Banana Splitter Pickaxe

[COMPLETE || WARNING: MATURE CONTENT 21+ // Watch Me Burn Them For You] "And if someday you see me, remember to forget my name, or karma will bow." **** For Awuor’s power, her people had done the unthinkable, in the history of werewolves. Her beta and brother, Dom, murdered their mother, the Sicario luna and blamed it on Awuor. In his grief, her father didn't bother to try and find out the truth, instead, for murdering her mother, he gave his daughter the worst punishment any alpha could ever get. He banished her from home, but Awuor’s wasn’t the usual banishment. Her father neither stripped her of the alpha title, nor did he make her a rogue. Instead, Alpha Sicario forced Awuor to be an exiled alpha, a woman so powerful, but with no one to rule over. Her mate, Jer, a power-hungry bastard, stepped up to rule the Sicario pack, since Awuor, the reigning alpha, was away, and Jer never once sought her out. Just like everyone else, he had betrayed her when he claimed a different woman, without rejecting Awuor. As the gates of Sicario closed on her, as her people watched her in disgust and disappointment, the daughter of Sicario had just one thought. A PROMISE of destruction & vengeance; she would ruin them all. *** [EXCERPT] "Either you're from the Dawson pack, the Bluemoon pack, or the Sicario pack, because you're definitely not from our Greyson pack. You must have done something really stupid for your alphas to banish you, even though you have no scent of the ferals. "So that could mean you're not a feral, but you're certainly not that important to your people. You seem to have an attitude and reek of power, that's why you don't appreciate anyone talking to you like a regular wolf. "But all of that doesn't matter right now, because you are the unwanted little wolf. The girl without a home, the rejected wolf who can't be claimed by anyone else. You're dressed in banana leaves because you have no clue how to make proper clothing on your own. "— or even check the feral cloth reservoir on the west of this forest. The fact that you have stayed so close to the other three packs is because you don't want to be away from home and are somehow hoping that they'd want you back. "Allow me to spell it out for you and make it easier for your probably useless brain to understand, little wolf, no one wants you. I'm only taking you to my alpha because your presence here is a nuisance to us, and for some reason, the alpha is interested in you. "And before you get any ideas about mates and whatnot, our alpha is already mated. So will you get up on your own, or do we have to take you stripped? Because I for one have no problem doing that. We could just treat you like the rogue that you're not," Adolf said to Awuor who still had her angry smirk on.

In a world shattered by catastrophe, survival is a daily battle against the unforgiving environment and monstrous creatures roaming the land. Aksha, possessing no memories of his past, sets out on a journey to uncover the truth of the world and himself. Maribel Ashford leads a group of soldiers while haunted by her past and the search for someone dear to her. Meanwhile, Saren finds herself traveling with a man burdened by guilt. As they navigate a dangerous and desolate world, the truth of their intertwined fates begins to unravel, revealing the dark secrets of a broken world, themselves, and the monsters that haunt it.

The world was thrust into an unprecedented and catastrophic calamity. Strange, monstrous beings—seemingly from another world—emerged through sudden, unprovoked portals that tore into the sky. There was no warning, no sign, not even the faintest clue of their arrival. They came without mercy, spreading chaos, destruction, and death wherever they set foot. For five long years, the world struggled against these horrors. Civilizations crumbled, armies fell, and hope withered. Finally, a group of brave individuals managed to stand against the tide, fighting tooth and nail for what remained. Their final battle was their greatest, but it ended in tragedy. Hope slipped from their grasp as defeat came, inevitable and complete. Just as all seemed lost, our protagonist is thrust into a strange twist of fate. Sent back in time to the day of his birth, his memories of the past five years are hazy, fragmented at best. With little recollection of the war, the struggle, or the betrayal that led to defeat, he faces a choice: will he let history repeat itself, allowing the inevitable to play out once more? Or will he seize this second chance to alter his fate and fight back against the forces that destroyed everything? Only time will tell what path he will choose.

Set in the late 1950s, Just Focus On Me is a poignant queer tale inspired by beloved titles such as Nana, Banana Fish, Heartstopper, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, and Fellow Travelers. Through the journals of Victoria Payne and Jane Myers, we follow their journey alongside their friends as they navigate the complexities of love and self-acceptance.
 Amid societal expectations and the weight of religious trauma, Victoria and Jane must confront their feelings for each other while grappling with the pressures of conformity. As they explore the true meaning of love, they learn to embrace their identities and support one another in a world that often feels hostile, discovering that that love is not just about romance; it's about friendship, acceptance, and the courage to be true to oneself.

"Alright, listen up, you ungrateful peasant readers. Yeah, you, sitting there, thinking you know better than me about my story. Just because I threw in a little—just a little—plot armor, everyone loses their minds. Like, come on, you dumbshit! It's my novel. If I want my characters to survive an apocalypse by tripping over a conveniently placed banana peel, then so be it. Go ahead, call it lazy writing. Call it bullshit. But I know you love it. You can’t get enough of my endless, godlike creativity. And don’t you dare pretend otherwise." That was what I just typed in a fit of rage before pressing enter and sending it out as an announcement. They will rage, I knew. They will be infuriated, obviously. But I was living for that. However, then… this one weird comment pops up, it says, “Wanna change the storyline of billions of novels with your plot armor?” "Great, another joker." But whatever. I’m intrigued. So I click. And, holy hell, my computer screen goes haywire, flashing like a rave in a mental asylum. A shadowy figure appears, all mysterious and ominous, like it's ripped straight out of one of my more “experimental” chapters. And before I can blink, it says, “Welcome to the Plot Armor Agency. Your services are required. Your task: Rewrite reality.” Plot Armor Agency Server : https://discord.gg/bZJ5v6jA8B Also on RoyalRoad.

With the oppression of the Twelve Major Races, who can rise to power? Against the tides and waves of fate, what could remain standing? With a pickaxe in his hands, Zael splattered blood as he tried his best to mine Arcane Crystals. How could he have known that his life would suddenly turn around? In this world of Runes and Arcane, Zael, the last Celestial, bore the fate of his entire race. As his final kin died, the Gift of his race activated, granting him the memories of his entire lineage. Driven by pain and suffering felt by countless generations, how would he fare in his quest to found a new world?

As it has been sade folks this is a story of a monkey and a banana, no spoilers . WARNING:Take great caution when reading this work, thank-you

Buckle up, space cowboys! We're about to embark on a wild ride through the cosmos that'll make your head spin faster than a pulsar. Our intrepid pilot thought they were in for a smooth cruise between star systems, but boy, were they wrong! One minute they're cruising through subspace, the next - WHAM! Their ship's split in two like a cosmic banana split. But here's the kicker: half the ship (and half the pilot!) materializes in a world of high-tech gadgetry, while the other half lands in a realm where magic rules supreme. Talk about being in two places at once! Our discombobulated pilot, now with a serious case of interdimensional jet lag, gets rescued by a group calling themselves the "Knights." Don't expect shining armor though - these folks are more into mining than jousting. They do, however, sport some nifty mech suits that would make any medieval knight green with envy. Why the heavy-duty gear, you ask? Well, in one world, they're dodging dinosaurs on steroids, while in the other, they're fending off magical beasts that look like they've stepped right out of a fantasy novel gone wrong. As our hero(es) settle into their new double life, mining manganese nodules on one side and magical stones on the other, they think they've got it made. But hold onto your helmet, because space pirates, cosmic anomalies, and mysterious forces are about to turn their world(s) upside down! Who knew being torn in half could lead to such an exciting life? Strap in, folks - this split-personality space opera is about to take off!

``` El amor es una espina —traspasar el corazón causa dolor, y sacarla causa sangrado—. Pero incluso las cicatrices más antiguas se curarán gradualmente con el tiempo. ```

L'amour est une épine, transperçant le cœur il cause de la douleur, et le retirer provoque des saignements. Mais même les cicatrices les plus anciennes finiront par guérir au fil du temps.

Max’s life takes an absurd nosedive when he dies during a marathon—not from exhaustion or injury, but from slipping on a banana peel and crashing into a dog, all because the Grim Reaper was too busy on a date to collect his soul on time. If that wasn’t ridiculous enough, his funeral is a rush job, with Max being buried almost before he’s cold. It’s like the world couldn’t wait to move on without him. In the Netherworld, Max is offered a “sorry for killing you by mistake” compensation in the form of a magical fruit. But instead of playing it safe, Max decides to go big or go home and grabs the Forbidden Fruit, which turns out to be a cosmic-level power-up. Reincarnated on a faraway planet, Max quickly discovers that he’s now the most powerful being in the universe. The problem? He has zero control over it. Even using 1% of his strength could turn mountains into dust, and don’t even mention what happens when he sneezes—whole planets go poof! Poor Max can’t even walk normally without risking planetary destruction. It’s like being Superman with the clumsiness of a toddler. As Max zooms through space, trying to keep his powers in check, he can’t help but wonder how he’s supposed to live a low-key life when the slightest hiccup could send the universe into chaos. His journey is less about fighting bad guys and more about trying to not accidentally destroy everything around him. And with every step, it’s becoming clear that keeping a low profile might be the most impossible task of all.

Die Liebe ist ein Dorn, das Durchbohren des Herzens verursacht Schmerzen, und das Entfernen des Dorns verursacht Blutungen. Aber selbst die ältesten Narben heilen mit der Zeit.

Johnathan, an old man with an extraordinary past but an ordinary end, gets reincarnated in a dark fantasy world full of magic, darkness, and mysteries furled. However, he committed a grave blunder by taking the fiction he had read as a reference. Reborn as a baby, he hoped to be deemed gifted by speaking early. One thing led to another, and tragedy struck. The villagers declared him a demon-possessed and called the church. Johnathan, now known as Sylvester Maximilian, realized that he had messed up. When the church's inquisitors came to judge him and burn him on a pyre. As a last resort and to welcome his soon to arrive second death, he started chanting holy hymns as his last breath. Overwhelmed, they kneeled, thinking he was a messenger of Solis. From there, the story of how Sylvester Maximilian rose through the ranks to sit at the top began. But his life won't be ordinary, as he uses his cunning and the tag of 'God's favored' to his advantage. Fighting treachery, unearthing secret plots and world mysteries, facing the darkness around him and creating his place in history, engraving his name in the annals to be forever remembered as the—Immortal Pope, The Young. [A/N: To not mislead you, the novel's name does not mean he instantly becomes the Pope from the start. The story will follow the life of MC. Though he will become the Pope at a pretty young age. 40% of the novel will be based around MC fighting to sit on the supreme throne. If you enjoy world building and lore building, then you will like this story.] ____________ ***Main Tags: FANTASY, ADVENTURE, MAGIC, DARK, STRONG MC(Weak at the start because he's a baby. Not an instant OP though.), WHOLESOME, COMEDY, KINGDOM BUILDING. MENTALLY OLD MC, Politics, Backstabbing, World Building.*** [WARNING: MC will not go around saving everyone. Absolutely not if it puts him in danger. But if he can save someone using his status or position in the church, he will. He will kill innocent people if he has to. MC is not crazy, cynical, or unsociable. The world at some times may seem very DARK.] _____________ [DISCLAIMER] The religion will be fake. I won't make it similar to those existing in our world not to trigger anyone. However, the Church terminologies and designations may feel identical as they are simple vocabulary words. Again, everything you read in this novel is fictional and has no relation to our world. I hope you enjoy my work. Stay safe and eat healthy bananas. ______________ Join the Monke Family - https://discord.gg/DgHkrAn

Trying to save someone from death, only to get doom in the end! Kayra Van, a very ordinary college student with a super good character died when she tried to save an old lady from getting hit by a bus-sama.  But, Heaven had other plans! When she was going to save the old lady by dragging her behind, a rotten pulpy banana caused her to slip! In the end, both of them were found to be kissing mother earth with all their being and successfully died!  The most traumatic thing was, she wasn't on the dead list of the grim reaper!!! But her good intention and past deeds didn't go down the drain because the next second, she got the chance to transmigrate with a cute system!

In a world that seemed vast and boundless, fate had a peculiar way of bringing two souls together. Emily, a talented artist living in the bustling city of New York, and Alex, a charismatic musician residing in the charming streets of Paris, lived on opposite sides of the world. Little did they know, their lives were about to intertwine in the vast realm of the internet.

°°Mature Content°° [A razed kingdom, scorched earth – I would burn the world to ashes, invoke the tempests of war if that's what it takes to make you mine, my love] ..... She was cursed that any man who would touch her would die after she bled, and turned into a woman.Her fiancé, whom she loved with all her heart, left, shattering her soul when he learned the truth that she was not for sharing his bed. She vowed to never let any man into her heart, until he came. The arrogant, obnoxious self centered man. She doesn't want to do anything with him, yet she finds himself in the arms of him everytime, and to her surprise her curse doesn't work on him. How much she wanted to kill him with her own hands.. ..... Savage and Ruthless. If his name struck terror in the hearts of the weapons the soldiers wielded, causing them to flee in fear, his mere presence transformed battlefields into rivers of crimson. Handsome and wicked, women were drawn to him like moths to a flame, mesmerized by his dangerous allure. Yet, this tyrant was brought to his knees by a woman as fierce as she was beautiful. And he would not stop at nothing to acquire her heart. Alas, he found it was not easy, for her hatred for men had encased her heart in ice. Can this ice-cold tyrant ignite her frozen heart once more? .... "Wider," He commanded. How much wider does he want? Without complaining, she stretched her mouth beyond, torturing her jaw. "Not enough! Wider." "How much wider must I open for such a small fruit?" She scowled at him. "I have already stretched my mouth wider enough to accommodate an oversized banana." She wondered if he was aiming the fruit into her mouth or secretly studying her teeth arrangement. "The wider your mouth," His lips lazily drawled, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "The better the chance of accommodating right on the target where your taste buds are yearning, my dear." ...... Cover picture rights to the owner.  

"Drake, an otaku programmer from Nigeria, meets an unexpected end due to a tragic mishap: slipping on a banana peel because he couldn't 'see sharp' (C#), which sadly leads to his demise. But his journey doesn't end there; a mysterious loli throws him into the wild world of 'High School DxD.' Join me as we embark on this coding and girl-filled adventure!"

Synopsis: Gou Liang was originally a small office worker of the Space-Time Administration Bureau but because of a weird questionnaire, he was sent to multiple worlds in order to complete a mysterious and arduous mission — to use the correct posture to awaken lord god. Traveling through space and time, he experienced world after worlds of lives before realizing something. It turned out, the gentle and sentimental lord god had been alone by himself, guarding the long and endless period of time that he had forgotten… this book is a quick transmigration novel, this is the story of a foodie go-getter and a dimple-loving lord god. A strawberry flavored scholar youth, a lemon flavored cold and aloof film emperor, a snow pear flavored black belly… however, the edible target became the person whom he shared the rest of his life with. Gou Liang’s life underwent sky toppling and earth turning changes. The you in the next world as well, what flavor would you be? 16 worlds in total: School Campus: Strawberry Flavored Scholar Gong Entertainment circle: Lemon Flavored Film Emperor Gong Ancient Time: Honey Tangerine Flavored Shadow Guard Gong WuXia: Papaya Flavored Senior Brother Gong Beastmen: Pineapple flavored Beastmen Gong Ghost Spirits: Snow Pear Flavored Dead Gong Ancient Time: Grape Flavored Regent Gong Apocalypse: Banana Flavored Boss Gong Interstellar: Pomegranate Flavored Sentinel Gong Modern: Citrus Flavored Aristocrat Gong Mecha: Sweet Jujube flavored Lunar New Year Gong Ancient Time: Durian Flavored Battle God Gong Magic: Watermelon Flavored Blackened Gong Cultivation: Cherry Flavored Disciple Gong Fantasy: Blueberry Flavored Demon King Gong Celestial World: Bayberry flavored Senior Immortal Gong Not my novel ! Not my translation ! Translators: KunLin, TaoTao, SilverRain, Bluemoon. Editors: Amaris, Grump, Mimishijie, Rubhyl, Vez, Blarghette Release Schedule: Sporadic Source : Chrysanthemum garden It's not gonna be completed as the translator have stopped translating this !!

Tells the story of a young teacher who just lost his wife a week ago due to frequent illness. So she has to take care of her child alone, from preparing breakfast to doing all the household chores. Takeo Hanazono, 26 years old, works as a music teacher who works at a private school, accidentally meets a girl who will attend his music class. Arisa Ichigaya, a 2nd year high school girl who was almost harassed by a bunch of naughty kids, was saved by a teacher because she accidentally passed by.

"Alternate Universe of DK Country Returns" A magical phenomenon happened at a tropical isle, A giant wooden tiki mask appeared out of the isles volcano. Oddly enough to see how it can't be burned considered he is wood, he claimed this isle their home. Thus, creating his army made by magma and fruits most specifically bananas beknown as tikis. He, The Father, Tiki Tong, created the greatest tribe of all. But alas, some of his tribemate appeared to have feelings for one another. Find out how this tribe survive the isle in A Tiki's Love. Note: I was the original writer of "A Tiki's Love" unfortunately I abandoned and forgot about that account. As when I've reread it again, I am so cringed out and embarassed for it was made by a much younger self... As such I decided today to remake that uh- whatever that cringy love story was :')

Random poem of a banana, from birth to death. Made using the help of ChatGPT.

the poor family one day the whole family went to the city to sell their harvested crops and then before they went home they went to church and the children said jos and Lea nay and tay can we buy some noodles for we can taste delicious food. and their Mother, Linda, said, son, we can buy it next time because we don't have enough money, we will just eat rice to fill you up, I know you are hungry or you are coming, said their Mother at the same time I hope you children will pay attention to me...and when they finished eating Lea asked ..when can we taste something delicious that food ...together hu lord I hope we can taste delicious food ...their mother heard..son be patient my children I can't give you everything you want ...and the DA got ni jos . mother, don't think about that, the important thing is that we are happy and our family is whole and safe..at the same time, the mother said thank you children......and when they went home, Lea was still thinking when will we be able to taste delicious food .... one day an old man came to their place...Jos saw him and Lea playing outside their house..the old man came to them and asked the children to ask for water or a little rice...and they did Only the children Jos and Lea came out and their mother came out linda or children who is that? ...his children said, Grandpa...at the same time, they asked where are you from and the old man's answer was just that, can I have something to drink and eat, said the old man...Linda answered yes, come on in in our little house ..and the old man got upset and looked at him...and after eating he said can I sleep here and Linda's answer is yes...Linda laid down and said...you go to sleep first, Jan and I will go find dinner and the old man said okay, thank you, take care.... Linda answered thank you ....and when the afternoon came Linda came home and she brought a banana and a little rice ...she asked the children if the grandfather was still sleeping ..the two children answered no he didn't go out mother. ...and Linda said let's go inside and say goodbye so that grandpa can eat...the children answered yes mother...when they entered they were surprised by what they saw...and asked each other where grandfather ... and why is there so much rice and noodles ... who did they come from ... they were looking for the old man and they saw him walking away, they chased after his mother .. for a moment something was left behind ..... turned around the old man said at the same time, son, that's a reward for you because of the kindness and goodness of your hearts, I will leave that to you and you will live forever. just keep being good people...

Content warning: Horror thoughts She waits with a watchful eye, staring at the pasta. It doesn’t boil. Pacing back and forth across the empty kitchen with the useless pots and pans still in the creaky cupboard, she adds another pinch of salt to the pasta. It still doesn’t boil. She thinks about putting on a bit of music while she waits, but the downstairs neighbors hate when she does that, and she can’t remember where she last left her headphones. They might be in her coat pocket or they might not, perhaps she left them on top of the back bed in the room with the leftover textbooks. Or maybe she didn’t, maybe she left them hanging off the tiny coat rack, right next to her keys. Wherever she left them it’s too much work to run and find them, especially when the pot might boil soon. As soon as it boils, she’ll put the pasta in. As soon as it boils. The tiny apartment is only temporary, and the only burner fizzles on her. She coaxes it, fights it, begs it to make a bigger flame but it does not, settling proudly for the dull little spark that it is. Blowing on a flame coaxes a campfire; she wonders if it’ll help the stove. Probably not. She watches the blue flame dance and stares right through it. Her phone lights up. She has a notification, another message she’s not going to read. Why bother, when she knows exactly what it will say? Still, she checks the name. She reads the first two letters and flips the phone over, wincing as it lands a bit too hard on the counter. Fortunately, it’s not cracked. Unfortunately, that part of the counter is still covered in uncleaned bacon grease from his disaster yesterday, and now her phone is too. The television buzzes a commercial from the living area, or whatever passes as such. She cranes her neck to check the ad, but it's not selling anything good, just some sort of medical plan for old people, the kind of thing she couldn't afford even if she chopped off both arms and sold them. When she left home, she swore up and down she wasn’t ever going to be the kind of person who left the TV on. She wasn’t going to eat in front of it, didn’t even need a good model really, just something to use to occasionally watch old cartoons and maybe a new show if he wanted to. Now, the TV is always on, always buzzing, always saying something, just a little too quiet to hear. The pot on the stove is still not boiling. She thinks she remembered to top the water off with cold water, but maybe she didn’t. She wonders if throwing in a tablespoon or two now will change anything. Probably not; her greasy phone buzzes again. She flips it over, checks the name, and turns it back down. He’s not going to write her. She knows that. Still, she checks, just in case. Banana bread would probably be a smart thing to make,

The mouse and the lion. The mouse is Jeff and the lion is Sim. They are good friends. One day they went to the forest. They got stone foods to eat They like to eat fruits like apple, grapes, and banana they went home after.

A Nature Fighter.Yohan Kang, Student Of Tom Lee Future Crew Head. Member of Big Deal. Series that will or are already Involved. -Weak Hero(This one has already been introduced to the Universe Of Lookism in the latest chapters.),Lookism, Banana fish(this one hasn't been introduced.),Boss In School,(Other characters, aside from the main character's body,who is Seth Kang of Boss In school, have not been introduced.)