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Cargo Jaipur

Seraph's Ruin

Terra II. Magic, technology, and ancient myths have been unceremoniously smashed together, turning the world into a place where the impossible is a daily grind. The result? A place where survival isn't just a challenge—it's a downright nightmare. Enter Sera and her Crew, Frontier Limited—a crew that finds themselves neck-deep in a world full of backstabbers, power-hungry mafias, and creatures straight out of forgotten legends. With her 'landship', Babel, Sera isn’t just taking on mercenary work—she’s wading through the muck of a world that seems hell-bent on tearing itself apart. Whether it's delivering sensitive cargo in the middle of a damn warzone, dealing with supernatural disasters, or outsmarting criminal syndicates, there’s no such thing as an easy day on Terra II. As rival factions fight for control of dwindling resources, Sera has to keep her crew alive and make tough-as-nails decisions in a world where everyone’s got a knife behind their back. Trust is a luxury, and loyalty? You can bet your ass it comes at a price. ————————— Fuck me. so vol 1- (trials and tribulations)introduce world,part of main cast and all that jazz..and a local war after they move to another region. that's not all as i'm too lazy to write more. vol 2- (Drama, so much drama)more conflict and higher stakes..shh..read it whenever i come to vol 2. vol 3-(Horizons Fail? ) vol 4-??? vol 5-??? vol 6-??? yes those are the names of the vols. :) support and spread this novel…cuz creation is hard!!!
Kristen_404 · 50.9K Views

Law of The Web

Gideon Harley never asked for a second chance at life. In his past life, he was a venom tester, experimenting with the deadliest poisons on Earth. But when a spider’s venom unexpectedly tears through his body, he’s hurled into an entirely new world, Doktrine, a place where supernatrual and science intertwine. The twist is that he now inhabits the body of Axter Sauron, a 10-year-old boy with no memories of the life he once had. Currently being transported in a cargo with a bunch of other orphans on their way to Black Moon Clan, one of the most feared assassination clans in the world of Doktrine. In this world, every child awakens at the age of 10. The awakened child can then make a contract with a law beast, gaining the ability to shape their destiny. But while most awaken common powers, like increased strength or quick healing, Gideon’s new life brings a far more complex and dangerous gift. He can see the evolutionary pathways of beasts, guiding them toward unimaginable power. With his spider beast as his first companion, an entity tied to the laws of Fate, Origin, Time, and Fusion, Gideon’s journey is one of discovery, power, and chaos. Each ability comes with a price. His visions of fate can be misleading, the souls he sees can drive him mad, his ability to travel through time is unreliable, and his power to fuse objects could backfire. But with every trial, he grows stronger and more aware of the responsibility that comes with his powers. And the cost of survival; in this new world, he vows to survive at all costs. Yet, there are those who seek to control the beasts and the very Visionary Garden where all this power originates. As Gideon navigates this world’s web of politics, hidden agendas, and impossible beasts, he’ll have to learn what it truly means to control his fate, and whether he can avoid the catastrophic consequences of his actions. In a world where power is everything, can one man, bound by fate, ever truly escape it?
Iam_hastur · 11.3K Views

THE WEB I LAID

Six years ago, Arya's life was torn apart in a devastating accident that took everything from her. Now, she lives a quiet, unassuming life in Jaipur, working at a small flower shop and trying to leave the shadows of her past behind. But peace is fragile, and the shadows are closer than she thinks. Mysterious marigolds appear at her doorstep, each one a silent reminder of something-or someone-she can't escape. The eerie feeling of being watched grows stronger every day, but Arya convinces herself it's nothing more than paranoia. Until he walks into her life again. Shiv. Once her childhood protector and the son of her father's closest friend, Shiv was a man she trusted completely. But betrayal and tragedy changed everything. Now, Shiv is a cold, ruthless figure in the underworld-powerful, calculating, and terrifyingly distant. Yet when he sees Arya, something in his hardened gaze flickers, stirring the feelings she thought had died long ago. But Shiv isn't here to rekindle the past. He has his own reasons, and none of them are kind. In a shocking twist, Shiv proposes marriage. Arya is left reeling. Why would a man who once hated her family-and perhaps still does-ask for her hand? Is it part of a twisted revenge against the sins of her father, a cruel game to make her pay for something she doesn't fully understand? Or is there something darker lurking beneath Shiv's cold exterior? As Arya is pulled deeper into Shiv's dangerous world, she must confront the secrets that bind them and the growing tension between love and vengeance. Shiv's motives remain a mystery, but one thing is clear: his intentions could either destroy her or save her from the shadows that refuse to let go.
Shouryka_Choudhary · 0 Views

La Compañera Rechazada de Alfa Regresa como Reina

—Yo, Benson Walton, te rechazo, Selma Payne, de ser mi futura Luna y compañera. —Si eres sensata, encontrarás un lugar tranquilo para morir por tu cuenta, en lugar de manchar la gloria de nuestra gente. —Eres solo un sapo feo. Quédate en el lodo tranquilamente, y no cargues a nuestra manada. En el decimonoveno cumpleaños de Benson, descubrió que estábamos destinados a ser compañeros —recordé—. Pero no esperaba que preferiría soportar un gran dolor antes que aceptarme. Cada palabra que dijo chocó directamente contra mi corazón, y el dolor me hizo temblar incontrolablemente. Descubrí que no era la hija biológica de mis padres cuando tenía dieciséis años. Aunque ellos me veían como un ángel que una cigüeña les había dado, no cambió el hecho de que era una pequeña humana débil. Era solo un huevo blando que se caería con un toque, una perdedora que ni siquiera podía ver la calle sin ayuda de la luz de la luna. ¡Mi existencia avergonzaba a mis padres y a mi manada! Tal vez debería haber muerto en el bosque desde el principio —reflexioné—. Con ese pensamiento en mente, decidí devolverles una manada pura e inmaculada esta noche. Entonces, salté de un acantilado y pensé que moriría —recordé mi pasado—. Nunca imaginé que sería salvada, y resultó que mi verdadera identidad era la única hija del Rey Lycan que se había perdido hace dieciocho años. ¡También era la heredera del trono! Eso me sorprendió mucho. ¿Realmente era una mujer lobo? Pero... ¿Por qué era tan débil? ¿Todo esto fue solo un error? Para convertirme en una heredera calificada, oculté mi identidad y recibí entrenamiento. Sin embargo, ¿podría ese frívolo instructor que estaba a cargo de entrenarme realmente ayudarme a despertar a mi lobo, o simplemente se estaba aprovechando de mí? A medida que me volvía más fuerte y me convertía en una figura pública, otros me atacaron y conspiraron contra mí muchas veces. ¿Tenían algo que ver con los que me secuestraron hace todos esos años? ¡Tengo que atraparlos! ¡Protegeré a mi familia y a mi amante!"
Mountain Springs · 595.1K Views

Cahill

I could hear the din from the bar as I exited my SUV and I was still almost a block away. What a shame! I knew from long experience that would change as soon as my foot crossed the threshold. I tend to have that effect on people. I’m six feet six inches tall and I weigh an even 250 pounds—all of it broad shouldered muscle. My Body Mass Index at my last physical was less than four percent. My light brown hair is styled exactly the way it’s been for the past fifteen years—ever since I first joined the Navy. Sure enough, no sooner had I taken my first step into the bar than the noise died. When I turned left and stepped up to the bar the people there couldn’t back away fast enough. I took a stool in the middle of the empty space and sat down, waiting for the bartender to approach. “I’m not looking for any trouble.” “Good…neither am I. Give me a ginger ale.” He reached under the bar for a glass and some ice. Twenty seconds later he slid the glass in my direction. I pulled a fiver from my pocket and dropped it on the bar. He ignored it and walked away to draw a few beers and pour some wine. It looked to me like this was a pretty cheap crowd. Checking up and down the bar all I could see were longnecks and drafts. I reached into the lower left pocket of my cargo pants. Like almost everything else I was wearing they were a true deep navy blue. My heavy shoes were black as was my wide belt. My belt said as much about me as the bold white lettering across my chest. Just below the American flag over my heart were the letters that were my life—U. S. MARSHAL. On my right hip was my nickel plated .44 Magnum Colt Python, just behind two speed loaders in addition to the twenty-four rounds on the belt. On my left hip was my ASP Talon baton—every bit as deadly a weapon in my hands as the revolver. A pouch at the back of my right hip held my stainless steel handcuffs and its partner on the opposite side held my radio—my link to my backup team. I placed the photo flat on the bar as the bartender returned to me. “I’ll have another,” I said in a loud voice, continuing so I wouldn’t be overheard. “Don’t pick it up and don’t make a production of looking at it. I’ve been told that he comes here a lot. Is he here tonight? If he is and he escapes because you’ve given me away I’ll see to it that you’re arrested for obstruction of justice.” He gulped a few times but did as he was told, nodding slightly in response. I continued almost at a whisper. “If my nose is pointing to twelve o’clock, my right ear to three, the back of my head to six, and my left ear to nine, tell me where he is. Again, don’t point or do anything obvious and we’ll be fine.” He pretended to wipe the bar as he whispered, “About 4:30 with his back to you.” I picked up the reflection in the mirror then asked, “Red shirt with black and white stripes, looking away from me?” He nodded again. Now, in my normal tone of voice I asked, “Where’s the men’s room?”
Fredrick_Udele · 17.5K Views

I Fell For My Nemesis

Cake artist by day, villain by night! Avery West is a woman on a mission to take down the conglomerate run by the man that killed her father. The problem? She might be in love with Mercury, the dashing hero trying to stop her. Juggling her feelings and her goal is no cakewalk but she is determined that her revenge will be sweet! Avery never thought her massive crush on the hero trying to stop her would go anywhere. When the opportunity to date him in her secret identity falls into her lap she can't say no! Read on to find out if their love can overcome the odds! === Mercury managed to free himself and began fighting her in earnest. Avery had to do her best to fend him off while not dropping the precious cargo she was carrying under one arm. "What are you stealing this time?" he asked as he tried to grab it. He was fast but she was faster thanks to the suit's capabilities. "Now why would I go and tell you something like that? I'm not one of those obnoxious supervillains who goes rambling about their plans left and right." "Unfortunately. Those guys are easier to deal with. You're the most difficult villain I deal with, you know that?" Avery grinned at him. That was quite a compliment. It meant he thought she was clever. It wasn't an inaccurate assessment either; most of the time when they went up against each other she managed to get away with whatever she was stealing. On the rare occasions she didn't she still made her escape. He hadn't successfully caught her and turned her over to the police once. "I'm flattered! As fun as this has been, I really do need to get going now. See you next week since you always seem to know how to find me," she said before pushing a button on her suit that would shoot a cloud of black pepper into his face. Mercury momentarily lost his bearings because he had to stop to sneeze and cursed about it getting in his eyes. She felt sorry for him but she didn't have time to stand around and chat today. The contents of the box needed to be delivered urgently. "Be sure to rinse your eyes out with clean water!" Avery called over her shoulder as she broke through a window and jumped through it. *Cover art by polkadottedscrunchie*
Mcllorycat · 365.9K Views
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