Stuffing

Abigail’s only crime in life was being born as the mute daughter of the deceptive maid, who drugged her boss and got pregnant for him… or so she thought. All her life she had to serve her stepsister, Genevieve, attending to her every whim. While Genevieve used every opportunity she got to make Abigail’s life hell, even to the point of seducing Abigail’s boyfriend. On the night she resumes college, Abigail crosses path with Jamal Jonas, a heartbroken elusive billionaire, who leaves behind a stuffed animal that belonged to his first love. Abigail keeps the stuffed animal, which stirs her long lost memories. Five years later, Jamal shows up again, but this time as Genevieve's new live-in driver. Working for Genevieve quickly places him near the supposedly mute and intelligent Abigail who he doesn’t immediately recognize, and soon enough, Jamal finds himself pulled in by Abigail's charms. Jamal quickly realizes there is more to her than meets the eye, and there might be more connecting Abigail to his first love than Genevieve.

The vast Dream Sea, atop layers of miracles and magnificence, where Transcendents walk the ascendant path guided by their ultimate longings as if by beacons. The supreme beings wielded power, their greatness shining in all directions, ascending to divinity. But even deities were not the ultimate. They too struggled for greater perfection and ideals, endlessly, within the Void Origin, above the Dream Sea. "So... Your Majesty Ybur, as the most powerful Slime in history, what exactly drives you to become stronger?" Many years later, when faced with the question from a Heavenly envoy, Ybur, who by then stood at the zenith of the Dream Realm as the "World Devourer," recalled the afternoon just after his birth when the Creator had stuffed him down a golden toilet and flushed him into the sewers in one go... After a long silence, he spoke with a heavy tone: "It's the toilet. The golden toilet." The envoy: "???"

LEGEND TELLS OF A HERO... Sir Stringsworth. A name once whispered by trembling dragons. The savior of plush kingdoms. Defender of pillow fortresses. A noble warrior carved not by the hands of fate, but by a dad with a pocketknife and a spare piece of nylon string. For years, Sir Stringsworth stood vigil in the arms of his master, slaying invisible beasts, surviving bathtime floods, and even singlehandedly winning the Great Stuffed Animal War of '09. But legends never die quietly. On one fateful picnic day, Sir Stringsworth met his doom. Not in battle. Not in fire or shadow. But beneath the hooves... of a baby cow. A “trusted steed,” they said. The family’s adorable farm mascot, they said. Betrayed. Flattened. And, as fate would have it, the cow had recently stepped in something vile left behind by the dog. As darkness claimed him, Sir Stringsworth—warrior, protector, stick—uttered his final thought: “Tragic… but at least I died beautiful.” And thus, the world lost a hero. Or so it thought.

Title: Opposite My sect Synopsis: Hendrix was a penniless, jobless, and luckless Zambian man whose life was the definition of pitiful. Dumped by every girl he approached, mocked by life itself, and tragically killed the very day he finally caught a break—he died in a freak house fire after stuffing himself with food for the first time in years. The gods watched in disbelief. One goddess, both amused and baffled by his cringe-worthy pickup lines and pathetic end, decided to reincarnate him—not out of pity, but curiosity. Giving him a strange and humiliating system called the Sect Expansion System, she promises to cure his shyness through pain and progress… by forcing him to build a powerful sect in another world. Reborn as Alex Kai, son of a disgraced and exiled shinobi woman who survived a brutal war and raised him in the deep jungle, Alex trains under her watchful, masked eye. His mother, once a feared assassin in the all-female Blood Blossom Sect, never reveals her past—only that Alex must leave one day and make his own path. At 17, after surviving a deadly ambush and discovering his mother’s harrowing history, Alex sets off to build his own sect. But there's a problem: the system forbids him from entering towns, unlocking mana, or accessing powers without first recruiting members. Even with his strength and training, he's just a guy stuck in the mountains with no one to follow him. That is, until he finds a mysterious, dirt-covered girl clutching a slime. She’s cute. She’s weird. And she’s a tamer. When she refuses to join his sect, Alex resorts to deception, cooking questionable snake stew and claiming demon tigers roam the forests below. Her only way to eat and survive? Say the humiliating recruitment phrase: “I died a virgin loser.” Reluctantly, she joins. And the Wayward Flame Sect is born. With one girl, one slime, zero dignity, and a broken system that demands growth or death, Alex must rise from nothing—recruiting outcasts, building strength, and uncovering the truth behind his mother's past and the goddess who watches from above.

Marisol never imagined she was anything more than an ordinary, broken girl—until her life fell apart. A family that neglected her, the destruction of her beloved stuffed doll, and a spiraling series of tragedies reveal a darker truth: she is a dark seed, an unwitting fragment of a malevolent force known as the Core. Destined to bring chaos and destruction, she is caught between the pull of her own darkness and the world’s desperate attempts to erase her existence. When Eri, a Gothic Lolita demon born from the Core’s influence, emerges from the shadows to protect her, Marisol embarks on a harrowing journey of survival. Hunted by cultists who worship the Core, pursued by a determined scientist seeking to harness her powers for salvation, and haunted by her growing connection to a cosmic battle between light and dark, Marisol must uncover the truth of her existence. Guided by Aiden, a detective whose unwavering belief in her challenges her darkest instincts, Marisol resists the whispers of the Core. But every step closer to freedom pulls her deeper into the eternal conflict between Sylva, the guardian of the Tree of Life, and the Core’s remnants. As the lines between hero and villain blur, Marisol faces an impossible choice: to surrender to the Core’s influence or carve her own path at a devastating cost.

The silver portal shimmered before us, pulsing with an eerie glow. It wasn’t exactly inviting—at least, not to me. Judging by the silence, I’d bet the others felt the same way, though Argentum’s ever-present grin was an exception. Yeah… none of us really wanted to go. But at this point, we had no choice. Elyas let out a weary sigh. Maintaining the portal must have been taking a toll on him. “There’s no turning back,” he said, his voice firm but tired. “Let’s just get this over with.” Then, he turned to me. “Ash, you’re taking the lead?” I stuffed my hands into my pockets. “Why me?” I wasn’t the leader or anything. Did he think I’d inspire confidence in the others? Yeah, right. Tack! A sharp slap landed on my back, nearly knocking me forward. Argentum burst into laughter. “Oh, that’s right! Should I call you Ash or Lina now?” His eyes sparkled with amusement. I shot him a glare. He really didn’t hold back, huh? My shoulder still stung. “Keep that up, and I’ll make sure you lose that one good hand of yours,” I muttered. He just grinned wider. With a sigh, I turned toward the portal. “It’s Lina. Lina Lapis.” I took a step forward, the swirling energy crackling against my skin. “Since we’ll be meeting Ash on the other side anyway.” And with that, I stepped through. The others followed close behind. “Let’s see how this goes, shall we?”

He lost everything. Then the wind spoke-and it hasn't shut up since. Kael was eight when the world taught him that dreams are dangerous. The night his mother was taken by the Overseers, silence became his survival tactic. No more talking. No more drawing. No more sky-gazing. But grief has a way of building pressure. Years later, in the ruins of a forbidden library, Kael snaps-and the wind erupts. Not metaphorically. We're talking full tornado mode. Flying soldiers. Screaming air. Unexpected atmospheric drama. Now seventeen, Kael wanders the world with wind at his back, sarcasm in his mouth, and trauma stuffed somewhere under that dusty cloak. He surfs breezes off cliffs, yells at mountains, and names thunderstorms like pets. Somewhere between the meditating and accidental aerial stunts, he learns control... kinda. He's not your usual brooding chosen one. He's emotionally damaged, armed with a sense of humor sharp enough to slice through despair, and barely qualified to babysit, let alone save villages. But when he returns home with a grin, a one-liner, and just enough wind power to launch bad guys into trees, Draelen learns one thing fast: You can't silence the storm forever. Especially not one with this much attitude.

James has never known the gentle rhythm of a real home. For years, his life was a blur of cold stares, echoing hallways, and beds that never felt his. Hope was something he tucked away with every bag he packed, every goodbye he never truly recovered from. Until the Alexanders came. Their home is nothing like the ones James has known...it hums with laughter, smells of cinnamon bread and fresh flowers, and glows with sunlight that touches more than the walls. It touches the heart. But for James, stepping into warmth after so many years in the cold is terrifying. How do you trust love when all you’ve known is loss? How do you belong when every part of you has been taught that you don’t? From Sandra’s bouncing curls and eager kindness to Maggie’s guarded but steady presence, and Mr. and Mrs. Alexander’s unwavering gentleness, James is slowly drawn into a world he never dared to imagine. Yet beneath every warm moment lies a lingering question: will this last, or is it just another stop before the world forgets him again? In this heartwarming tale of resilience and redemption, James’s journey is not just about finding a family, iit’s about discovering the quiet courage it takes to accept love, to trust again, and to believe that even the most broken hearts can find a place to call home. Emotional, tender, and deeply human, this story is a testament to how the smallest gestures,a stuffed rabbit, a gentle smile, a warm meal can begin to heal even the deepest wounds.

The streets were a mess — broken cars, scattered loot, zombie groans echoing through the air. Kim Byeol-ha sprinted at the back of a terrified crowd, his hands casually stuffed in the pockets of his ragged hoodie. A dull thought floated lazily in his mind. “Should I make ramen tonight? Or maybe... tteokbokki? Something spicy sounds nice…” Behind him, a monstrous zombie let out an ugly screech. Byeol-ha glanced over his shoulder, yawned, then slightly shifted his wrist. Puff. The zombie's head exploded without warning, but he didn't even blink. No one noticed. Everyone was too busy screaming. At the front of the street, a group of well-armed fighters burst into view. Their leader — tall, broad-shouldered, in sleek black tactical armor — pointed his gleaming sword forward with authority. “Everyone behind me! We'll protect you!" Baek Ryeo-woon, commander of District 9, the textbook definition of a hero. Byeol-ha stopped running. “Ah. It’s the overachiever type.” He scratched his head and turned to the side, casually strolling toward a side alley to avoid getting drafted into some dumb citizen protection program. Meanwhile, Baek Ryeo-woon spotted Byeol-ha slipping away like a lazy cat ditching chores. "You!" he barked sharply. "Stay with the group!" Byeol-ha tilted his head lazily, eyes half-closed. “Mm? Why?” His voice was soft, almost sleepy. “It's dangerous, idiot!” Ryeo-woon shouted, cutting down two zombies with clean, practiced strikes. “You want to die alone out there?” Byeol-ha considered it seriously. "Not really. But if I die, at least I won't have to worry about dinner," he muttered, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets. Baek Ryeo-woon stared at him like he'd just grown a second head. "Who the hell worries about dinner during an evacuation!?" He stormed toward Byeol-ha, grabbed him by the back of the hoodie like a stray cat, and physically dragged him back into the crowd. Byeol-ha grumbled under his breath, getting hauled like a shopping bag. "Geez, musclehead. Let a guy think about tteokbokki in peace." Meanwhile, Ryeo-woon growled low, half-annoyed, half-baffled: "Great. Just what I needed. Another helpless civilian with no survival instincts." Neither of them knew yet — one was the hidden protector of the entire city, the other... was about to fall hopelessly in love with a boy who cared more about spicy rice cakes than zombie apocalypses.

Lin Qing He transmigrated into the novel and became one of its cannon fodder. The novel's background is non-viable-1960s, time of want to eat but nothing to eat and want to wear, nothing to wear. Although the lack of supplies and life was monotonous, this wasn't what she was concerned about because she got a small personal interspatial space, which is stuffed with supplies, so temporarily no worries about basic needs. What she is worried about, if she remembers correctly, her three so-called sons will become big villains in the future, and their upright and cold dad will end up in an indestructible end. Lin Qing He looked at the three future villain sons, eldest who was only five years old, the second child was only three years old, and the third child was only one year old, and decided to give them half a big white bun to fill up their tummies.

For OFFLINE reading purposes ONLY All credits to Author, translator, and publisher Lin Qing He transmigrated into the novel and became one of its cannon fodder. The novel’s background is non-viable-1960s, time of want to eat but nothing to eat and want to wear, nothing to wear. Although the lack of supplies and life was monotonous, this wasn’t what she was concerned about because she got a small personal interspatial space, which is stuffed with supplies, so temporarily no worries about basic needs. What she is worried about, if she remembers correctly, her three so-called sons will become big villains in the future, and their upright and cold dad will end up in an indestructible end. Lin Qing He looked at the three future villain sons, eldest who was only five years old, the second child was only three years old, and the third child was only one year old, and decided to give them half a big white bun first…

Alvin was just another waiter, trying to make a living in another country where living was a battlefield. But all of a sudden his life took an unexpected turn when their restaurant had a not usual guest. One night, all it took was one night to turn his life upside down. Alvin became something he thought was only possible in myths or movies. His life meant a lot, and not just to himself. Now he must learn to steel himself to prepare for what's to come, to shed his fear of death, and to move on from the loss of his loved ones. To live like a VAMPIRE. ...and to feed like one. The only relief he had after discarding his identity as a human was that he could still eat his favorite stuffed garlic bread. As he moved on with his life, day by day, facing challenges upon challenges, Alvin started sensing something amiss about himself, about his life. Why did it suddenly start to feel like something was watching his every move from the shadow? Why did every action seem to be pushed by someone lurking behind the scenes?

There he was-looking just as good as ever, wearing that same carefree smile, like nothing ever changed. But everything did. Once, we were inseparable-a bunch of mischievous kids stuffing our faces with candy, dreaming about the future. He was my best friend, my partner in crime, my first love. My everything. We shared secrets, laughter, and dreams. And then life happened. Two years. That's how long it's been since I walked away. Since I broke everything. Will it still be the same? Does he still hate me? Do the misunderstandings still linger between us? And what about the others? Are they still our gang-or did I shatter that too? I miss them. I miss him. But I know they haven't forgiven me. How could they? I left. I had no choice. After what happened... staying was impossible. And yet, here I am. Thrown right back into the mess I ran from. Can I fix what I broke? Can I just move on-forget him for good? But how... when he's the only person I've ever loved? And the one I hate most in the world. Damn it, Dad. Why did you bring me back?

I died—whether by poison, betrayal, or just the slow rot of the apocalypse, I’m not sure. The last thing I remember is the red sky cracking and my heartbeat fading out. Now I’ve woken up as Aren Valebrant—a spoiled noble who just lost a duel, humiliated himself in front of his political fiancée, and somehow lived through it. Unfortunately, I’m not him. But I am now. With no clue how to use magic, no allies, and the soul of a survivalist stuffed into the body of an arrogant failure, I’ll have to fake my way through a world of ancient Houses, deadly politics, and one very disappointed bride-to-be. The old Aren wanted power. I just want to live. But if survival means becoming what he couldn’t… so be it.

Eight-year-old Lithra cherishes her beloved Bunny, a treasured stuffed rabbit passed down from her grandmother. Bunny is more than just a toy—she’s Lithra’s one source of comfort in a home strained by tension and unspoken wounds. But her mother, weighed down by resentment and alcohol, sees Bunny as an unwanted reminder of the past. One night, Lithra discovers her mother trying to destroy Bunny, forcing her to fight for the only thing left that connects her to her grandmother. After a police officer finds her alone, Lithra’s world begins to unravel. The once-familiar safety of home crumbles, leading her toward a tragic accident that will change her life forever. A Short Story

When Shen Chenyu transmigrated, the original body had already been ruined by the protagonist, and married a blind and ugly boy with a disabled body and eyes. In front of him was a thatched cottage with air leaks everywhere, and on the bed was a prematurely delivered and unconscious husband, holding a freshly baked steamed stuffed bun in his arms. Fortunately, his Dimension Mall also followed, rice noodles, oil and salt, milk powder toys, panacea... everything. Seeing that the little days are getting better and better, and the family is getting richer and richer, it is inevitable that people will be jealous and jealous. In the ancient times of scholars, farmers, commerce and industry, only those who were strong enough would not be bullied. Shen Chenyu resolutely chose the road of imperial examination. Story and translation are not mine. All credits goes to the real owner. For offline purpose only. Author: 谢千钧

This isn’t a fairy tale. No heroes. No lessons. Zetulah Viridian isn’t a savior. She’s the part of you that knows kindness gets you killed. And her story? It’s the question you’ve been swallowing since life first kicked your teeth in: How much worse would you burn the world to make it hurt like you do? Zetulah is just a woman with blood in her teeth and a knife, asking: How much of your soul would you sell to watch your enemies bleed? Before wolves ruled the world, war did. Four dynasties carved the realm of Varkathis apart like a carcass. Their war is no longer about thrones—it’s about erasing each other from history. For centuries, four houses ruled through brutality and broken vows: House Emberclaw (South): Flame-lit conquerors with eyes like smoldering coals. They leave only ash and children's bones behind. House Viridian (West): Healers turned hunted, their once-bright green eyes—symbols of hope, and nature—now dimmed to murky moss. Targets for slaughter. House Azzuri (North): Ice-hearted titans with gazes bluer than glacial crevices. They would let their own blood freeze before breaking an oath. House Moriba (East): Puppeteers with golden eyes that flicker like gilded lies. Stare too long, and you’ll wake up throat-cut with your own dagger. —-------- Zetulah Viridian doesn’t scream when her brother dies. She counts the seconds until his fingers go cold, the Emberclaw dagger still jutting from his throat. They don’t let her bury him. Instead, they nail Fenrik’s corpse to her family’s gates—a scroll stuffed between his teeth: “Let the last Viridian choke on her brother’s rot.” They take her title. Her home. Even her pride—carving the Emberclaw sigil into her land as a warning to survivors. But rage? Rage is the one thing they can’t carve out. Zetulah isn’t fighting for a crown. She’s fighting to keep her tongue, her liver, her green eyes from becoming Emberclaw trophies. To survive, she kneels to the boy whose family murdered her brother— Prince Kaelith Emberclaw, whose crimson gaze burns like a forge even as he bandages her wounds with surgeon’s hands, that has snapped more necks than healed them. Every time he laughs—warm and bright, nothing like the Emberclaw pyres she’s cursed—she forgets, just for a heartbeat, that she needs to kill him. War horns sound. Now, Zetulah must choose: Lead her surviving kin into the hellmouth of battle, or light the match that burns every house—hers included—to cinders. Because in the realm of Varkathis ? Mercy is the lie you tell while sharpening your blade. Power is the scream that haunts your enemies’ sleep. And Zetulah? “She’s learned how to make the world scream with her.” "You won’t like Zetulah. You’ll recognize her—the part of you that knows mercy gets you killed." Here’s what they don’t tell you about vengeance: It doesn’t heal. It addicts. You won’t love this story. You’ll hate how much you need to finish it.

[Dimension Exploration] + [Management] + [Urban Legends] + [Comedy] + [Meat Pigeon] + [I'm Surrounded by Beauties] The renowned sharp-tongued food critic Tang Rijie had already wolfed down three large bowls of rice, sweating profusely, yet he stubbornly maintained his stance. "I admit the dishes in your restaurant are all delicious, and the appearance, scent, and taste can be considered perfect, but I must say, I didn't taste any soul in these dishes! And the soul is the key to determining the success or failure of a dish!" Ma Lu's expression remained unchanged, "It's just a soul you want, right? Just wait." Having said that, he walked into the kitchen, took out two souls from the freezer, and stuffed them into the blender. 10 minutes later, a steaming plate of dumplings was placed in front of Tang Rijie. "Hello, sir, here is the soul you asked for, all wrapped inside."

"Speak, where did you learn this skill from." Mira got down straight to business, A'ting was lying there unable to move even a muscle. A'lo quickly destroyed a summoning bead and headed to help A'ting. Despite knowing, she was an opponent they won't be able to defeat. They wouldn't give up nor accept any humiliation inflicted upon them or that'll reflect too poorly to their master was their mindset. Kryll sensing that his disciples were in trouble he quickly rushed out of the inn. When he reached, the two of them were laid there beneath the foot of Mira. All the things he had once thought back in the inn felt like a lie. He was consumed by anger, his two disciples had been beaten to the point of being crippled. A'lo's foundation was destroyed while A'ting was still struggling to breathe. Without uttering a single sentence, Kryll went and attacked Mira unleashing his blade. Mira had already sensed the killing aura and when Kryll had attacked she quickly countered it. But the impact send her flying a few feet away. She was surprised someone younger than her had managed to push her back. While she was in thought, Kryll quickly stuffed in a pill in each of the two and started healing them. "You think I'll watch you heal members of the demon? Not a chance!" Mira snapped and slashed forward. Kryll expecting all of it took hold of the two and teleport away. No matter how angry he was, he won't risk the life of the two as long as they had hopes of surviving. A'ting recovered enough energy to sit up but A'lo had completely been crippled. At this moment, the stage was currently in shambles while soldiers crowded the area. "Search for the three! Kill those who shelter them!" Mira gave out her orders firmly to the surrounding guards which quickly dispersed. "A'ting, take care of your brother and don't worry, I've placed a formation here, so you won't be harmed as long as you're in this house." "Master, disciple will heed your words!" A'ting quickly knelt and watched his master leave the house. Kryll was determined this time, he would definitely teach that girl Mira to know how to appreciate life. He was afraid she might stoop down so low she would fall. He didn't understand why he was concerned for her. Furthermore, he was angered, yes, but he still can't bring himself to even think of killing her which disturbed him deeply. He approached Mira who was still inspecting the stage, she had no clue how he disappeared every time but she knew she had to get to the bottom of it, or she'll never be able to kill the demon. "Are you sure you want to expose your back to an enemy?" Kryll said still a trace of anger in the words he was emitting. Like he said, if he had just attacked as soon as he arrived. He had a high chance of inflicting fatal damage to her. Mira was surprised, she hadn't been paying attention and she also knew she had a chance of dying if he had attacked which made her more vigilant. "Speak, where did you learn this skill from." Mira got down straight to business, A'ting was lying there unable to move even a muscle. A'lo quickly destroyed a summoning bead and headed to help A'ting. Despite knowing, she was an opponent they won't be able to defeat. They wouldn't give up nor accept any humiliation inflicted upon them or that'll reflect too poorly to their master was their mindset. Kryll sensing that his disciples were in trouble he quickly rushed out of the inn. When he reached, the two of them were laid there beneath the foot of Mira. All the things he had once thought back in the inn felt like a lie. He was consumed by anger, his two disciples had been beaten to the point of being crippled. A'lo's foundation was destroyed while A'ting was still struggling to breathe. Without uttering a single sentence, Kryll went and attacked Mira unleashing his blade. Mira had already sensed the killing aura and when Kryll had attacked she quickly countered it. But the impact send

"Speak, where did you learn this skill from." Mira got down straight to business, A'ting was lying there unable to move even a muscle. A'lo quickly destroyed a summoning bead and headed to help A'ting. Despite knowing, she was an opponent they won't be able to defeat. They wouldn't give up nor accept any humiliation inflicted upon them or that'll reflect too poorly to their master was their mindset. Kryll sensing that his disciples were in trouble he quickly rushed out of the inn. When he reached, the two of them were laid there beneath the foot of Mira. All the things he had once thought back in the inn felt like a lie. He was consumed by anger, his two disciples had been beaten to the point of being crippled. A'lo's foundation was destroyed while A'ting was still struggling to breathe. Without uttering a single sentence, Kryll went and attacked Mira unleashing his blade. Mira had already sensed the killing aura and when Kryll had attacked she quickly countered it. But the impact send her flying a few feet away. She was surprised someone younger than her had managed to push her back. While she was in thought, Kryll quickly stuffed in a pill in each of the two and started healing them. "You think I'll watch you heal members of the demon? Not a chance!" Mira snapped and slashed forward. Kryll expecting all of it took hold of the two and teleport away. No matter how angry he was, he won't risk the life of the two as long as they had hopes of surviving. A'ting recovered enough energy to sit up but A'lo had completely been crippled. At this moment, the stage was currently in shambles while soldiers crowded the area. "Search for the three! Kill those who shelter them!" Mira gave out her orders firmly to the surrounding guards which quickly dispersed. "A'ting, take care of your brother and don't worry, I've placed a formation here, so you won't be harmed as long as you're in this house." "Master, disciple will heed your words!" A'ting quickly knelt and watched his master leave the house. Kryll was determined this time, he would definitely teach that girl Mira to know how to appreciate life. He was afraid she might stoop down so low she would fall. He didn't understand why he was concerned for her. Furthermore, he was angered, yes, but he still can't bring himself to even think of killing her which disturbed him deeply. He approached Mira who was still inspecting the stage, she had no clue how he disappeared every time but she knew she had to get to the bottom of it, or she'll never be able to kill the demon. "Are you sure you want to expose your back to an enemy?" Kryll said still a trace of anger in the words he was emitting. Like he said, if he had just attacked as soon as he arrived. He had a high chance of inflicting fatal damage to her. Mira was surprised, she hadn't been paying attention and she also knew she had a chance of dying if he had attacked which made her more vigilant. "Speak, where did you learn this skill from." Mira got down straight to business, A'ting was lying there unable to move even a muscle. A'lo quickly destroyed a summoning bead and headed to help A'ting. Despite knowing, she was an opponent they won't be able to defeat. They wouldn't give up nor accept any humiliation inflicted upon them or that'll reflect too poorly to their master was their mindset. Kryll sensing that his disciples were in trouble he quickly rushed out of the inn. When he reached, the two of them were laid there beneath the foot of Mira. All the things he had once thought back in the inn felt like a lie. He was consumed by anger, his two disciples had been beaten to the point of being crippled. A'lo's foundation was destroyed while A'ting was still struggling to breathe. Without uttering a single sentence, Kryll went and attacked Mira unleashing his blade. Mira had already sensed the killing aura and when Kryll had attacked she quickly countered it. But the impact send

When my daughter was young she owned many stuffed animals, two of them were her favorites, one named Sunshine Bunny and another named Pink Bunny. This is a collection of stories about Floppy Ears that I started writing for her when she was about 3 years old. The originals had hand drawn pictures as well. Each story is short and simple, hopefully with a positive or fun message. It allowed me to read her one or two before bed in the evening. Many of the ideas came from the things she would do and say with her own stuffed animals. Some of these are the original stories without the pictures which were written over 20 years ago, some are newer that I added just for fun. This collection my not fit in any of the categories but if you have a kid, they might enjoy listening to them. The idea is to get them thinking, whether it is about a word they don't understand or how they would handle the situation. Have fun with it.

credit to author aaelina Dani carries Lily home from school and meets her horny mother Yuriko for the first time, soon enough they are fucking the shit of Lily and each other. All the girls favorite holes are stretched past their limits.

Cigarette smoke curls in the stagnant air, the dim glow of a dying bulb casting twisted shadows against the walls littered with half-torn articles and red-thread connections. Somewhere between the ink-stained papers and the scattered pills, a man sits—silent, unmoving, staring blankly at a stuffed monkey in a clown suit. A detective, they call him. A man of justice, a solver of mysteries. But behind the applause and empty praises, behind the sharp smiles and hollow congratulations, he is nothing but a walking contradiction—one hand holding a case file, the other exchanging cash for little plastic sachets. His mind is a labyrinth of voices, whispers that coil around his thoughts like suffocating vines. His brother grins at him from the corners of his vision, eyes glinting with the truth he refuses to face. His father’s voice is gentle, forgiving—too forgiving. Too much for a man who doesn’t deserve it. Each pill swallowed is another step into the illusion, another moment of stolen happiness before the weight of reality drags him under. He walks the city streets, drowning in faces that admire him, loathe him, see him as something he is not. He is both a hero and a villain, a detective and a criminal, a man trying to outrun the past while shackled to its corpse. And at the end of the night, when the echoes of the world fall away, all that remains is the darkness, the whispers, and the suffocating truth—he can never escape them.

"damn i am unlucky" that was what went through Alex's head before he died just as he thought it was over he woke up and was given a new chance in a different world but the god who brought him give him a weird affinity. Alex could bring stuffed animals and dolls to live although weird Alex did not care about it and set his sights high wanting to explore and become the strongest along the way.

Jidenna stared at the harem villain's unconscious body under his feet and the 13 knocked out beauties scattered around him. He looked at the sky and sighed, "Can't I have a break" **** After being betrayed and killed by the one closest to him Jidenna, an ancient god woke up in a rental apartment with no memory of who he was. His only clue was the acceptance letter on his laptop to a university across the continent and the insight that accompanied him: he could know the use of an object with a touch. But before he could fully adjust to his new reality he was poisoned. Dragging himself from the gate of hades he went on a spree of revenge and afterwards set off to another land for schooling. Thinking to himself that the action was over but he began to notice strange things ever since he entered Pǔshì University His roommate wanted to siphon his luck. His seatmate was a trouble magnet and a harbinger of disaster. The random elderly man wanted to steal his girl and make her his 108th concubine. As if that wasn't enough action already the world ended gods and monsters tore open the sky bringing forth a new era of chaos. Bursting with anger, Jidenna rubbed them all in the sand and stuffed grass in their mouths. ——— Contact me on Instagram @Daoist_Starweaver

To all those who feel like they are not where they are supposed to be. To those who feel lost stuffed into a world they can't fit into. To those who are lonely and searching for something more. An outlet for those born into the wrong era. ****** Tyrone was as normal a man as any other. He had a complicated childhood and an even more twisted personality that shaped him into a person with a sharp instinct for survival. He wasn't infallible, and he had his lowest points, but like a reflex, he knew what he needed to do to love. But modern society never gave him the chance to be himself. ***** Tyrone, a young taxi driver, found life suffocating and mundane; he had the desire for more but lacked the will to achieve it due to the crushing weight of depression. Living a simple life, trying to make ends meet, he one day has an encounter that changes his life forever. ***** Thrown into a situation he never asked for, Tyrone found himself excelling in skills he always knew he had but his self-doubt never allowed him to accept. A single decision on a normal day turned all he knew about his life, the world, and the morality that bound him upside-down.

Life is like a deck of cards, we have an ace- the excellent ones, the jack-the constantly bullied one, a queen- everyone's beloved, a king- oh the ruler, queen's sweetheart, or anything you call under breath- the fucking cheater! But, rest we are common cards- yup, the number cards which come and go, who cares?! However... There's one card rarest of all, in a deck of 52 only one to be found- the joker! This card has been a show-stopper, which was be anything- I mean ANYTHING- a king, queen, Jack, ace, or a common number! However, many people underestimate this very brutally! Until they know it's worth... But that's a long way, isn't it?! **** The story of a Joker, but a hidden one! Sleeping 20 hrs out of 24! "How is he even human?! " But... A master inside with a brain so strong and work like horsepower stuffed inside his thick skull, yup, he wasn't human, He was beyond human! The human, the joker who is the missing link in the game of survival in the apocalypse that has been settled 17 years ago, Now it's returning at a greater pace, Wait that's in the game! Well, the game has entered the red human realm, expecting blood and a forsaken planet And he... "You can't be serious with this sleepy head!! " Who said he can't win a game?! "Okay, would you prefer sleep or life, the most?! " "Sleep" he answered in certain confidence rubbing his sleepy eyes. Eh... let's see if he...survive or sleep?!

Leon had always been an unlikely romantic. Beneath his imposing frame, tattooed arms, and reputation as a street fighter, he hid a secret: a love for romance novels. In a room cluttered with stuffed toys, bookshelves stacked with novels adorned with delicate covers, and a cozy pink pajama set with pandas, Leon was lost in another world. His rough exterior belied a softer side that very few people had ever glimpsed. For Leon, life was full of contradictions. Despite his soft-hearted nature, he had been caught up in the gritty life of a gangster since he was a teenager. It wasn’t something he had sought out, but trouble always seemed to find him. With a face that looked like it was sculpted for brawls, people tended to assume he was a delinquent. Rejected by peers who feared his intimidating looks, and drawn into a gang when no one else would accept him, Leon had played the role assigned to him, even if it wasn't the life he truly desired. Then, one night, during a gang war that should have been like any other—full of swinging fists, snarling threats, and rules about keeping it to fists and blades—a gunshot echoed. Leon felt a searing pain in his head. The world tilted, then everything went black.

Naegi and 15 other crew mates trapped on a spaceship and try to find a way out, Suddenly, a stuffed cat appeared and claimed him as their headmaster. Will Naegi and the rest of the team survive the killing game?

Fang Cheng was pierced in the heart. Fang Cheng was stuffed with garlic. Fang Cheng was cut off from his head. Fang Cheng was dragged to the sun. Fang Cheng was shattered by the angry enemy. Fang Cheng was resurrected and opened his hands to the enemies: "Actually, I am not a vampire!" The crowd roared: "I believe you ghost! --- I'm not the original author of this, I'm just a translator. change the original title cause I think it's not catchy enough original title "Immortal I had to pretend to be a blood clan" official link https://m.qidian.com/book/1024222253.html