Vegeta Cries

Most would expect the daughter of the king of one of the four strongest nations in the Realm of the Angels to enjoy great luxury and power. While her Father may enjoy those things, that isn't the case for Rosemary. The hated daughter only manages to attract disdain from others in the royal court despite her gentle and kind nature. Rosemary was born with a weak body, preventing her from living up to the ideals of her father and his court. Such environment pushes Rose to attempting to end it all. But she is unable to do so as she recalls her older brother's love for her. As she drowns, she cries out for help. But no one is around. No one but a certain handsome man with eyes as cold as her father's.

" Yeonwoo!" said young master Kieran i felt a ting in my heart as Kieran cried my vision was red, crimson red blood gushing out of the cut "Your ladyship forgive me for interfering but you will be going out tomorrow and the scar can be permanent" i said the metallic taste entering my mouth she grits her teeth and slaps me across the face her wring scratching my check leaving a small unnoticeable scar "take him to his room i don't want to see his face!" she said getting a handkerchief from a close maid i bowed and took the young masters pale soft trembling hand and walked to the cold stuffy attic together.

[SLOW BURN} (CHECK OUT MY NEW MAFIA ROMANCE. OUT NOW!) "You can't hurt me anymore, Ace. I'm not that crybaby you used to know," she warned, taking a step back. "Who said anything about hurting anyone, darling? There's only one place I need to cry for me. One very," his eyes trailed down her body, and stopped between her thighs. "Very moist place." He took two steps forward, and closed the gap between them. Ace is the legitimate heir to the Atticus dynasty, but there's a condition. Grandpa before his death says he cannot fully inherit everything until he gets married, and stays married for at least a year. Quick to think, he finds a solution to his dilemma; A contract marriage. With the help of his personal assistant, Grant, He finds Fay Landon. Dainty Fay that cries a lot, and can talk a storm. He vows it's only a marriage of convenience, until the redhead let's her hair down, and shows him the woman behind the tears. She falls first, but he falls harder. In the middle of the war for a billion dollar empire, heartless Ace Atticus will learn that to come out victorious, he needs a Fay up his sleeve. THIRD MONTH OF WIN-WIN. PLEASE SUPPORT ME WITH YOUR VOTES, COLLECTIONS, REVIEWS, COMMENTS, AND GIFTS. THANK YOU.

A frail and often ill son of a wealthy merchant unexpectedly embarked on the path of cultivating immortality while seeking a way to prolong his life! During the Tang Dynasty's Golden Age, the world was at peace, the climate was favorable, and the people lived in tranquility. One thousand years later, demonic beings devoured the sky, demonic ghosts rampaged, and sorrow-filled cries resonated everywhere. The Journey to the West reappeared, the Great Sage fought against the heavens, the Heavenly Stem descended to the mortal world, reincarnating anew. Mysterious transmigrations and reincarnations, reality and illusions intermingling, truly extraordinary! Is it just a dream predicted in the prophecy? Or a reality that has yet to occur? Can he eradicate the predestined demonic barrier, eliminate the catastrophes of the Three Realms that have yet to occur, and save the people from utter destruction?

Sam: "After feeling responsible for his father's death, Sam takes fate into his own hands, to finish what the old soul of his father had started. But even if he does get what he desires, will it be enough to fill the void?" Ifan: "Ever since he became an orphan, the only person near his side was Sam- but it doesn't feel good to live up to someone's expectations. Silent cries and sorrows of when you care, Does it? Faiza: When a detective becomes so obsessed with a case. Could it be duty, personal or Forbidden sensations? And wanting to escape is just a thought away." Ayat: Wounds, scars and suppressed voice will always urge its way to bleed again. bandages lead a long way, How can she make it essential?"

When seventeen year-old Whisky and his classmates are kidnapped and trapped in an abandoned warehouse, they're forced to participate in a twisted game of survival. With no escape and no mercy, they must fight each other to stay alive. As alliances are formed and broken, Whisky must confront his darkest fears and confront the true nature of humanity. But in this deadly arena, can anyone be trusted? With each passing day, the stakes grow higher, and the body count rises. Will Whisky emerge victorious, or become the next victim between the 'Cries of Rebels? Blood, Sweat and Tears: The Price of Freedoom!!!

"I don't want to die. No, I can't die. I MUST LIVE ON." As if the world heard his cries, all the qi, from the highest peaks to the lowest valleys, surged towards him, filling his body, strengthening him, ascending him. **** At the outskirts of a forest, a young boy laid beaten and bruised. Surrounding him, a group of boys around his age laughed and mocked him. "I will have my revenge!" The young boy vowed. Picking himself up, he discovered a red pebble. Imprinted on it were three legendary technique. These techniques not only changed his fate, but also the fate of the world.

*****[I DO NOT OWN THE ART IN THE COVER ALL CREDITS GOES TO THE ITS CREATOR ]***** In a dimly lit room filled with tension, a woman struggles through the intense labor of giving birth to twins. The air is thick with emotion as her blue eyes reflect a mixture of pain, determination, and anticipation. Outside, a storm rages, mirroring the turmoil within. The father, a stoic figure with sharp gray eyes, watches from a distance, his thoughts clouded by the weight of impending fatherhood. As the woman gives birth, one of the twins is weak and unnaturally pale, a stark contrast to the other who cries out with life. The family, unaware of the significance of the still child, names the twins Lucas and Mykel. The Duke, the father, maintains an unreadable mask, his eyes lingering on the fragile child, sensing something wrong but concealing his worry. The tension between life and death hangs in the air, and a deeper mystery begins to unfold as the family’s future is marked by this birth, shrouded in unease and hidden emotions.

His home destroyed by dragons, and nothing left to his name, Crimson travels alongside a companion he met in the forest, in hopes to find a new home...

In the realm of Teneria, situated on the continent of Erica, three princesses are poised for significant achievements. Runa, designated as the chosen one, wants to restore the kingdom to its former prominence. Scarlet is motivated by retribution, strives to reclaim her lost domain, and seeks vengeance for her people. Jessica, prepared to foster unity across the realm, must adeptly navigate the complex landscape of power dynamics and political maneuvering. Their trajectories converge upon the resurfacing of the Blue Compass, concealed for over four centuries. This compass serves as a navigational instrument leading to the esteemed Nadine Nectar that bestows upon the consumer the ability to attain dominion over all creatures. The unexpected re-emergence of the Blue Compass, a long-lost artifact, disrupts the prevailing peace and incites widespread conflict. Nations that had previously maintained a fragile harmony now find themselves in opposition. The three princesses, each embodying a distinct destiny, emerge at the forefront of this turmoil. As nations unfurl their war banners and issue battle cries, the location of the Nectar becomes known solely to the individual in possession of the Blue Compass. As the princesses undertake a perilous journey to secure the Nectar, they must confront personal adversities, cultivate unexpected alliances, and confront formidable adversaries. However, as they move closer to their objective, they realize that the price of power may exceed their initial expectations. The crucial question remains: will Runa, Scarlet, and Jessica surmount their differences and collaborate to obtain the Nectar, or will their divergent paths lead to the undoing of the Realm? This is Teneria, where the quest for power and the authentic essence of greatness are rigorously examined.

However, Qiao Yu's departure did not make Bo Hanshi give up the search. He began to frantically search for a woman named Qiao Yu, and his voice, his appearance, and even his personality began to change. He no longer just needs someone like Qiao Yu, he has to find her, it can only be her. He muttered to himself: "Qiao Yu, come back, I am willing to repeat the mistakes of the past, this time, you can play me to death." His world has lost its color, and only thoughts and regrets for Qiao Yu remain.However, six years have passed by like a fleeting breath, and everything has undergone earth-shaking changes. Qiao Yu, from that high-ranking young lady, has become a single mother. Life has pushed her to the edge of food and clothing. Her face no longer has the smile of the past, only humbleness and loneliness remain. And Bo Hanshi has transformed from a humble talented man into a man of the hour on the Forbes rich list. His eyes still have that loneliness, but they are more dignified and unparalleled domineering. When they met again, Bao Hanshi's eyes were scarlet. He leaned against Qiao Yu's ear and said bitterly: "Qiao Yu, thanks to you, I am where I am today." His voice was full of hatred. Meaning and self-deprecation. Qiao Yu raised her head and bit her lower lip to hold back the tears in her eyes. There was a trace of fearlessness in her smile: "Then Mr. Bo should thank me. If it weren't for me, Qiao Yu, Mr. Bo would still be the poor boy with nothing. " As time passed, their relationship became more complicated. Bo Hanshi pushed her into the corner, with anger and pain in his eyes: "Qiao Yu, how dare you marry someone else and have children?" But there was only deep despair in Qiao Yu's eyes. In the end, Qiao Yu chose to walk towards the vast and deep sea and jumped down. She said: "In Baohan, I gave this life to you. Now, I don't owe you any more." At that moment, her figure disappeared at the end of the sea, leaving only Baohan's cry and pain. However, Qiao Yu's departure did not make Bo Hanshi give up searching. He began to search frantically for a woman named Qiao Yu. His voice, his appearance, and even his personality began to change. He no longer just needs someone like Qiao Yu, he has to find her, and it can only be her. He murmured to himself: "Qiao Yu, please come back. I am willing to make the same mistakes again. This time, you can kill me." His world has lost its color, leaving only his longing and regret for Qiao Yu.

Everyone cheered in unison: Long live the Hero Hiraeth! We had all been through so much, lost so much in the last five years of holy war. We cried happily when Hiraeth raised the flag of the Holy Empire high and cut off the head of the last blue demon. "My sweet Sasha, tell me what we can still be in this terrible darkness." I never knew how to answer that, not even when I saw her being burned at that stake and crying out for forgiveness from the Mother Goddess of the citizens who once cried out to her. "You were the only one who could accept the demon I have now become, Hiraeth."

On a boundless and vast continent, countless nations rise and fall, weaving a tapestry where culture and power intertwine in a dance of prosperity and conflict. From the untamed lands of the north to the bustling harbors of the west, the solemn kingdoms of the heartlands, and the enigmatic empires of distant realms, this land teems with both opportunity and peril. Beneath the endless struggle for dominion, ancient beliefs clash with burgeoning ambition, and the clash of iron and the pursuit of glory etch eternal scars upon this earth. In the tide of destiny, kings, dukes, heroes, and envoys are drawn together, their fates entwined. The lands scorched by war are not only marked by ruin but also by the defiant cries of those who fight to reclaim their homes and uphold their ideals. As the wheels of fate turn, secrets buried deep within history will decide the future of this continent. Whether it will be consumed by fire or endure will depend on the swords in their hands and the unyielding resolve within their hearts.

When he hit me, I didn't say a word. Not even a squeak, I was too tired to fight back, not anymore. When he was with her in our matrimonial bed, I cried myself to sleep in the guest room. Then, he did the unthinkable and threw me in jail because of his mistress. That’s when he crossed the line - Zahra Zahra and Ali have never crossed paths before. Not until a random arrangement crosses her parents’ minds.Life is not all roses…Ever since they got married, Zahra has had to handle a great ordeal with her husband, who has extra-marital affairs right in front of her face. When her patience wanes, and he pushes her into Jail, she returns bigger and better.

A story of a man in another universe who in his last breath cried out to Lord Shiva for salvation and is reborn in 16th century bharat with certain abilities as blessed by the Lord the story is fictional and has no relation to any real character or event ================= please note this is my first book I am writing it for fun so don't expect much

"I must get stronger." Christopher's eyes blazed as he charged forward, his dagger slicing through shadows. [Player's agility increased by 15%]. His foes crumpled, their cries echoing through the desolate landscape. "I must get stronger!!" [Player's stamina enhanced by 20%]. Christopher's resolve hardened with each fallen enemy, his heartbeat pounding in sync with the system's rhythmic notifications. "I must get stronger. I must get stronger. I must get stronger!!!" [Player has unlocked the Aegis of Athena – Shield of the Gods]. As the legendary armor materialized, Christopher's roar shook the earth. "For the gods, for Atlas, for Tori, for mom!!!" [Player's reputation: Avenger of the Fallen]. The title settled upon him like a mantle, forged in the fire of his unrelenting fury. But as Christopher stood victorious, the system's voice whispered an ominous warning: "Alert: Titan's essence detected... Atlas's true form awakens..." The ground trembled beneath Christopher's feet as an eerie glow illuminated the horizon. "Estimated time until Titan's rebirth: 60 minutes." Christopher's determination hardened into steel. "I will not falter. Not now. Not ever." The fate of the realm hung in the balance. Can Christopher defeat Atlas and save the realm, or will he be the very cause of its destruction?

“A humble scholar embarks on a distant journey, enchanted by a fox spirit’s nocturnal allure. Their souls entwined as soulmates, their union of spirit and flesh destined for three lifetimes. The ancient wisdom of Yin and Yang in the Ghost Valley endures, the crafty old man’s arcane arts profound. Lost and bewildered in this path, a surreal dreamscape of wonders and horrors. Demons and monsters cloud the true essence, spirits and ghosts linger in the shadows. Oh, how to find a way out? A mystical jade stirs up both the criminal and martial arts worlds, eight powerful talismans ignite conflicts across the land. In this dire situation, which beloved will come to my rescue? The spell cries out: Fox spirit, haste to my aid as commanded!”

little boy cried" mama mama papa where are we going" he sniffed "Carlos baby don't cry mama is here for you" she said " Stop playing around with that kid Margaret and pack the bags" father said  "mama papa please i do not want to go anywhere i want to stay here with Janette"the little boy thats not up to 10 years old "Carlos where we are going to you would find new friends infact more than a hundred friends" she said "Mama but i really like Janette she really friendly"the boy said  "They are here " the father said                                "Open the door or we will break it down" the village judge said "Honey what are we going to do"she said              "You and Carlos go through the back door ill b right behind you"   "  Honey I can't leave u here " she said "I said go now!"

The Hero's Ritual: a deadly contest where one hundred candidates vie for the title of Hero. In this brutal game of survival, where only the strong live and the weak are destined to perish, a young boy without any talent for battle manages to survive by a mind sharper than any sword. Upon learning that he has been chosen as the Hero, he naively believes that his life will finally see a glimmer of hope. But what awaits him is far from a Hero’s glorious future. 'You… must die here.' Before his journey as a Hero can even begin, his beloved childhood friend pushes him off a cliff. All that awaits him now… is the abyss. This is not the story of a Hero's triumph. It's merely the desperate cries of a fallen one. Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/c/SouloftheLoveWarriors

"daddy please you don’t have to do this; you’re hurting me! Daddy please!!!" I cried louder but it was as if nothing happened. He only stopped after making his way through me. After I was raped by that useless assault, my whole life became miserable till I met my angel who was also killed by my sister and his brother. I went through series of sexual harassment. I was betrayed by my own sister. But I never gave in till I made it and made every soul payed for what they did to me.

"Did you think healing me would make me love you more?" He scoffed grabbing my hair as he pulled me towards the door. "You're hurting me, Xavier," I cried beating against him weakly. There was not much I could do. "If I ever see you an inch close to me," He threw me against the wall "I'll damn the consequences and kill you,". *** My mate and I were destined to hate each other, only an act of true love or selflessness from the stronger mate could set our destines on the right path but for seven years, I had to put up with my mate's abuse and his supposed love of his life until one day I decided to leave. I left, determined to stay hidden from him forever... but I found out I was pregnant few weeks later.

It was in death that Ella found out that the person she’d loved and cared for the most had been the one who planned her demise. Ella swore if the gods granted her one more chance she’d come for everything that belonged to her & wrack havoc to those who stood in her way. Ella had cried for the man who’d loved her more than his own life, she’d cried for her parents who’d tried to protect her. Suddenly she woke up in her bedroom just days before her wedding was to take place. What will she do with this opportunity? Will she marry the man she never knew she loved? Will her nemesis repent? Will this be a repeat of her last life?

little boy cried" mama mama papa where are we going" he sniffed "Carlos baby don't cry mama is here for you" she said " Stop playing around with that kid Margaret and pack the bags" father said  "mama papa please i do not want to go anywhere i want to stay here with Janette"the little boy thats not up to 10 years old "Carlos where we are going to you would find new friends infact more than a hundred friends" she said "Mama but i really like Janette she really friendly"the boy said  "They are here " the father said                                "Open the door or we will break it down" the village judge said "Honey what are we going to do"she said              "You and Carlos go through the back door ill b right behind you"   "  Honey I can't leave u here " she said "I said go now!"

[18+] Shen Yanyue shared a steamy night with her unrequited love, Lu Beichen, a.k.a. the 2nd prince. They would eventually married, but would her love be reciprocated, or would the one night and union break them further apart? Was there a deeper meaning that connected their fates? Whose cries did she hear in her dreams? And how should she deal with the hot mess on her bed, while finding herself entangled in a revenge plot that began their story?

«Verily, after every difficulty is ease». «I plan, You plan, We all plan but Allah's plan is the best». ~**~ "Yeah, I know. I was your wife before but now I'm my husband's wife. And if you really love me as you said, you will let me go because I've let you go a long time ago. If you really love someone, you will do anything or everything for his or her happiness even if it means you let go" I wrote and mouthed to my husband "let's go". My husband carried me out in bridal styles leaving him who was crouching on the floor crying his bleeding heart out. ~**~ No one is perfect, we make mistakes, we break, we give up, we failed and we succeed. Follow Sophia through the journey of her life with every pains, twists, cries, betrayals, loves, hardship, revenges, heartbreaks emotional rollercoasters. © Adeyemi Mariam (Um_royhan) The cover is not mine, credits to who owns it. Do review and vote Discord : https://discord.gg/qRRxHjg8TX

i pinned her to my bed a she was panting and moaning "Don't worry baby girl ill be gentle"

Athena Devlin, a struggling unemployed Historian, finally lands a job as an Archivist at one of the most prestigious Corporations in the world, the Raven Corporation. Little did she know that her first day at work would also become her very last as flesh-eating zombies invaded her workplace.She must navigate the new world, uncover hidden secrets, and survive the evolving zombie mutations. However, during her quest for survival an unprecedented tragedy occurs that sends her to death's door. As her soul cries in agony for revenge and justice, messengers of heaven await patiently for her in order to deliver a message. ”Thus, will ye accept the proposition? If so, whom will ye choose, ye vessel of Raquel and Azreal. Who do ye desire to be thy partner in thy quest to set the world back to its course?” Copyright @2024 Evikryle All Rights Reserved. This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Anya’s life was ordinary—mundane even. But everything changed the day the scribbles started appearing. What began as harmless notes and poetic confessions carved into her desk soon spiraled into something far darker. The anonymous writer seemed to know her every move, each letter peeling back layers of their tortured soul. At first, she was unnerved, feeling their presence everywhere. But as time went on, those words began to anchor her, pulling her into a connection she never thought she’d crave. She felt safe in the chaos, even when the letters turned into cries for help and self-loathing. She wanted to find the sender—needed to. But when the notes stopped, her world crumbled. Their silence left a void she couldn’t fill, and just when she thought it was over, the letters returned, twisted and chilling. As the truth unravels, Anya is forced to face a reality that will shatter her. Sometimes, the lines between love, obsession, and despair blur—and when they do, no one is ever the same.

A slice of life novel that follows the MC, John Warshire. In his daily life. Involving his school life, home life, and everything in between. DISCLAIMER: BOOK INCLUDES DEPRESSION, DRUGS, ABUSE, SELF-HARM, ETC. IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE DON'T READ IT. John Warshire has to go to school while suffering. Having to fake his smile to the world. Going to school everyday with the sole purpose of making people laugh to forget his own troubles. Suffering from many mental illnesses he just wants to have someone to be there. Is it that easy? No. John has cried out many times for help. Bring thrown out by the people that he called family and trusted. Preparing to just fade away.

When love turned to tragedy and a whispered vow shattered on blood-stained rooftops, she could have let the darkness consume her. But death brought neither peace nor an escape from the betrayal that tore her world apart. Now, lingering between realms, her presence is no longer bound by the frailty of life. As a spectral force of rage and sorrow, her wailing cries pierce the night, carrying the chill of a curse that can’t be silenced. Those who hear the banshee’s call know that vengeance is near, and her killer’s days are numbered. For she is more than a ghost—she is the wrathful bride, haunting his every step, promising retribution with every mournful cry that echoes from beyond the veil.