Who Was In Pulp

In a world where farting do not exist. The man will become The one Who Farts. This story will become boring, maybe. The enemys are not yet decided. That world not need, but that world gets. *NOT Recommended for people* *Irregular Publish* *BORING STORY* *DUMB AUTHOR* *DUMB NAMES* *TRASH STORYTELLING* *BULLSHIT SETTING* *BULLSHIT ROMANCE*(IF there is maybe a romance) *BULLSHIT CONFLICTS* *ONE-DIMENSIONAL CHARACTERS*

Original Author: Songiba [I was forced to live in captivity for the rest of my life because I happened to be aware of the fact that I was a saint. I was truly a ‘real’ saint, but that didn’t matter, because there was already a designated saint in the temple. When I died from all the abuse I endured, I was sent back to a time before all those previous events in my life had happened. After 15 regressions, I was exhausted. I prayed, “I don’t want anything to do with this, so please just let me die,” And at that moment when I could finally be able to die, someone said, “How about being my daughter?” …. That monstrous duke had adopted me.]

+Note: The novel will be paused for updates to the storyline. Thank you for your understanding. A group of unsuspecting students is caught in a deadly contest where lives are at stake and time is running out. They must uncover the truth behind the sinister "Cinderella's Palace." As rain pours and thunder roars, Yuki finds herself in a Jinro Game reminiscent of a Japanese drama she watched. The villagers need to identify the wolves to save themselves, but in this game, distinguishing between the fake and real wolves is crucial for her survival. What if she draws the wolf card?

Cassian's heart skips a beat when the girl he secretly admires, Isabella Rose, suddenly declares herself his girlfriend. She's a captivating mystery, adored by him yet seemingly invisible to everyone else. As their relationship blossoms, strange occurrences and unsettling questions arise, leading Cassian on a journey to unravel the truth behind her secrets and face the consequences of their undeniable connection.

[If you are looking for a slow romance, you can give it a check if not, you'll be disappointed] Aera, a young 28-year-old was about to make her dream debut by opening her own floral shop that could be shipped in and around. Nevertheless, things didn't go as she planned. One would say that transmigrating to a book sound like a fantasy, however to Aera, it became a nightmare when she woke up in an unknown world even when she hasn't died yet. With an unexpected turnout, her life was hanging by a thin thread. Aera was presented with an option-either she goes back to her world with her memory erased or enter the other world, and comes back with the memory intact to have her revenge. Never did she expect of choosing the worst villain of all. A character in a book where she killed the Empress and her unborn child. Worst, the male lead was reborn time after time with his memory intact. His grudge still hung on torturing the villainess. Even more worst, the ML was a split image of her long-time crush. ----- "Do you hate me that much?" As soon as the question was raised, a table lamp flew past through the said person, smashing against the wall behind him. "More than enough to kill you right now." The female figure responded with nothing but hatred and disgust in her tone. Her jewel eyes that glow under the dark never left her gaze on the other male person who was sitting on her opposite. ----- The male lead wasn't the only one Aera had to put a guard on but even other characters when one after the other began to make an appearance. The more the flow gets out of the plot the more twisted it gets. Her only goal was to survive so she could go back home.  P.S:- English is not my first language and I am weak in grammar. I'll be happy to receive either a critics or feedback or comments...^-^ Please do give it a read till chapter 3 or above to get the clear picture.

" It's like you're a whole different person. You've changed...a lot."Gwen bit her lip to prevent the burning tears in her eyes from falling. " I haven't changed. I'm just showing you a side of me that you didn't get the chance to see before. " His eyes were devoid of emotion and this scared her more than it hurt her. Gwen is pretty much an open book. She's down to earth and likes to view her thoughts . But due to wicked fate , she has to get her hands dirty in order to provide for her family. She'd been in a community gang for the last seven years and her family had no knowledge of this. One thing she'd learnt from working in this gang was that no one was to be trusted. People could either make or break you. Her hidden life is going pretty much the same till she meets Alec Reinster . What role will he play in her life? Will he give her a reason to open up her heart or will he be the reason she wishes she'd never had a heart in the first place ?

Shelby Lee was far from ordinary. Sure, she went to school, and did her work, and was a straight-A student at her school. Yes, she was a female teenager. But she wasn't like anyone her age. Shelby had been born with a superpower, one that had made her a hero in the night, one that was dangerous If she lost control. One day, a letter appeared at her doorstep, and when she opened it, she saw it was an acceptance letter from a university she hadn't applied to. The next day, she went to the school to check it out. Only to find it was a school for future heroes and possibly villains. She meets a boy named Connor. They become enemies. And her best friend, along with the university, think their dating. She proposes a truce that involves them acting like their dating. He accepts. And now the game is on. But theres a question that needs an answer. Who will fall for the other first?

The clock ticked ominously in the dimly lit apartment, shadows stretching across the walls like dark tendrils. Jane's hands shook as she picked up her phone, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced at the mirror, catching a glimpse of her reflection-eyes wild, lips trembling. With a deep breath, she dialed 911. "Police emergency," a calm voice answered. "Come to 123 Maple Street," Jane's voice was urgent, laced with desperation. "Unless it's going to be a vulture's desire..." "Ma'am, can you explain what's happening?" The dispatcher's tone shifted from routine to concerned. "No time!" Jane interrupted, panic rising within her. "Just come!... As she hung up, the silence felt suffocating. Memories flooded her mind-her ex-boyfriend's betrayal with her former best friend, the gut-wrenching pain of being replaced. She could almost hear their laughter echoing in her ears, mocking her. With tears streaming down her face, Jane sank to the floor, clutching the phone tightly. A dark resolve settled within her...

Elara is drawn into a web of intrigue and danger when she begins experiencing strange visions and powers she cannot control. At night, rumors spread of a mysterious woman who stalks the city, and as people begin to die under unusual circumstances, suspicion falls on Elara. She must uncover the truth about her past before her enemies can destroy her—or before she destroys herself.

a girl who gave her heart to someone who didn't value her nor her feelings instead just played her and when she found out everything she had heart aches, and every memory reminds her of the pain caused and she tried to find love again yet she doesn't seem to find the right fellow that can handle her gentle heart

THERE are tragic writers who live out in the world they are the Gods tv destined to die again and again tragically forever

Delicate as a flower, innocence of a newborn child, beauty that could put angels to shame and the kindest of all. That's who Veneesa Des Flazear is, or thats who I, Bella Ser Mosique, am supposed to be. The sole purpose of existence is to seduce the crown prince, become the future mistress, destroy the order of this nation and then finally pave way for my people to invade this kingdom. Ever since I was a little girl, I have been trained for this mission. Comabt training, acting, geographical knowledge, expertise in herbology, weapon knowledge, social psychology and manipulation, financial knowledge and what not. I was raised to tackel anything thrown at me. This mission is more important to me than anything, and nothing shall ever come between me and my goal. All the efforts that I have done will become fruitful. If I survive throughout the mission then I will become the hero of my kingdom. I most probably will die. And I have mentally prepared myself for that as well. I was raised to become emotionless, so that I do not bond with anyone during the mission. The only emotion I ever felt was passion. Passion to see this kingdom to burn in front my very eyes. --------------------------------------------- " This is NOT how it was supposed to happen. " She said in a trembling voice. Tears threatening to fall. " Then how was it supposed to be. " He chuckled as he caressed her head. " I was supposed to seduce you. I was supposed to use you. Thats what the plan had always been. And once everything was done, I was supposed to kill you. " She said, her head hung low. Daring not to meet the eyes of the prince. " But, what happened ? Why did you go against the mission ? " He asked, his hand gently lifting her face to look into her diamond eyes. " I- " She was at a loss for words. " Hmm? You ? " " I... I " Tears fell. She could not understand why he looked at her with such a soft gaze when she said she was supposed to kill him. She sobbed uncontrollably. " Oh dear, alright I am sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you. " He chuckled as he pulled her into his soft embrace. His hand rubbed her back as she soaked the nape of his fine satin shirt.

"This story concerns people who waste their lives by adopting others' perspectives of themselves. They follow other people's opinions and spend their entire lives seeking validation, visibility, and love."

Alexander Alice is a child when he lost his mother. He left his father because he was the reason of his mother's death. He met a guy who took him in an orphanage where he found a girl with beautiful character. At the age of nineteen, he killed a person who was trying to harass a girl. He had no fear of being arrested because he was considered a devil of his own world. "Her gaze dances across the crowd, landing on every face but mine, as though I am but a shadow in the room." His voice was thick with emotion, reflecting something broken within him. "This is such a cheap weapon, girl; you can't seduce me."Tears were rolling down her eyes as he grinned. Bending down to her face, he took his hand out of his pocket and placed it gently over her eyes. "I wish I had someone in my life who doesn't know the price, but understands the value of being with me." he looked at sky fraught with Stars, but where was the moon. now he had found something to be discovered.No doubt he was a great mood transformer. "Trying to make you understand is like honking in front of a deaf person." This was a lady for whom he could repeat himself a billion times, even millions if necessary. "She will get me killed with her smile—such a dangerous weapon." absorbing in his thoughts, when he looked at her, smiling face, trying to impress him with her smile. "Don't smile," he said, voice low, a warning in his tone. "I’m talking about her." "Yes, boss," came the reply.

MATURE CONTENT

pembunuhan? ah hal yang mengerikan. kenapa harus ada pembunuh? apa yang mereka pikirkan hingga berani mengambil nyawa seseorang. bukankah itu terlalu keji, pasti korban nya sangat ketakutan dan histeris. aku bertanya tanya, apa pembunuh pernah menyesali perbuatan mereka setelah melakukan aksinya? seperti pada dilena kali ini, malangnya dilena. wanita baik hati dan cantik itu harus berakhir mengerikan di gang sempit rumahnya. di sana gelap dan sepi, aku rasa dia sudah menangis dan terus kesakitan. "tolong ampuni aku" kata kata itu, pasti dia menyebutnya dengan menggosok kedua tangannya meminta ampun. aku benar benar membenci pembunuh, apa dia menyesal membunuhnya? apa dia tau gadis seperti apa yang dia renggut nyawanya? apa dia pernah datang ke lokasi kejadian dan minta maaf? apa dia pernah sekali saja menangis untuk setiap nyawa yang ia ambil? kapan Tuhan akan menghukum mereka? aku ingin menjadi Tuhan sekali saja dan membuat nya merasakan hal yang setimpal. haruskah? maka aku harus. "tebak, tebak, tebak, ayo sembunyi. aku mulai mencari mu, jadi berlari dan sembunyi saja. aku akan mengantar mu dengan setiap dosa mu, bahkan neraka pun akan enggan menerima mu" credit by @lyoudrubylod

AFRICA CURSE

Yush Hussein, the esteemed heir to the Archduke House of Hussein, was born into a life of privilege and honor in the Milky Way galaxy. His family held immense power under the rule of the imperial family Adeyemi, who governed over humanity with absolute authority. Yush's future was bright, surrounded by a loving family and the highest status imaginable in the galaxy. However, Yush's world is violently upended when an assassination attempt nearly takes his life. Driven by instinct and desperation, Yush confronts the assassins, slaying them . But as he questions the leader of the assassins, seeking the truth behind the attack, Yush is delivered a soul-crushing revelation—the assassination was commissioned by someone within his own family. The betrayal cuts deep, shaking Yush to his core. The once perfect life he had known is now fractured, his heart in turmoil as he struggles with the idea that someone he trusted sought his death. Consumed by conflicting emotions of anger, sadness, and confusion, Yush must now navigate a treacherous path of intrigue and deception. As he delves deeper into the conspiracy, he embarks on a quest for the truth, torn between love for his kin and the desire for vengeance against those who have betrayed him.

[Slow Burn] Beloved, Though these words may reach you beyond the veil of existence, know that my heart speaks to yours with every stroke of the pen. In this moment of reflection, I am filled with gratitude for the joy and warmth you have brought into my life. As a son, a friend, a rival, or a lover, each of you has left an indelible mark upon my soul. If the tapestry of fate should weave our paths anew in another life, let it be known that I eagerly await our reunion. May the threads of destiny guide you back to me, wherever I may be. With enduring love, Velor

Struggling until the age of thirty-eight without being able to afford a house. Facing the need to pay a dowry of three hundred thousand in order to get married. Living frugally for most of his life, working to the point of his liver breaking. But, where was his money? Who in the world earned all the money away? Jiang Qin, filled with countless resentments, is reborn at the age of eighteen. The only thought upon opening his eyes was to start a business and make money. He snatched back the love letter he had given, flipped it over, and under the shocked gaze of the school belle, wrote three lines: I shall never work a job again! I just want financial freedom, never to be a slave! As for love? Not even dogs would bother with that! DISCLAIMER: To show my love for the book, I am sharing it and giving credit to the original writer(What Went Wrong) And Shout out to Google translate; Can we get some W in the comments!?

My whole life is sport now is time to be king of sports