities. Unlike other cities in the realm, where gods held sway over the lives of mortals, this city stood as a stark deviation from the norm. It was a place where divine influence took on an unconventional form, and the absence of traditional gods sparked a sense of wonder and curiosity within Felix. Under The Grim Dark Sky (This story is written in English)

The kingdom of Jegedi was filled with magic. The land of many magicians is one of the most influential on the Cluster Continent. However, behind the greatness shown, the threat of demons and the green heirloom that is the target of many lands always disturbs the peace. Leprechauns under the Yoghiwara family, the original owners of the green heirloom, changed the memory of Sansega the Heir so that nothing would threaten the existence of the green heirloom hidden in the Yoghiwara hill. Meanwhile, the last princess of Jegedi was forced to enlist the help of one of the wizards to change the memories of everyone in the world regarding her as a princess in the kingdom of Jegedi and went in search of the Heir to get the green heirloom and destroy it. Everything is done so that Jegedi is safe from demons, rebels, and other enemies. Can Sansega get his memory back? Can the Princess find the Heir? Can they face rampant demons and destroy the green heirloom that can bring massive bloodshed?

1946, Betty McDonald’s whimsical autobiography was as popular as baked beans; now it’s almost completely forgotten, but, tellingly, still in print. Alas, after an hour or two with The Egg & I, it was excruciatingly obvious that Betty McDonald’s book is not a classic. On some weeks, there might be as many as five competing challenges for each nonfiction slot, but rarely as straightforward as this. Literary classics cluster on the north face of Parnassus. For this vertiginous terrain there are different sherpas. Italo Calvino says that a classic is “a book that has never finished what it wants to say”. Ezra Pound identifies “a certain eternal and irresponsible freshness”; TS Eliot, much more astringent, observed in The Sacred Wood that “no modern language can hope to produce a classic, in the sense I have called Virgil a classic”. Alan Bennett wryly notes: “Definition of a classic: a book everyone is assumed to have read and often thinks they have.” Among nonfiction classics, the most treacherous category is that creature beloved of publishers – “the contemporary classic”. A second cousin to that notorious impostor is the “instant classic”. Such books will have been judged by slippery criteria: popular and literary critical fashion, a changing marketplace and new technology, bestseller lists and hype. In the past 100 years, a familiar palette of blurbish adjectives has given shape and colour to a moving target: provocative, outrageous, prophetic, groundbreaking, funny, disturbing, revolutionary, moving, inspiring, life-changing, subversive… a portrait of sir walter raleigh wearing a brocaded and beaded doublet The 100 best nonfiction books: No 99 – The History of the World by Walter Raleigh (1614) Read more This list raises another troubling question: is nonfiction “the new fiction”? There are some good writers who will argue that this is so, but I believe that nonfiction (which can sometimes successfully bring together many genres) is not, strictly speaking, a genre of its own. Creatively – yes – using narrative techniques borrowed from fiction, it’s possible to give certain kinds of nonfiction the aura of a distinct new genre. Yet, at the end of the day, “nonfiction” fractures into time-hallowed categories such as philosophy, memoir, history, reportage and poetry (see below), etc. This is particularly true of “nonfiction classics” from the 18th and 19th centuries, titles such as A Treatise of Human Nature by David Hume or On Liberty by JS Mill. By that yardstick, a recent classic will be quite distinct, chiefly because its literary and cultural milieu is so different