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Bleach Tybw Kenpachi Shikai

Beneath a painted sky

A small coastal town in Oregon, known for its breathtaking sunsets and charming, tight-knit community. The wind carried the scent of salt and memory as Clara Hart drove into the small coastal town of Haven Bay. The ocean stretched endlessly to her left, crashing against the rocky cliffs like it was trying to speak. In her rearview mirror, the towering skyline of New York City was already a distant ghost, swallowed by the miles of winding roads and fading autumn leaves. She hadn’t been back in ten years. The town hadn’t changed much. Same crooked street signs. Same weatherworn buildings, their facades softened by sea air and time. The same old bakery with the sun-bleached awning. Her heart twisted at the sight of it all—familiar, yet foreign. Clara slowed her car as she reached the heart of town. She passed the art supply shop Mrs. Dorsey had owned since Clara was a kid. A hand-painted sign hung in the window: Welcome Home, Clara. Her chest tightened. Somehow, news traveled faster here than anywhere else. She turned onto Windmere Lane, the road lined with cedar trees that led up to her grandmother’s house. Or rather, what had been her grandmother’s house. The two-story cottage sat quietly beneath the sky, wrapped in ivy, its shutters flaking white paint. It looked just as it had in her dreams. Clara pulled into the gravel driveway and cut the engine. For a long moment, she sat still, hands on the steering wheel, unwilling to open the door. The house was a time capsule. A sanctuary. A tomb. She stepped out, gravel crunching beneath her boots, and approached the front porch. Her fingers brushed the wood railing—faded, but solid. She remembered sitting here as a little girl, painting sunsets while her grandmother read poetry aloud. The key was still under the third flowerpot, just like always. Inside, the air smelled faintly of lavender and dust. The living room was filled with sunlight, casting warm pools on the hardwood floor. Her grandmother’s rocking chair sat in the corner, unmoved. Clara dropped her bag by the door and walked slowly through the space, her fingers trailing along the furniture, the books, the picture frames that hadn’t been touched in months. When she reached the kitchen, a note pinned to the fridge caught her eye. "Clara – Welcome home. If you need anything, you know where to find me. – Eli" Clara stared at the note. Eli Morgan. The name rippled through her like a forgotten melody. He had been her childhood friend—the boy next door with kind eyes and a crooked smile. They’d spent summers chasing fireflies and winters building snow forts. Then high school happened, and life happened, and she had left without saying goodbye. She hadn’t heard his name in years. Clara set the note down and walked to the window above the sink. From there, she could just make out the old Morgan house across the field—tucked behind a row of pine trees, its roof sagging a little more than she remembered. Smoke curled gently from the chimney. A decade had passed, but some things, it seemed, refused to change. She unpacked slowly that afternoon, one room at a time. Each item she uncovered—an old painting, a worn book, a chipped mug—was a relic of a life she’d once known. She placed everything with care, as though reassembling pieces of her grandmother’s memory would somehow make the loss hurt less. By late afternoon, the sun had dipped low in the sky, casting golden light over the porch. Clara stood with a mug of tea in her hands, wrapped in a thick cardigan, watching as the wind rippled through the grass. A small voice drifted through the air, faint at first, then clearer. A little girl was laughing. Clara peered around the porch post. A child—maybe six or seven—darted through the field with a stick in one hand and a red scarf trailing behind her like a comet. Behind her, a tall figure followed at a slower pace. Eli. Clara’s breath caught. He was broader than she remembered, his frame solid with years of labor. His hair was a little d
Ikisa_Glory · 6.3K Views

The Fox Goddess Just Wants to Tease Me!

**The Fox Goddess Just Wants to Tease Me!** (*Kitsune-sama wa Boku o Karakau Koto Shika Kangaeteinai!*) Leon Aldrest always believed his childhood friend, Yae, was just an ordinary girl—until the day she mysteriously vanished, leaving behind only a bracelet and a promise that they’d meet again. He spent years holding onto that memory, waiting for her return. Fast forward to the present: Leon is now a rising adventurer, making a name for himself in the bustling city of Estoria. Life is tough but manageable—until one fateful quest sends him deep into an ancient forest… where he accidentally frees a mischievous fox goddess sealed away for centuries! But instead of destruction or divine wrath, the first thing she does is—pinch his cheeks?! “W-Wait… Yae?! Why do you have nine tails?!” “That’s what you notice first? Baka~!” As it turns out, Yae was never just a normal girl—she was a **fox deity** all along! And now that she’s back, she’s got one goal: to **tease Leon relentlessly** while making up for lost time! Between troublesome divine politics, jealous goddesses, and a clueless adventurer who still doesn’t realize how deep Yae’s feelings run, Leon’s life is about to become a whirlwind of chaos, romance, and **endless fox-related pranks**! **Will Leon survive the torment of a lovestruck trickster goddess? Or will he finally see through her teasing and uncover the truth behind her feelings?** A heartwarming (and infuriating) **romantic comedy** filled with **divine mischief, childhood promises, and one overly affectionate fox deity** begins now!
BoredNovelist · 1.6K Views

Penyamar Dari Tanah Legendaris Mistik

Di dunia yang berada di ambang kehancuran, di mana esensi magis mulai memudar dan teknologi kuno perlahan lenyap, Aerth terpecah oleh perang yang tak berkesudahan. Aetherium, sumber kehidupan bagi sihir dan inovasi, hampir habis, meninggalkan faksi Timur dan Barat dalam perjuangan putus asa untuk bertahan hidup. Barat dikuasai oleh The Despot, seorang tiran kejam dan penuh teka-teki yang membangun kekuasaannya di atas ketakutan, keserakahan, dan penderitaan. Dengan bantuan tangan kanannya yang licik, Euro, The Despot menghancurkan perdamaian rapuh antara kedua faksi, menciptakan kekacauan di Timur melalui manipulasi dan pengkhianatan. Ketidakpercayaan menjalar di antara para pemimpin Timur, dan aliansi yang dulu kokoh kini hancur oleh konflik internal. Di tengah kehancuran ini, desas-desus tentang sosok misterius mulai tersebar—seorang pria yang asal-usulnya terhubung dengan tanah legendaris yang selama ini dianggap hanya mitos. Kehadirannya sulit dijelaskan, pergerakannya cepat dan tak terduga. Bersembunyi di balik bayang-bayang, ia bekerja diam-diam untuk menggagalkan rencana The Despot dengan presisi yang luar biasa. Bahkan jaringan intelijen Euro yang terkenal tak tertandingi gagal mengungkap identitasnya. Siapakah sosok misterius ini? Apakah ia benar-benar berasal dari tanah legendaris yang hanya dikenal dalam cerita rakyat, ataukah ia seorang ahli penyamaran, pria yang ditempa oleh kehancuran dunia ini? Sebagai harapan terakhir Timur, Putri Cino Shikai, berjuang keras untuk mempertahankan rakyatnya, tujuan sejati pria ini menjadi pertanyaan besar—penyelamat atau kehancuran? Tindakannya dapat menentukan arah perang, tetapi apakah itu menuju keselamatan atau kehancuran masih menjadi misteri. "Penyamaran Seorang Pria dari Tanah Legendaris Mistis di Dunia yang Hancur" menghadirkan kisah penuh intrik, pemberontakan, dan pencarian harapan di dunia di mana legenda bertemu kenyataan, dan setiap pilihan membawa beban kelangsungan hidup peradaban.
Nasa_Kim · 15.1K Views
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