Bogano Stim Canister

In the city of Astraea, a group of survivors, led by Kael, Mira, and Luka, navigate the chaos of a zombie apocalypse. As they search for safety and resources, they encounter various threats, including organized raiders hunting people. The story unfolds with intense moments, character development, and interactions that deepen their bonds. Foreshadowing future events, the group discovers a glimmering metal canister, hinting at secrets yet to be revealed. As they face challenges, they must rely on each other to survive and adapt in a world turned upside down. The novel promises a blend of suspense, gore, and emotional depth as the characters confront both external dangers and their inner struggles.

I'm always a loner at school, and today I was having lunch alone on the stairs in front of the roof when a beautiful transfer student, Ms. Hayasaka, suddenly came over.

[Discontinued - But you can still read it if you want to, as it covers the entirety of the first arc with a decent ending] "What?! You want to make ice cream with the breast milk, you sucked out my breasts the other day?!" The Cow Girl with two sets of breasts, asked me in shock, while I was squeezing her chest, to fill up another canister full of fresh breast milk. "No, Luca! There's no way I'm allowing you to cook a sausage, by stuffing it up my secret place! That's too embarrassing!" The Salamander Girl, who's body was made of fire and scales, denied my small request, even though her fiery body was the perfect temperature to cook me up, a good old hotdog. "Okay, fine...I'll let you finger my gills. But do it slowly, since I'm sensitive there." The Shark Girl, who had razor sharp teeth and a long shark tail, agreed to let me have a little fun with her gill slits on her abdomen, that she used to breath when she went underwater. Do you want to know how all these crazy situations came out to be? Then read this damn novel, that transported me into this strange world full of adorable demi-girls, and find out for yourself. [Warning: This is a story made by a Degenerate, to cater towards Degenerates like myself. There will be many intense 18+ scenes, that you never could have imagined to ever exist in any form of media, in this story. So I advice people, who only enjoy the standard erotic scenes you see in every other novel, to ignore this piece of work and move on.] [And also, I highly request you to read the prologue of the story, so that you can understand what you're getting into.]

It's no secret that science and technology are advancing rapidly every year. From brain implants to artificial intelligence, DNA alteration came as no surprise to the humble citizens of Maryland USA. When a scientist known by her alias "Zalic" and for her not so subtle support of dictatorship and comparisons to the human society as nothing more than test monkeys makes a breakthrough in altering human DNA to the point of giving the host unimaginable power, she goes on a rampage creating more and more 'supers' to fulfil her ultimate desire of complete human control, leaving canisters of the altered DNA all over the city. With her right hand and first successful experiment, Twister, there seems to be nothing, not even the government that can stop her. Analise McGregor is a waitress at a small 80s themed diner in Maryland. When one evening finds a strange pair of rings in the back room of the restaurant she works in, her life becomes turned upside down when she is approached in a dark alleyway with the known villain herself, Twister. But Twister isn't as evil as the media made her out to be..

Traveling to the Uchiha clan, taking into account the relationship between Konoha and Uchiha, based on the principle of shooting the first bird, even with the standard plug-in of the traveler, Liu Feng has always been a low-key person. [Ding, you defeat the Uchiha Madara (Junior Edition) projection, and get: Indra Chakra, Fire Dunge, Fire Fighting! ] [Ding, you defeat the Thousand-Hand Projection Between Pillars and get: Ashura Chakra, Perfect Immortal Human Body + Mu Dun! ] [Ding, you defeated Datongmu Huiye Projection, and obtained: Blood Rescue Snare, Nine Gouyu Jade Reincarnation Writer Eyes! ] Low-key? Low-key ghost! !

During his daily running routine, Cherry finds a mysterious white light at a shrine along the way. As if drawn to it, he heads towards the source of the light and sees a girl holding a white flower As he meets the girl and spends time with her, changes begin to occur in Cherry's daily life... This is a mysterious story that takes place in a imaginary small town of Cold Island.

Ordinary high school student, Shion Reita (Tama Da Shion). One day, an app called "Dungeon Survive" is installed on his smartphone. Benefiting from this app, he gains skills. Eager to explore, he decides to challenge the dungeon and level up. However, what he doesn't yet know is the fact that among the numerous players, he is the only one capable of leveling up

Tell me what you can see, Arjuna,’ repeated Drona ‘Do you see the tree?’ ‘No,’ said Arjuna. ‘Do you then see the bird?’ There was a sense of rising excitement in Drona’s voice. ‘No! I can simply see the eye of the bird, nothing else,’ responded Arjuna without taking his eyes off the target. ‘Now, shoot!’ Drona commanded in a shrill voice. Everyone who stood there saw Arjuna’s arrow whizz past and heard a sharp click. The arrow was stuck in the middle of the bird’s eye. That day, a legend was born. Arjuna was declared a shreshtha, a supreme human talent. Arjuna’s most powerful weapon was not his Gandiva. His power came from ekagrata—his one-pointed concentration. Arjuna re-defined the limits of human achievement. He conquered his enemies with the sword of clarity and the shield of discrimination.

Detective Ash White, as always, had a knack for sticking his nose into the supernatural wherever he could find it. When billionaire philanthropist Robert St. John dies, Ash gets a call. However, the case is not a run-of-the-mill murder but one that boasts the hand of the dead—literally. Ash dives right into the investigation and finds that, while the cause of death was normal, the events leading to Robert’s death could hardly be classified as such. His investigation leads him to an old classmate of Robert’s, but to Ash’s surprise, after being locked in the basement momentarily, he finds canisters full of dead bodies—and, most shocking of all, a dead body walking. In the end, Ash manages to have a reasonable conversation with Robert’s old classmate, who tells him about a fateful trip to Haiti that they had taken together. The story becomes so wild that Ash struggles to believe it, and just when he feels he’s able to convince the classmate to surrender to the police, the classmate commits suicide, taking most of the evidence with him. Boxed in, Ash continues his investigation into the bodies and discovers that most of them were Robert’s old classmates. Ash’s investigation then leads him to another witness from Robert’s college days, a woman named Suzanne. Suzanne speaks of a time when several of her classmates went missing, only to reappear as walking corpses. But before Ash can dive deeper, he has to deal with a series of pharmaceutical crimes linked to the now-deceased Robert. Once that’s handled, his larger investigation takes him to Haiti. Alongside his close friend, Colonel Jack, Dr Travis, they head to Haiti, where they discover an institutionalized practice of the undead. With the help of a local bounty hunter named Solange, they manage to get to the heart of the island and, after a tumultuous battle, bring an end to the reign of the Dead Queen. However, this is far from the end of Ash’s adventures. Upon returning home, he is thrust into another case—this one involving missing blood from hospitals across the state. His assistant jokes that it might be the work of a vampire, but Ash has encountered something similar before in his early days as a private detective. In a flashback, we go back to when Ash had just started his agency, much to his father’s dismay. He encounters a case involving stolen blood from a blood bank, which leads him on a wild goose chase. However, just as Ash gets closer to finding the culprit, the thefts suddenly stop, leaving him frustrated and without leads. Back in the present, Ash and Colonel Jack begin investigating the new wave of blood thefts, concluding that the scale of the operation is too large for a simple thief. With the help of Mrs. St. John, who has gone into hiding for reasons known only to her, she gives Ash crucial information—someone powerful is funding the thefts in search of immortality. Ash quickly concludes that it is linked to the death of the Dead Queen. Meanwhile, the true villain seeks immortality out of a deep fear of death. He is none other than the elder brother of Ash’s first love, who tragically died from hereditary cancer. Eventually, Ash tracks the blood thefts back to a mansion mentioned briefly by Mrs. St. John—the home of a man named Jonas. Ash manages to apprehend Jonas, proving that he was the one funding the blood thefts. As he searches Jonas’s home, Ash finds an intriguing clue—one involving a code created by Jonas and his old best friend, one he easily conclude was the mastermind.

Capa feita por @Killius_Catrence Lay-la Kapter, ex-jedi. Uma beleza estonteante, um olhar tão frio quanto seu coração, pois nada além do ódio reside, após a queda dos jedi, ela foi capturada e trazida para o lado sombrio através de tortura e manipulação, tornou se então uma inquisidora e passou longos anos caçando os traidores jedi como a escória que eram, sua única companhia na solidão do seu sofrimento era a força, seu único consolo eram as vidas traidoras que havia ceifado, a mulher que ela uma vez fora estava morta. Lay-la agora era a décima terceira irmã, assassina de jedi. A verdade é que ela nunca foi uma deles, não depois de ter seu coração partido, Dolsyn Roy, é o nome do jovem padawan que o partiu em pedaços, ambos eram inseparáveis, eles haviam construído seus sabres juntos, treinaram lado a lado, e mesmo assim a jovem Lay-la foi rejeitada. O rapaz dos olhos claros era fiel ao código jedi e por tanto jamais poderia retribuir os sentimentos da garota, dês daquele dia ela jamais foi a mesma, apesar de ser considerada uma excelente padawan, ela jamais fora uma jedi, o ódio em seu coração jamais a permitiria. Após o expurgo, os dois se separaram e nunca mais se viram, sabendo que o outro provavelmente havia morrido, a única diferença era que o coração de Dolsyn se enchia de tristeza ao pensar nisso, já o dela era indiferente ao fato, e no fundo até mesmo esperava que Dolsyn tivesse sofrido muito antes de seu fim. Porém a força parecia ter outros planos para os dois, na busca por um jedi escondido em Bogano, Lay-la, sentiu a presença de Dolsyn. Aquele verme ainda estava vivo!

LOST SPRING - stories of stolen childhood. 'Sometimes I Find a Rupee in the garbage' Why do you do this ?"I ask Saheb whom I encounter every morning scrounging for gold in the garbage dumps of my neighbourhood.Saheb left his home long ago.Set amidst the green fields of Dhaka , his home is not even a distant memory.There were many storms that swept away their fields and homes , his mother tells him.That's why they left , looking for gold in the big city where he now lives . " I have nothing else to looking awa ."Go to school ,"I say glibly , realising immediately how hollow the advice must sound."There is no school in my neighbourhood . When they build one , I will go ."start a school , will you come ? " I ask , half - joking."Yes,"he says , smiling broadly .A few days later I see him running up to me ."Is your school ready?" "It takes longer to build a school,"I say , embarrassed at having made a promise that was not meant But promises like mine abound in every corner of his bleak world . After months of knowing him , I ask him his name."Saheb-e -Alam ,"he announces.He does not know what it means . If he knew its meaning - lord of the universe - he would have a hard time believing it.Unaware of what his name represents,he roams the streets with his friends,an army of barefoot boys who appear like the morning birds and disappear at noon.Over the months , I have come to recognise each of them . " Why aren't you wearing chappals ?"I ask one ."My mother did not bring them down from the shelf."he answers simply . " Even if she did he will throw them off," adds another who is wearing shoes that do not match When I comment on it , he shuffles his feet and says nothing ."I want shoes,"says a third boy who has never owned a pair all his life.Travelling across the country I have seen children walking barefoot , in cities , on village roads . It is not lack of money but a tradition to stay barefoot , is one explanation . I wonder if this is only an excuse to explain away a perpetual state of poverty . My acquaintance with the barefoot ragpickers leads me to Seemapuri , a place on the periphery of Delhi yet miles away from it , metaphorically . Those who live here are squatters who came from Bangladesh back in 1971. Saheb's family is among them . Seemapuri was then a wilderness It still is , but it is no longer empty . In structures of mud , with roofs of tin and tarpaulin , devoid of sewage , drainage or running water , live 10,000 ragpickers . They have lived here for more than thirty years without an identity , without permits but with ration cards that get their names on voters ' lists and enable them to buy grain . Food is more important for survival than an identity . " If at the end of the day we can feed our families and go to bed without an aching stomach , we would rather live here than in the fields that gave us no grain , " say a group of women in tattered saris when I ask them why they left their beautiful land of green fields and rivers .Wherever they find food , they pitch their tents that become transit homes . Children grow up in them , becoming partners in survival . And survival in Seemapuri means rag - picing Through the years , it has acquired the proportions of a fine art.Garbage to them is gold . It is their daily bread , a roof over their heads , even if it is a lehking roof . But for a child it is even more . "I sometimes find a rupee , even a ten - rupee note , " Saheb says , his eyes lighting up,Where you can find a silver coin in a heap of garbage ,you dont stop scrounging , for there is hope of finding nore.It seems that for children , garbage has a meaning different from what it means to their arents, For the children it is wrapped in wonder , for the elders it is a means of survival. one morning , Saheb is on his way to the milk booth . In his hand is a steel canister.now he work in a tea stall, canister is heavier then plastic bag it belongs to the owner of the tea shop.At present he is no his own master.