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Everyone has friends in their lives, right? They can be anyone—good friends, bad friends, or even... friends with benefits. Ahem! Anyway, the point is, everyone has friends. And so did I. I was friends with author of web novel. Yeah, was. A small argument over how the main character should act in novel of [World’s Greatest Hero] led to a fight with my friend, the author. Still frustrated, I stormed out of his house... and that’s when Truck-kun hit me. But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part? I woke up in a different body—the body of a side character in my friend’s novel. A character who is supposed to die in the prologue. [Your body is dying!] [You don’t have much time left.] [The creator of this world is mocking you.] F#ck you, Author. F#ck this novel. I will survive, and when I do—I'll beat you to a pulp! --- [WSA2025 ENTRY!] Additional tags: # Academy # Alternate World # Fantasy World # Male Protagonist # Misunderstandings # Multiple Love Interests # Obsessive Love # Possession # Romantic Subplot # Special Abilities # Transported to Another World # Yandere

"Haah!! I have seen it first so this is mine " Lucy said. "Even if you've seen it first it will be mine because you can't win me!!.... hahahah!! " Bruce said with his irritating voice and ugly face. Lucy complained to her mom which only encouraged Bruce to tease her more. Lucy stormed out of the house and put on her headphones and covered her head with the hoodie and started walking straight to the bakery. These are the times when elders sayings come true. Lucy should have been careful when walking on the road whilst listening to songs. Before she even realized that these are the last moments she is going to live in, it already became too late. Lucy met her end. Lucy woke up as "Thusia" the villainess in the novel called "The Golden hearted princess".Before she even understands if this is reality or not she realised that " Thusia" died earlier than her actual death according to the novel. Determined to leave this world she put herself in the deathbed, but no matter what she couldn't die. She also got to know so many secrets.

Durin stroked the black cat on the armrest of his chair, sitting on the black leather sofa. Through the glasses perched on his nose, his gaze passed over the long table in front of him and settled on the man kneeling on the carpet: "I understand, you've made money in Naples, your business has been very successful, and you've led a happy life. You've had those secret police, friends in both the law and the underground, and even the Royal Family speaking on your behalf." "You don't need a friend like me, I know that. You're afraid of owing me a favor, and you don't want to get involved in troubles." "But now you come to me and say, 'I beg you, Mr. Durin of the Corleon family, please help me seek justice, so that my life and my family will not suffer and sink into despair.' Yet, in your eyes, I was nothing more than a second-rate artist involved in movies and music. Even at the brink of death, you still show me such disrespect, not even willing to call me by my title... Keeper of Secrets."

Elaine Monroe never meant to fall in love with him. She never meant for her heart to betray her like this. But as she watches him stand beside another, hand resting on the waist of the woman he’s meant to be with, she wonders if she was always destined to be the outsider. "You knew," she says, voice barely above a whisper. "You knew how I felt." His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t deny it. He never does. "It wouldn’t have changed anything," he finally says. She laughs bitterly. "I know." Loving him was always impossible. He belonged to someone else. To his family’s expectations. To a future where Elaine had no place. "Forget whatever you think you feel," he tells her, voice firm, but there’s something unspoken in his eyes—something that makes it hurt even more. "It will never happen." And yet, his gaze lingers, just for a second too long. Then there’s her best friend—the one who stands beside her when the world turns its back. The one who sees her pain without asking. "You don’t have to do this to yourself," he says, handing her his jacket on a cold night. "You deserve more than waiting for someone who will never be yours." She wants to believe him. She wants to move forward. But some loves are impossible to forget. Some wounds never truly heal. And some desires, no matter how forbidden, refuse to die. _____ "loving him best decision i ever made" Elaine "you are my world"

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

The year is 5244, and humanity has been on pause. Despite centuries of technological advancements, society has stagnated, glued to their phones. Knowledge, ambition, and human connection have crumbled. SOB442 a 12 year old.Is different. A self-proclaimed genius in a sea of mindless phone addicts, he feels like the last person alive who craves something more—knowledge, purpose, meaning. In a world where even his family barely looks up from their devices, SOB442’s only friend is TFR100, a friend so absorbed in tech he barely knows how to speak.But everything changes the day they stumble upon a mysterious object in TFR’s basement: a “slab” unlike anything they’ve ever seen. Made of leather and filled with strange, thin sheets—paper—it carries a title: The Adventures of Shawn and Tucker. To SOB442, it’s not just a curiosity; it’s a relic from a forgotten era, a key to uncovering humanity’s lost history. Determined to uncover the truth behind the slab, SOB442 embarks on a quest to learn what the book holds and why it was buried in a world that’s forgotten how to read. Along the way, he’ll face resistance from a society that sees no value in the past, a government that thrives on ignorance, and his own doubts about whether one kid can reignite the spark of human curiosity. In a world where everyone is online, can one boy reconnect humanity to the stories that made it human?

Once every 10,000 years, the heavens open, and the Mortal Realm is cast into turmoil. The Great Reset begins—a cosmic reckoning where empires fall, beasts awaken, and only the strongest carve their names into eternity. For those who survive, the path to the Astral Realm and the right to claim divinity awaits. Raikai, a warrior forged in storms, wields the power of the Celestial Iron Body Cultivation, his flesh tempered into living steel. His Death Arms—twin scythes bound by chains—dance like a mythological dragon, crackling with lightning, capturing and tearing apart those who stand in his way. Beside him stands Shinryu, swift and precise, blessed by the Celestial Tiger. His Death Arms, a pair of white leather gloves with retractable claws, strike with divine speed—every slash a whisper of the heavens’ fury. Together, they ascend the path of blood and power, bound by brotherhood yet tested by fate. Their bond is their greatest strength, but in a world where the Death Arms grow with their wielders—feeding on their victories and failures—power often demands a terrible price. As the 10,000-year Reset begins, ancient titans stir, forgotten sects rise from the shadows, and primordial beasts long thought extinct awaken. The heavens will bear witness as Raikai and Shinryu defy the gods—or die trying. In an age where flesh is reforged into iron and weapons evolve alongside the soul—two brothers will challenge destiny itself!

He may have lost his memories, but he hasn't forgotten the warmth of her touch. Camilla Brentwood seemed to have it all. His love, his ring, and a promise of forever. She enjoyed all that until a stormy night changed everything. Billionaire Andrew Millers awakens from a coma with no memory of the woman who once held his heart. Instead, he finds Tanis, Camilla’s best friend who has now become a clever imposter, claiming his affection, his identity, and soon… his surname. Caught in a harsh web of lies and deceit, Camilla must battle not just for the truth, but for the man who once cherished only her. But how do you win back a heart that doesn’t recognize you… and doesn’t believe you? As secrets unfold, old passions reignite, and betrayal cuts deeper than ever, Camilla teeters on the brink of obsession and redemption. In this relentless struggle of love and memory—who will he ultimately choose when his heart starts to remember what his mind has forgotten? Excerpt (Teaser): "You look at me like we ‘ve shared something… something deep between us." Camilla's voice quivered, yet she remained steady. Her eyes locked onto his, caught in the whirlwind of feelings that had been building within her since the moment he forgot her. Andrew "Drew" Millers, the man who once ignited her passion and stirred her heart, stood mere inches away. His smoky eyes and tempting lips were unchanged, but now they felt empty. Frigid. Still, there was a flicker behind his lashes—something unspoken and unsettling. He took a step closer. His cologne enveloped her, dark leather mingled with memories of forbidden nights. His presence filled the air, making it hard to breathe, hard to think. "Do I know you?" he asked, his voice a smooth, low rasp that had once made her weak in the knees. Now, it felt like a sharp blade. Camilla's breath caught in her throat. Her fingers clenched at her sides. "You used to explore every part of me with your hands," she murmured, searching his expression. "You called me your home... your everything….. we imagined a future together" His jaw tightened. She pressed on. "You once said," she continued, her voice now a fierce whisper, “that even if you lost your memory, your body would still long for mine before your mind could catch up.” Silence hung heavily between them. Then his gaze fell to her lips. He moved without thinking, or perhaps it was the instinct that drove him. One hand cradled her jaw, while the other gripped her waist as if he were relearning how to breathe. And then… He kissed her. Passionately. Desperately. Like instinct had finally broken free. Tanis's voice cut through the moment like a sharp knife. "Drew!" He pulled away from Camilla as if he had been scorched, but his breath was uneven, and his pupils were wide. "What the hell was that?" he demanded. Camilla's smile was tinged with sadness. "That," she replied softly, "was your soul recalling what your mind has forgotten." [Add to collection to see what Tanis does next—and why Drew finds himself calling out Camilla’s name in his sleep the following night… with Tanis lying right next to him, making him question everything… especially the woman he believes he’s about to marry.]

Here I ask these questions of you. What if you were a modern man just happily living your life, and then all of a sudden you were not? Now instead you have died and been reborn into a medieval world full of big powerful men, as a small girl without anything to your name? How would you survive? How would you cope with being just a little girl? What sort of heights could you honestly hope to reach without seemingly having any overpowered cheats or systems or super powers to help you, just some advanced knowledge from your past and maybe something else? Well come and find out how a man named Bruce, a former undercover police officer tries to deal with this exact situation and his/her constantly developing body, developing meaning getting her first menstrual cycle at some point, which will lead to bleeding monthly from her private spot and other fun stuff and later she/he will begin slowly gaining more and more womanly curves and such things, you know woman stuff. Plus it happens in a Fantasy medieval world, on a large mostly unexplored island named Albion which is basically just England but not really much at all. ___________ Warning: The MC is not going to deal with all the challenges before him/her so well, and is most definitely not a genius or anything crazy at the start. So be prepared for some misunderstandings and a sort of Roller Coaster of comedy and drama as MC tries to find her/his place within this new world, create home of his/her own, maybe become wealthy, maybe change something in the world, maybe lead some people to glory or even try and change the entire world or even the Galaxy at large. Note: This is me trying to rewrite my other work with the same name. Basically after some thinking and forming this world of mine into a form that makes sense, I am goin to do this again, similar, but better.

“Aegir..” A single word remains in Cetas’ mind as he succumbs to the everlasting pressure of the depths - a glimmer of light filtering from above. He floats endlessly, the tidal currents rushing his body to who-knows-where yet he remains unconscious as the word echoes in his mind. He no longer remembers any memories that he once had but only mere fragments of what his past once was. A depth-dweller. A long lost race of ancient, forgotten in history as humans usurped the throne of the world, claiming superiority amongst other races of legend. After the war of mystics, only humans endured to live and gather themselves once more - dominating the entire world by force. Yet, depth dwellers remained - hidden and forgotten. And now.. The first would rise up on the surface. For hours upon hours, Cetas let the currents take him away, rendering his consciousness useless everytime he woke up. But now, it seemed that a warm and radiating light pierced his very pressurized skin. It was.. unfamiliar. He opened his eyes only to be greeted by a rocking hull, shaking synchronously with the sound of crashing waves. Yet, somewhere near him, he heard a faint and soft voice speaking a foreign language. He shifted his head to the direction of the voice and saw an unfamiliar face of a golden-haired lady with sea-like blue eyes, staring at him with utmost curiosity. The lady opened her mouth and let out another wave of unfamiliar words. Perplexed, Cetas sat up slowly, moving his body sluggishly. He then gazed at his surroundings, first staring at the massive rocking hull and onto the wooden floor and to the people surrounding him. Some wore bandanas and others wore white-loose blouses paired with leather boots and tricorn hats. However, Cetas wasn’t at all surprised by the unfamiliar scenery. But rather, he gazed above the sky, reaching far beyond the clouds, and saw the burning sphere of light that penetrated his deep-black eyes. Upon staring for 5 seconds he instinctively winced in pain. “Ow!” He looked around once more, pacing his head back and forth towards the unfamiliar people around him, and pondered, “Where am I?”

A young boy, Kaden Benjamin, rather known as Kaden, lived with his grandparents for most of his life. His grandfather, Willie Sanders Benjamin, was a well-renowned scientist, while his grandmother worked at his office as his grandpa's personal secretary. But one day his whole life changed.

"Now you see?" she shouted in a mix of annoyance and disappointment. "You can't outsmart Scrients! They're the most intelligent beings across the two realms." "You're right," I muttered, averting my gaze with a heavy sigh. "I made a mistake. I was too arrogant to think that a mere human like me could fool them." —BOOM!! "Heik! Wh-What was that?" "Hmm? I'm not sure. Maybe you should go and ask the most intelligent beings across the two realms. Oh wait, you can't. I killed them all.” ______ My name is Samael Kaizer Theosbane. On the last day of high school, I got into a fight with a kid I used to bully. It was a stupid, pointless scuffle, and in the middle of it, I tripped and hit my head on a rock. That’s when the memories came flooding in - the memories of another life, of a different world. Suddenly, everything made a twisted kind of sense. I realized two things. First, I was in a game I used to play in my past life. Second, I was a villain. A villain! Not the cool and mysterious kind, either. No, my destiny was to be manipulated and die a dog's death! I was the worst type of cliché: an ungrateful, privileged, insufferable young master. The sort you'd find in those poorly written fantasy stories. The kind everyone hates — a snobby brat from a powerful noble family who thinks he owns the world just because he was born with a silver spoon lodged in his mouth. You know the type. The one the hero beats to a pulp to prove his worth. Yeah, I was that guy. And the hero? The hero was the kid I’d been bullying all this time. The same one I got into a fight with. He was the supposed savior of this damned world. A world teetering on the edge of destruction, beset by wars, calamities, and a grim future that only I knew. And at the end of it all, the final antagonist of the game, the undefeatable boss… the Spirit King, was waiting. But could I even make it to the end? Could I conquer a game where defeat was the only certainty? A game that was now my reality! “Ah, fuck it.” I had no idea if I could, but I sure as hell was going to try. Extorting extras, manipulating main characters, twisting the story to my advantage, stealing the hero’s cheat items, killing villains before they could become threats - nothing was beneath me. Would the main characters be affected? Who cares! Would the story change? Even better! All I cared about was me—my survival, my life, my choices. “I will live this life with no regrets.” …But as I soon discovered, fate was not easily changed. And the price of altering one's destiny was steep. ========== Discord Server: https://discord.gg/VjFQtDUaTR

In a dark alley, obscured from the prying eyes of people, the muffled grunts of a shadowy figure beaten to a pulp were barely visible. Four hooded figures were standing around the bloody figure on the ground as he looked up in hate. Kraign struggled to his feet, his face mangled beyond recognition. "All of you idiots shall pay. THE WORLD WILL BURN!! "Boss, I think he's gone mad, we should leave", one of the hooded figures said on a low voice. "Was thinking the same thing", the shortest hooded figure replied, retreating with his crew, leaving the boy in the ground, barely breathing. As death drew near, things all went wrong.

Everyone warns me to stay away from Asher Cross—the school's infamous bad boy with a past as dark as his leather jacket. But what they don’t know is that I’m the one with the real secret. Years ago, I took something from him. Not money. Not love. Something far worse. His little sister. It was an accident, but that doesn’t matter. Nothing I do can ever bring her back. So I’ve spent my life pretending to be the perfect daughter, the straight-A student, the good girl who never steps out of line. Because if Asher ever finds out the truth… he’ll never forgive me. But fate is cruel, and the boy I once knew—the sweet one who used to chase fireflies with me—is gone. In his place is someone hardened by pain, someone drawn to me for all the wrong reasons. When our worlds collide again, I try to resist, but Asher is dangerous, intoxicating, and worst of all... he's starting to remember. And once he does, will he love me—or destroy me?

At 25 years old, Bruce Willis had hit rock bottom...Broke, jobless and betrayed. With just $10 left in his bank account, his fiancee, Hylin, sneered at him, calling him a failure before walking away with a richer man. As if that wasn’t enough, he had just been fired from his bodyguard job, leaving him stranded in a world where the poor were trampled without mercy. Just when he was about to give up on everything… [DING!!! Congratulations. You have been chosen by the Infinite Cashback System.] A glowing prompt flickered into existence before his eyes. Bruce froze. His pulse quickened. Was he hallucinating? He took a step back, but curiosity kept him rooted in place. "What… the hell?" he whispered. Suddenly, more notifications poured in, scrolling like a digital waterfall as a mechanical voice cracked in his mind. [DING…!] [Scanning host’s financial stability…] [Urgent assessment: Host is in a critical financial crisis.] Bruce clenched his fists. Did this thing really have to rub it in? [DING! The host is eligible to sign a contract with the Infinite Cashback System—the only system that grants a 100x cashback multiplier on all spending.] [Signing will grant an immediate bonus and unlock extravagant rewards.] [However, if declined, the system will permanently leave. Accept/Decline?] Bruce stared at the glowing text, sweat forming on his brow. Was this real? A scam? Or… a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? His fingers hovered over the prompt. One choice could change everything.Would he take the risk?

In a chamber where shadows dance with flame, there lies a book with no author's name bound in leather, stitched with time its pages pulse with tales unsaid.

While researching something the lab exploded and Felix Gray found himself in a whole other world worried about what to do in a world which was even more ancient then the ancient times recorded in interstellar history Felix heard a voice of someone asking him to save it. Save who he was the one who had his whole world changed. The little prince Felix has decided he wasn't going to do child labor and save somebody who couldn't even be seen and nobody could make him do it. That resolve lasted until Felix saw him. The strongest warrior with a mean face who took him home and fed the poor child some food. The annoying voice was once again heard saying if you don't save me the warrior will die. This threat made Felix extremely angry tightening his leather skirt and holding his full belly Felix went to save his man and saved the world along the way. Now comes the toughest job to convince the man that Felix is not his son but his husband. Hmm he likes the challenge.

Five years ago, Liu Duoduo took on the role of a caretaker for an injured man without giving it much thought, enticed by the generous pay to pay for her tuition. Little did she know that she would eventually fall in love with her boss, despite his warning: "Never fall in love with me." There relationship had improved till, One cold night, the intoxicated man stumbled into her room, but she didn't mind and welcomed him happily. The next day, he compensated her and asked her to leave. Three months later, Liu Duoduo discovered that she was pregnant with her ex-boss's child,the man she had fallen in love with. However, she decided to raise the child on her own without informing him. Five years later Excerpt "I don’t what a brother or sister..I only want me" "That won’t do..besides it’s not up to you..I want a cute Cotten padded jacket too.”he replied "Why..we’re the perfect triangle not square, no brothers or sister allowed daddy." "Triangle Huh..might as well as make it a football team." Liu Duoduo watch them bicker back and forth, football team? when did she become a breeding cow. Having struggled to raise her son alone, Liu Duoduo returns to give her child a complete family. But things are not as easy as it seems, when she has to deal his troubling mother and her mysterious family background, the situation gets tougher when she’s framed with a murder. Please don’t forget to send your love to my other works. My Darling CEO Is An Insomniac. Thank you for your support!

This is my first time doing this so I do want to say sorry for my grammar, spell, etc. I wasn’t very good at the English subject in school even tho it the only language I know. But when I say that I can put my story here I jump to it. Finally I want to say thank you for taking an interest in my story and deal with me as an author. A world of vampires and hunters get their power though the names they were given by the family leaders. We followed a special vampire name Tyler. Detail about Tyler: his hair swoops down covering his right eye with red hair lining with the swoop but a centimeter from the edge. A mole under his left eye. Left vamp teeth is always showing even when bloodlust mood off. Always have some type of long sleeve or jacket, Jean pants, and high top shoes. He wear a necklace with small dragger knife held by the handle. This story was from a short comic I made back in high school when I was deeply into drawing. I love this idea for my story that I keep it for about 5 to 6 year ago.

Centuries ago, the T-virus, a biological agent of unparalleled lethality, unlocked the door to humanity's destruction and sounded the horn of the apocalypse. With the gates of doom thrown wide open, Earth became a battleground for countless powerful and cunning creatures, pushing human civilization to the brink of extinction. The Fifth Epoch, known as the "Age of Human Civilization," came to a tragic end, giving way to the Sixth Epoch—the "Age of Chaos." This is a story born from that chaos. In a world where survival is a daily struggle, follow the journey of a resilient survivor as they navigate a shattered Earth teeming with terrifying beasts and ruthless factions. Amidst the ruins of the old world, the protagonist must uncover the truth behind the T-virus, confront the horrors it unleashed, and fight to reclaim a future—or risk losing everything to the relentless tide of chaos. Will civilization rise from the ashes, or will the Age of Chaos consume all?

n the tangled time streams of New York City, a hidden museum holds a secret operation. I followed Lila through the intricate timelines, her black leather jacket reflecting eerie glow under neon lights.

When the blood-red moonlight soaks the window lattice for the third time, you will find that black leather-bound manual by your bedside. The gilded cover is printed with an upside-down cross, and the ink on the inner pages gives off a sweet and pungent smell like rotten flesh - welcome to the Survivor's Safe Zone, where every rule is a blade coated with honey. Can you escape?

The Hanma bloodline is feared and revered, but within its ranks, ambition, deception, and rebellion fester. A grand tournament, meant to showcase the strength of the clans, is underway, yet beneath the spectacle, hidden agendas unfold. Bruce, the reluctant heir, faces rejection from the very people he’s meant to lead, while Narberal is forced into a confrontation with those seeking revenge. Meanwhile, Ajax, a master of deception, has taken on the identity of Minato Hanma, waiting for the perfect moment to strike as the coveted artifact nears its reveal. As warriors step into the arena, alliances are tested, and grudges resurface. Haruto Okamoto barely has time for introductions before Ren Kozuki’s sudden attack ignites the first battle, setting the stage for a ruthless competition. But this tournament is only the beginning—beneath the fights lies a greater scheme, where power struggles, betrayals, and long-buried secrets threaten to unravel the world as they know it.

I never thought my grandmother's book club would save my crypto fortune, but life is full of surprises. In the mayhem of moving into a new apartment, I mislaid my hardware wallet containing $400,000 in Bitcoin. I had packed it securely-at least, that's what I thought-but after unpacking every single box, it was nowhere to be found. First, I kept my cool. It had to be here somewhere, right? But when hours turned into days, my confidence crumbled. I tore through bags, checked jacket pockets; I even looked in the fridge in sheer desperation. Nothing. Next came panic: Had I thrown it out accidentally? Had the movers taken it? I couldn't get this vision out of my head that somehow my fortune had poofed into thin air. Frustrated and exhausted, I mentioned my predicament to my grandmother during a phone call. Instead of the usual "You should be more careful" speech, she surprised me. Oh, I've heard of a company that helps with that!" she said cheerfully. I almost dropped the phone. My grandma knew about crypto recovery? Turns out, her book club had a guest speaker, a retired cybersecurity expert who raved about Digital resolution services. She even remembered their website. At this point, I would have tried everything. I contacted them, and from the first conversation, I knew I was in good hands. Their staff was professional and patient, above all confident. They asked for detailed questions relating to my wallet, where I last saw it, and how it was backed up. Days later, they cracked the case. Using forensic data recovery and some advanced tracking techniques, they helped me regain access to my lost Bitcoin. It was a feeling of relief that cannot be described because I went from utter dejection to pure joy in a moment. More than a recovery service, Digital resolution services taught me something: never underestimate grandma's wisdom. Now, my hardware wallet is stored safely, with multiple backups, and I will never forget this lesson: when Nana talks, I will listen. Don't fall victim, reach out to Digital resolution services for any cryptocurrency related issues. Email: digitalresolutionservices  @   myself.com Website: digitalresolutionservices.com Be safe muriel halley

Bruce is an aspiring comedian, and in more ways than one, he was struggling. His recent performances left the audience in an awkward silence he couldn't break. The only hobby Bruce enjoyed doing during his time of leisure was diving into the bottomless pit of depression called the internet, and reading online novels. Though he loves reading great stories, the other thing that hooked him was the stream of dopamine he gets from online battles. It's the kind of fighting where participants don't need to be strong or even know how to throw a punch, rather, meaningless victory goes to those with the foulest mouth and thickest skin. Both of which was the perfect definition of Bruce. He is one of those people who has a sad and empty existence. Lonesome and unhappy, Bruce finds the feeling of not being alone and joy in pointless arguments online. He's the kind of Bruce that can't throw a one-inch punch but could take one in any shape or form. After giving a bad review on a new popular online cultivation novel and getting the author's attention, Bruce's day became weird. One thing led to another, and before the day ended, he died. When he woke up, he found himself in the body of a young master in a different world. _________________________ Warning: This story is satirical and not for the easily offended. If you are one, please steer away. Though the cover isn't a big-breasted anime girl, allow this note to tell you that this work does include mature themes. Thank you.

Purity a lowercase, clumsy, weak but determined angel suddenly volunteered to fight Abaddon, the 7th prince of hell who was pushed to earth to cause chaos on earth taking souls through deals Reborn but adopted into a family of riches and wealth faced bullying from her family but was favored by the head. Balancing her duties as an angel and the perfect granddaughter, It was purity’s job to take souls to heaven was it was time, both Abaddon and purity crossed paths couple of times but didn’t have any interaction. Roaming countries and countries for centuries Abaddon didn’t mind to purity until one night in an intense fight they were struck by lightning waking up they switched powers. ……………………………………… waking up to a burning sensation on her forehead purity whimpered, rubbing her head which just made the pain worse. looking around she wasn’t in her room, she was enveloped in an atmosphere of dark luxury.the air thick with leather and polished wood. candelabras with black candles cast flickering shadows on the walls adorned with intricate gold patterns. Massive, velvet- upholstered in deep burgundy and ebony wood chaise lounge dominated the space. A grand piano it’s ebony surface polished to mirror sheen sits silently in a corner. The bed which she layed on a grand king sized bed with black silk duvet and matching velvet pillows the wood on the head board was flawlessly carved with designs reminiscent of anique demon seal the bed positioned centrally purity jumped up seeing Abaddon staring at her with rage a halo atop his head his wings white but black in the very end and most importantly the cross tattoo on his wrist. “why are you with my halo?” purity stood on the bed attempting to take it but Abaddon threw her to the vanity table shattering the mirror “what did you do?!” Purity got up bleeding from her side she looked at herself in the shattered glass an upside down cross on her forehead her wings black, purity screamed “what did you do?!” she ran to punching his chest but Abaddon quickly raised her by the neck his grip tightening, purity couldn’t breathe the doors burst open Abaddon immediately dropped purity who gasped for air before looking up her voice still chocked “I can explain”

The God of death holds a leather bound diary close to his heart, within is a novel worth nearly more then a thousand words for a million lifetimes. Where he drops his quill- His brother is there to pick it back up and continue..

Once he traveled through time, Schiller became Batman's teacher and a professor of psychology at Gotham University. On his first day, Bruce Wayne entered the psychological clinic. Schiller had no choice but to open the American comics chat system and posted the first message: Batman asked me the meaning of life, how should I answer? Waiting online is quite urgent. Schiller Andel Rodriguez is a world-class criminal psychology master and the most famous psychology professor at Gotham University. His students include both superheroes and super criminals, but he does not belong to any of them. Batman likes to call him "

People all mock ChenTian as a canary raised by the Xiao family, but they don't know that this kneeling body wiping the ground flows with the blood of the top family. Three years ago, a shocking conspiracy led him to voluntarily wear the shackles of a "son-in-law". It wasn't until the night his wife was forced to sign the divorce agreement that he put on a mask with blood red patterns in front of the mirror - the day when Long Yin Yu Yuan would finally be empty. When the gilded invitation turned into a talisman, those who had once stepped on his spine for pleasure would eventually climb up and lick the mud off his leather shoes.

When I opened my eyes, I was inside a novel. [The Birth of a Hero]. [The Birth of a Hero] was a novel focused on the adventures of the main character, Choi Han, a high school boy who was transported to a different dimension from Earth, along with the birth of the numerous heroes of the continent. I became a part of that novel as the trash of the Count’s family, the family that oversaw the territory where the first village that Choi Han visits is located. The problem is that Choi Han becomes twisted after that village, and everyone in it, are destroyed by assassins. The bigger problem is the fact that this stupid trash who I’ve become doesn’t know about what happened in the village and messes with Choi Han, only to get beaten to a pulp. “…This is going to be a problem.” I feel like something serious has happened to me. But it was worth trying to make this my new life. DISCLAIMER: I am neither the author nor translator of the story. Please support author on official site. Translation credit: Eatapplepies