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Bound to Justice, Drawn to Evil

The protagonist died suddenly in her past life. Entering the book she had read, she does not know what awaits her. Our character's personality is very strange. She is a crazy and cruel woman, but at the same time a tragic one. The further she goes on her adventure, the more hidden things about herself will come to light. The curse that was on her was causing her to gradually lose the ability to have feelings, and her only hope to feel them again is love. Too bad she only has one chance and fate was so bad for her... So her love story became more of a tragedy where her unstable mind was trying to stay whole... Too bad these happened too suddenly .... Just when she was ready to destroy the planet and all the people on it, a certain someone saves them by turning everything upside down for her. Now there is a long fight for the two of them, but strangely the girl's body suddenly gave way. When she opens her eyes again she is in another girl. It's just that not only the body has changed, but also the soul... Now she has put together all the missing pieces of the puzzle of her past lives and a shocking truth has come out that is not only shaking her but the whole world... Now the real story will begin... The author here: the first volume is more like ...hmm... chapter zero? Introduction ? The beginning? The real story will actually begin with the next volume. The first flight is called the 'Origins Scenario' and has a much deeper meaning. It will probably have more than 100 chapters so there is still a long way to go before we can talk about the next volume... I hope you like my book :)
Iasomie · 61.1K Views

Forced To Forever

In the world of high society, where power and wealth reign supreme, Alexandra "Alex" Widget finds herself trapped in a gilded cage. Her parents, eager to secure their family's future, have arranged for her to marry Rian Musk, the billionaire CEO of Musk Industries. Rian, known for his ruthless business tactics and charismatic charm, is the last person Alex wants to spend her life with. But with her parents' reputations and fortunes at stake, she feels powerless to resist. As the wedding day approaches, Alex's anxiety grows. She's always dreamed of making a name for herself, not simply being a trophy wife. Rian, too, has his own reasons for agreeing to the marriage. His grandfather, the founder of Musk Industries, has made it clear that Rian's inheritance is contingent on his marriage to Alex. Despite their initial reluctance, the two are drawn to each other during their honeymoon. Rian's polished facade begins to crack, revealing a complex and vulnerable individual beneath. Alex, too, finds herself torn between her desire for independence and her growing attraction to Rian. However, their newfound feelings are threatened by the secrets and lies surrounding their families. Alex's parents are hiding something, and Rian's business dealings are shrouded in mystery. As they navigate the treacherous waters of their families' expectations, they must also confront the darkness within themselves. Will Alex and Rian be able to overcome their differences and find love, or will the forces of power and greed tear them apart?
Yogita_Kamble_0168 · 2.7K Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 703.3K Views

Mated to moonboun

That night, during my episodes engineered by a disease I had no control over, I sensed something happening in the woods. I should be grateful for this condition because if there was anything it was good for was heightening my senses and abilities that outmatched every other wolf in the pack. Adding to my incredible genes when the effects of my disease took over, I was a force to reckon with and that's why everyone always took steps to protect themselves from me because they knew what I could do. So when the moon came and my madness began, I ran fast as lightning through the words stopping only after I had sensed something ominous. I traced it, picking up the scent. I was not surprised to see that it was the rogue wolves at work again. The rogues had many chances to join our pack and our cause but they turned it down time and again till the lycan kings stopped trying. I could remember getting this lesson long ago and I thought that by the time I became king, I would resume what my fathers and predecessors had abandoned, I wanted to bring peace to my pack. However, it was not long for me to change my view as I saw proof of the true nature of these rogues night after night. My first physical encounter was the last straw for me to tag them as enemies of the pack as my ancestors have done. These rogues, although they might look like us and have super abilities like we do, are nothing like any member of our pack. We have chosen to forgo some of our many primitive ways, deciding to stand together rather than fall at our own hands. We began a civilization, a country, a home where we can all protect each other in trust and unity but the rogues stand against everything that we are, choosing rather to attack and live like mindless animals than to live in peace. But their disagreement and disapproval is the least that we have to fear from them but their thirst for our flesh and the pleasure of our females.
Shantel_Phil · 1.1K Views
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