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Penny On Mars No Regrets

MARS GEAR: Solo Ascension Initiative

The multi-verse is collapsing, and the fabric of reality is falling apart. Only the unity of Man and Mechs can transcend the apocalypse. “First off, Screw Mars!” Ten is losing his sight. Everything has been so wrong after the god-damned earthquake. Nothing’s been good. The apocalypse, perhaps? Ten could swear these were nothing like the tell-tales of ‘the apocalypse’. And just when he thinks it can’t get any more bizarre… BOOM! MARS KIDNAPS HIM! At first, it seems he’s been dragged out of earth, and somehow, to the red planet (against his will) for one reason: to pilot the advanced Martron NP1 combat machine in order to fight against growing factions opposing Mars. But soon, Ten learns there’s far more at stake. The multi-verse itself is collapsing. Cosmic bodies are smashing into one another. CHAOS! With everything on the brink of destruction, Mars sees Ten as their wild card for victory to their planet. But survival is no guarantee. Advanced gear training is a nightmare. Brutal drills leave him battered and many times, bruised. Other recruits for the rescue of the multi-verse make him feel like a cosmic misfit. And the ultimate insult? The annoying kid, Rod Aokimoto, is there too. As tension rise, Ten discovers an even greater truth. He’s not just Mars’ gear soldier; he’s the last ANOMALY. Now, with the multi-verse on the verge of annihilation, Ten must rise above the chaos, master alien techs, and prove what it truly means to be a blessed (or cursed) human. TAGS: SCI-FI ADVENTURE | INTERGALACTIC & GALACTIC WARS | TECHS & MECHA BATTLES | HUMAN + MACHINE | COSMIC CHAOS BOOK COVER is made exclusively by my homie. It's Mine!!! Want him to make yours too? Just Say So.
AOMilton · 1.2K Views

No Name.u

"When a human tries to become a god, their can only be one outcome." ---------------------------------- As I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a disorienting sight. I found myself lying on a cold, metal bed, my limbs tightly bound to it. The feeling of numbness that had overtaken my arms and legs was overwhelming, and I struggled to regain any semblance of control over my body. As I looked up, I noticed multiple blindingly bright light bulbs arranged in a grid pattern on the ceiling, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to me over time, and yet it never failed to fill me with a sense of dread. I couldn't remember how long I had been trapped in this sterile, white room, but it felt like an eternity. My memories were hazy, my mind clouded by the constant barrage of experiments and tests that I was subjected to on a daily basis. I had lost track of time, lost track of the days and weeks that passed me by. All I knew was that I was a prisoner, a mere puppet in the hands of my captors. The experiments were brutal, each one more invasive than the last. They probed and prodded at my body, searching for answers that I didn't have. I was a lab rat, a subject for their twisted experiments, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The pain was excruciating, but I had learned to bear it with a stoic resolve. I had no choice but to endure it, to survive in this hellish existence for another day. I had no idea what lay beyond the sterile walls of my prison anymore. The outside world felt like a distant memory, a dream that I couldn't quite grasp. I was cut off from the rest of humanity, isolated in my own personal hell. The only contact I had with the outside world was the occasional visit from my captors, who would come in to administer more tests and take samples from my body. They treated me like an object, not a person, and it was a dehumanizing experience that had left me feeling like a shell of my former self. I had no free will, no autonomy. I was a puppet, a tool to be used and discarded at will. At least, that's what they wanted me to believe. But deep down, I knew that there was still a spark of humanity within me, a will to survive and fight back against my captors. It was a small glimmer of hope, but it was enough to keep me going, to give me the strength to endure another day of torture and pain. ---------------------------- Get ready for a hell of a Roller costar plot. Remember to thank me later...…
Dlustery · 1.1K Views

Regrets of my life

My first book is out- Dusk Veiled Desires: cunning devotion. [PAINFUL POEMS] VOLUME 1: Short poems. Amidst the roses in full bloom, Under the starry night's bright loom, A girl sits in the garden alone, Penning down her heart's sorrowful tone. The moonlight casts a dim hue, Reflecting on her hair's brown hue, As tears flow silently from her eyes, Longing for the one she loves but denies... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ VOLUME 2: You and me (well you need to read to find out what's inside) {starts from chapter 53} "Well... I think this is our goodbye," she softly sighed, A bittersweet farewell, emotions amplified. "But I can't leave you," he pleaded with his heart, Their love entangled, yet forced to part. "My love, I'm not real," she whispered, eyes filled with pain, An ethereal presence, destined to wane. "You are to me," he vowed, his voice trembling, Their connection profound, their souls assembling. "You know that I will always be with you, But not physically, my love, this much is true," She spoke with tender sorrow in her tone, A love transcending bounds, their spirits known... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ whatever I write here is totally based on my real life. (unrequited love) Hello there! Welcome to this book, which is not a novel or a story. In this book, I will share my poetry and inner thoughts, which I've been hiding for a long time. All of my writing is based on my life, and I kindly ask that you do not repost my work without giving me credit. Thank you I hope you enjoy reading my writing and find something that resonates with you. -zylyria YOU CAN READ ANY VOLUME FIRST. It just depends upon your preference.
zylksh · 57K Views

Billionaire's Regret

“Is Mr. Angelis there?” a hurried voice asked. The man introduced himself as Dereck. “No, Matt isn’t home. He’s in Brisbane until tomorrow,” Colette replied, her tone flat and resigned. She was ready to end the call and retreat back to the comfort of her bed when Dereck’s response froze her in place. He laughed. “Oh, is that what he told you?” A cold drop of fear slithered down her spine. “What is that supposed to mean?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, a mixture of fear and anger lacing her words. There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Colette could almost hear the gears turning in Dereck’s mind as he realized his slip. “What?” She stammered, before abruptly cutting the call. Matheo would attend the gala with Iris, and they would be the perfect couple, the power duo that everyone admired. Meanwhile, Colette would be here, in this cold, empty house, a prisoner of her own despair. The realization was suffocating, the betrayal too deep to bear. Her heart ached with a pain so intense it felt physical, a crushing weight that left her gasping for breath. She sat down on the edge of the bed, her body trembling with a mixture of rage and sorrow. Tears streamed down her face, but she made no move to wipe them away. What was the point? The man she had loved with all her heart, the man she had trusted implicitly, had chosen another over her. He had lied to her, betrayed her, and now he was flaunting that betrayal in the most public way possible. But this was new! Now, he had started lying to her. So, that he could attend the gala with Iris without his "stupid, unreasonable" wife demanding to be taken to a public place with him? He wouldn’t want that burden on him now, would he? No, Iris would look much better in his arms, cool and sophisticated, with her intellectual talks to charm his potential investors. She knew the ins and outs of his business and it wouldn’t be the first time he had taken her to such events. The thought made Colette’s stomach churn. But tonight, something snapped inside her. The dead flower of her heart, long withered from neglect and betrayal, turned to a crisp. She had been humiliated, shamed, hidden away in secret, and lied to. Matheo had been afraid she would embarrass him? Now she would show him what true embarrassment felt like. Maybe her marriage was over. Maybe her husband had only ever wanted her for one thing: sex. If that was the case, then tonight, she would be the epitome of sex. She would get ready to seduce him in public, and the whole world would see the actual of their marriage before she left him forever. If he wanted her as the whore, he will get the whore.
DaoistwOsln3 · 447 Views
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