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Kakashi Drawing Half Face

The Unseen Face

Jax Mercer is a seasoned underground fighter, a man who’s spent his life surviving one brutal match at a time. Fighting is all he knows, all he’s good at, and all that keeps his demons at bay. But when he takes down a feared opponent known as The Butcher, he unknowingly steps into a dangerous game that’s bigger than anything he’s faced before. After the fight, Jax is confronted by Vincent Romano, a powerful crime boss who controls the underground circuit from the shadows. Romano doesn’t care about Jax’s victory—he only cares about the money The Butcher was supposed to make him. And now, Jax is in his debt. To pay it off, Jax is forced into a high-stakes fight against Leon Vargas—a monstrous, undefeated fighter with a reputation for breaking men. But this isn’t just about fighting. Romano is playing a deeper game, and Jax can feel it. There’s something he’s not being told, something more dangerous than losing a match. With no way out, Jax turns to his only friend, Mason—the one person who’s been in his corner through every fight, every mistake, every fall. Mason sees the trap Jax is walking into and urges him to run. But Jax knows running won’t save him. Romano’s reach is too long, and if Jax disappears, Mason becomes the next target. As the fight approaches, Jax must decide: does he play Romano’s game and hope he can survive? Or does he fight not just for his freedom, but for something he’s never had before—a future? With every punch, every choice, and every second inside that ring, Jax isn’t just fighting an opponent. He’s fighting for his life. I plead with y’all to support me with your power stones and keep sharing.writershelper@webnovel.com
1writer · 12K Views

Daily Card Draw: Beginning with Indestructible Body

The world is divided between two colossal conglomerates, with the Sky City still suspended in the heavens, and the Scorched Gold City holding the lifeblood of gold in its grip. Molten streams of gold descend from the skies, searing with heat and littered with skeletal remains. The Southern Kingdom's dynasty has reached its end, and how could the rooster on the throne ever be seen as a phoenix? The butcher's blade has been honed to razor sharpness, yet the former martial arts titan still clings tightly to the golden chains, refusing to let go. In the frigid northern lands, centuries-old glaciers begin to tremble, and the hum beneath the ice seems to whisper the secrets buried in the previous era. The sky-reaching tree burns with an eternal flame; those who revere nature kneel in submission, chanting their faith, yet unable to raise their heads to gaze upon the everlasting blaze. In the wilderness, multitudes fervently chant, "The mind triumphs over matter," unaware that shackles have already tightened around their necks. In the endless rain of the night, fleeing rabbit encounters card that changes its destiny. The moment its hand reaches out, its fate of utter destruction is sealed. Years later, will it recall its frail self on that rainy night? 【This book is not an invincible book, the combat power is constant and very stable (I have a relatively basic attribute setting for the characters that appear, so there will be no collapse of combat power in the later stage. The attribute point calculation will be made clear to everyone during the writing process) The protagonist is not a good person】
Swallowsfy · 8.6K Views

Half me and half...

"Get your hands off me!" she wrestled against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.
Inemin · 114.2K Views

THE HALF-BLOOD CROWN

Aeliana’s body tensed, every instinct urging her to flee, but her legs refused to obey. The weight of Kaelion’s presence pressed down on her chest, as if the air itself bowed to his will. She clenched her fists, willing herself to stay upright, to meet his gaze with whatever scraps of courage she could muster. She wouldn’t let him see her fear. “Step forward,” Kaelion ordered, his tone smooth but unyielding. Her jaw tightened. The part of her that was human screamed to fight, to run, but there was a faint hum beneath her skin—a whisper of something else. Something fae. It stirred like a forgotten memory, pulling her feet forward against her will. She stopped only a breath away from him, her chin tilted defiantly despite the trembling in her limbs. Up close, the king was even more overwhelming. His features were carved in sharp, perfect lines, his mismatched eyes glinting with an intelligence that saw too much. He wasn’t just cruel; he was calculating. A predator who enjoyed the chase as much as the kill. “What are you?” Kaelion asked, his voice soft but dangerous. He reached out, his claw-tipped fingers brushing the edge of her hood. She flinched, and his lips twitched—a hint of amusement at her reaction. “I’m no one,” she bit out, her voice steadier than she felt. “Just a thief.” “A thief?” he echoed, his fingers catching the edge of the hood. With a single motion, he pushed it back, exposing her face to the moonlight. The murmurs of the onlookers grew louder, their perfect features twisting with disdain. Kaelion’s eyes narrowed, his gaze raking over her. “No one, indeed.” He took a step closer, his presence enveloping her like a dark tide. “And yet… there’s something about you. Something familiar.” Aeliana’s heart pounded as his hand moved, fingers brushing the curve of her jaw. His touch was light, but it burned like fire, sending a shiver down her spine. “I should kill you for your insolence,” Kaelion said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “But there’s a… curiosity to you. A defiance I rarely see.” His lips curled into a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “I think I’ll keep you instead.” “Keep me?” Her voice cracked as anger flared, momentarily overriding her fear. “I’m not some pet to be claimed.” Kaelion’s smirk vanished, replaced by a cold, imperious glare. “You misunderstand, little thief. I’m not offering you a choice.” Aeliana’s stomach twisted as he raised his hand, his fingers glowing faintly with dark energy. Before she could react, a pulse of power shot through her, wrapping around her wrists like invisible chains. She stumbled, her knees buckling, but the magic held her upright. “You’ve entered my city, stolen from my people, and dared to defy me,” Kaelion said, his voice echoing with authority. “Your punishment will serve as a lesson to all who think they can do the same.” “And what punishment is that?” she spat, struggling against the bonds. Kaelion leaned in, his face inches from hers. “You’ll serve me,” he said, his voice a low, menacing growl. “Body and soul. Until I decide you’ve earned your freedom.” The crowd gasped, their whispers growing louder as the king straightened. Aeliana’s blood ran cold as she realized the full weight of his words. This wasn’t just about punishment—it was about control. And she was at the mercy of a man who had none. “Take her to the palace,” Kaelion commanded, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’ll decide what to do with her later.” The soldiers moved to obey, and Aeliana felt herself being pulled away, her body still bound by the king’s magic. As they dragged her through the streets, the crowd parted, their beautiful faces filled with a mix of fear and contempt. She clenched her fists, her mind racing. She couldn’t let this be the end. She wouldn’t let herself be another victim of Kaelion’s tyranny. Somewhere deep inside her, the faint hum of power stirred again, stronger this time.
KENNYWROTEIT · 5.3K Views
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