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Battle Divorce

[ Jadilah istri Maxim von Waldeck hanya dalam nama. ] Itulah tugas sederhana yang diberikan kepada Daisy, seorang mata-mata dari pasukan revolusioner. Maxim von Waldeck, seorang tentara bayaran yang lahir di luar nikah, dikenal sebagai anjing pemburu keluarga kerajaan. Ia dikirim ke garis depan sebagai umpan meriam, dengan peluang selamat yang nyaris nol. Tak ada wanita yang rela mengambil peran sebagai janda sebelum waktunya. Rencananya mudah: berpura-pura menjadi istrinya selama perang, lalu melarikan diri sebelum kerajaan jatuh setelah kekalahan mereka. Jika ia berhasil, imbalan besar menantinya—cukup untuk pensiun dengan nyaman. “Aku akan segera kembali, istriku.” Ya, senang bertemu denganmu. Beristirahatlah dalam damai. “Kita akan menyempurnakan pernikahan ini saat aku kembali.” Mimpi yang tinggi, bukan? Semoga arwahmu tenang. Daisy mengira itu hanyalah impian kosong seorang pria yang mendambakan masa depan bahagia. Namun kemudian— [ Maxim von Waldeck Meraih Kemenangan Besar yang Tak Terduga! ] Segalanya berbalik jauh dari yang ia duga. [ Pahlawan Nasional, Grand Duke Waldeck! Apa yang paling Anda nantikan saat kembali ke rumah? ] [ Memeluk istriku tercinta, Daisy, dalam dekapanku. ] Tidak mungkin. Ini pasti kesalahan cetak. Namun, Maxim von Waldeck adalah pria yang menganggap janji lebih berharga dari nyawanya sendiri. "Aku pulang, istriku." Dengan kata-kata itu, ia tiba-tiba menarik Daisy ke dalam pelukannya. Mata Daisy berputar panik, tak percaya akan tingkahnya yang tak terduga. “Haruskah kita menuju kamar sekarang?” “Apa?” Ia berbisik lembut di telinganya, senyum malas terukir di bibirnya. “Maaf, tapi aku sedikit terburu-buru.” Tubuhnya terasa berat dan panas, bagian depan celananya menegang, seakan siap meledak kapan saja. ‘Apakah bajingan ini seorang maniak mesum?’ Bisakah Daisy menceraikannya sebelum penyamarannya terbongkar?
serenaserenity · 280 Views

Battle of CHRONO

In the heart of the empire's most renowned hospital, a poignant scene unfolded. An emaciated infant, struggling for life, was born amidst the cutting-edge medical facilities and top-notch care. The child's condition was dire, necessitating immediate admission to the intensive care unit. As the medical team rallied around the fragile newborn, the atmosphere was tense with concern. The hospital's top specialists converged to provide life-sustaining treatment, administering critical care with precision and compassion. Despite the hospital's state-of-the-art equipment and expert staff, the child's prognosis remained grim. The medical team worked tirelessly to stabilize the infant's vital signs, but the tiny body struggled to fight off the frailty. The child's parents, overwhelmed with worry, anxiously awaited each update from the doctors. Every passing moment seemed like an eternity as they clung to hope. The intensive care unit became a sanctuary of hope, where medical professionals employed their expertise to coax the child back from the brink. The hospital's chaplaincy services offered emotional support, providing solace to the distressed family. Amidst the uncertainty, one thing was clear: the child's survival depended on the unwavering dedication of the medical team and the family's unrelenting hope. Shirley's eyes brimmed with tears as she gazed at their fragile newborn, struggling for life in the intensive care unit. Zilong, determined to comfort his distraught wife, wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "Shirley, don't be sad," he whispered softly. "I truly believe that our child will definitely grow strong and stand tall!" His voice resonated with conviction, offering a beacon of hope. Shirley turned to him, her face etched with worry. "But what if...?" she trailed off, unable to voice her deepest fears. Zilong's grip tightened reassuringly. "We have the best medical team caring for our baby," he reminded her. "We must stay positive and trust in their expertise. Our child will overcome this." His words were a gentle balm to Shirley's frayed emotions. Together, they stood vigil, hands clasped, and hearts filled with determination. Their love and resilience would be the cornerstone of their child's fight for life. Shirley's tears continued unabated, her heart heavy with sorrow. The plight of their newborn weighed heavily on her. "This child is so pitiful," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Born into suffering, he's faced calamity after calamity. First, the catastrophic event, and now his fragile body struggles to cope." Zilong's expression turned somber. "We did everything we could," he reassured Shirley. "The doctors said we made it just in time." But Shirley's guilt lingered. "If only we'd acted sooner..." Her voice trailed off, consumed by regret. "The gods are merciless," she whispered, despair creeping in. "This is their punishment for our hesitation." Zilong gathered Shirley into his arms, offering warmth and comfort. Zilong gently shook his head, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and resignation. "This matter has been strictly censored by both the Freedom Federation and the Imperial Alliance," he reminded Shirley. "It's now a forbidden topic, hidden from public discourse." The catastrophic event had left an indelible scar on humanity, the worst since the dawn of the New Era. Its aftermath was shrouded in mystery, cloaked by the twin powers that ruled the world. Shirley's gaze dropped, her voice barely above a whisper. "Before humans are destroyed, God makes them go mad." The ancient proverb echoed through the hospital room, a haunting refrain. Zilong's eyes locked onto hers, filled with a deep sorrow. "In the end, who truly knows what's right and wrong?" he murmured. "Perhaps our understanding is but a fleeting illusion."
LostInStories · 1.1K Views

Battle in Camo: The Warfront Beyond the Veil

The year was 20XX, and the United States of America, once the self-proclaimed leader of the free world, had become its own worst enemy. It all started with an egoist president, a man who campaigned on rage and ruled with greed. He promised to "Make America Great Again—For Real This Time." But his policies weren't about greatness. They were about power. About control. The economy crumbled under the weight of corruption. Infrastructure collapsed. The rich hoarded resources, while the poor scraped for survival. The people who had voted for him—out of desperation, ignorance, or sheer stupidity—realized too late they had been sold a lie. Then came the phrase that changed everything. "Deny, Defend, Depose." It started as graffiti on city walls. A whisper in underground forums. A chant in the streets. It was a call to arms, a beacon for the oppressed. And it had a name attached to it. Luigi Mango. A man who shouldn't have existed. A man who the government feared more than war itself. Some called him a hero. Others called him a terrorist. The government labeled him Public Enemy Number One, blaming him for the assassination of a powerful healthcare CEO—a man whose greed had denied millions access to life-saving treatments. But there was a problem. The evidence didn't add up. The security footage was grainy. The photo of the alleged killer didn't match Luigi's description. And the timeline placed him miles away from the crime scene. Was Luigi Mango even real? Or was he just a fabrication, a symbol people created to give their anger a name? Either way, the world was watching. Luigi was thrown into a high-security prison, cut off from the outside world. The government threatened to execute him if the protests didn't stop. But instead of quelling the rebellion, the move backfired. The people took to the streets, their chants echoing through the ruins of once-great cities: "Free Luigi Mango!" The phrase became a rallying cry, a symbol of resistance against a corrupt and broken system. Graffiti of Luigi's face—often accompanied by the words "Deny, Defend, Depose"—covered every wall. Protesters wore T-shirts with his name, and social media was flooded with hashtags demanding his release. But the government didn't relent. They doubled down, deploying the military to crush the uprising. Cities burned. The streets ran red with blood. Yet, the people refused to back down. They had nothing left to lose. As America tore itself apart, the rest of the world saw an opportunity. Countries that had long resented American dominance began to flex their power. Nations formed new alliances. Old rivalries erupted into full-scale war. The first bomb dropped on Washington D.C. at 3:42 AM. By sunrise, New York was burning. The president, in his final act of desperation, launched nuclear weapons at anyone he deemed a threat. China. Russia. The Middle East. Even European allies weren't spared. The world retaliated. Fire consumed the planet. And then, the portals appeared. During a brutal battle, a strange rift materialized on the battlefield—a swirling vortex of light and energy in the shape of a gate. The soldiers, the governments, the rebels—all froze. It was as if time itself held its breath. The smell of burning corpses and gunpowder still filled the air, but for the first time in years, there was silence.
codeddiass · 277 Views
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