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The story about a family's struggle to ensure that, above all else, their youngest escapes from the mines where he was born into slavery. Follow Alistar as he struggles through terror and tragedy, embarking on a road to discover himself and his heritage.

Looking at the hollow building with windows wide open-broken, looking like wide eyes Staring at the destruction. He was weak all over as he fought the dizziness, he wanted to stay alive he truly did but the weight of what has occurred few minutes back seems to wear down up on his soul. looking at himself with blood pumping out from his chest where the iron rod has penetrated him looking down to his legs twisted as if ensuring he wouldn't try to walk again. He looked at the pink colored sky with a single word leaving his mouth. " Why". Before slipping to unconsciousness his life and death unknown

Billy Gardner, known as the King of the West, is an unstoppable warlord who crushes his enemies with the legendary Bloodshadow sword. But just as he secures victory on the battlefield, a voicemail shatters his world. A terrified little girl calls him "Dad", begging for help. Billy dismisses it as a mistake—until a photo reveals the undeniable truth. She is his daughter. And she’s in danger. Fueled by rage and regret, Billy vows to make things right. With his elite forces at his back, he races toward Ozin, ready to annihilate anyone who dares harm his child. On the battlefield, he is a king. But now, he is a father who will stop at nothing to bring his daughter home—alive.

In a state ruled by four powerful mafia groups—Heart, Spade, Clover, and Diamond—each crime syndicate operates under a strict hierarchy modeled after a deck of cards. The Kings reign as ruthless leaders, the Jacks serve as their trusted right-hand men, and the Aces are the most valuable yet independent assets. But beneath this system of order lies a web of betrayal, power struggles, and a fractured past. An unfortunate turn of events forces Vincent "Vin" Archer into the Clover group. How will he survive?

In a world where true humanity has vanished, a doll by the name Riona, created with feelings, longs for her own life after years of being passed from child to child. Her desperate wish to become human is granted by an enigmatic entity, thrusting her into a cruel and corrupt reality. As Riona navigates this harsh world, she clings to the hope of finding and spreading the lost essence of true humanity. This tale explores whether innocence can survive and shine in a world where humans rarely act like humans.

The Bad Setup Olivia Parker loves her independence—her career, her freedom to travel, and the life she’s built on her own terms. The last thing she wants is to be set up by her best friend, Haley. Meanwhile, Daniel, her fiancé, has been trying to do the same for his best friend, Grayson Steel. But every time they attempt to introduce Olivia and Grayson, something gets in the way. Neither knows what the other looks like—until fate steps in. When Olivia and Grayson meet by chance at a bar, their connection is instant, sparked by an impromptu game of darts. What starts as a random encounter soon feels like something more. But will they take the leap once they realize they were meant to meet all along? A slow-burn romance about fate, friendship, and love finding you when you least expect it.

Since it's creation,Japan has been haunted by demons. Beings made from the supernatural energy that arises from the negative emotions of living beings. But,a lone vagabond warrior has been killing demons to protect the people of this damned country and to get some money. This mysterious man with no known past is Taro Tsubasa. How did he come to be? Where did he get his powers? Find out as he does. Accompany him on his journey through Japan to figure out.

En el reino de Montesis, donde la magia está prohibida, Don (Sei-naru Shaw), un técnico y reparador de 129 años con habilidades elementales, sueña con proteger a María y crear un hogar tranquilo, pero pierdo sus poderes. Su vida cambia cuando es obligado a convertirse en un Protector para mantener el orden y la paz mundial, como lo fueron sus padres en su pasado olvidado. El viaje comienza cuando Don se enamora de la belleza y cultura del reino de Montesis durante su primera expedición. Este mundo está dividido entre dos fuerzas mágicas: el éter positivo y el éter negativo ("la Nada"), este último rigiendo a Don y convirtiéndolo en un imán para las fuerzas oscuras del inframundo. Al ser el único sobreviviente de su raza, Don se convierte en blanco del rey más poderoso de la Tierra y de Mei-Wei, una de las mujeres más influyentes por sus medicinas especiales. El conflicto se intensifica después de la destrucción de su pueblo, el asesinato de su maestro y de su amor platónico, la madre de María, hecho ocurrido tras la aparición de un príncipe del inframundo, quien planea desatar el caos a través del bosque. Consumido por la venganza, Don acepta la oferta de Mei-Wei, aunque se niega a ser lo que su padre fue, el Protector, revelando su lado más oscuro y apático. Mientras los defensores del reino lo superan en fuerza, Don compensará con táctica y mucha violencia, comenzando su descenso hacia la oscuridad. Sin embargo, una voz interior persiste, advirtiéndole de las consecuencias y tratando de regresarlo al camino del bien.

I am a genius, the true owner of this palace. I will annihilate each one of you for your act of disrespect. No, kneeling in front of me wouldn't work, just die already. This is the story about a person, who will eventually become the benevolent king for ones, and the violent tyrant for others. You better be in his good books. This is my first story, so, any comments, or constructive feedback will be appreciated. But remember, this is the story of characters, and we are just spectators of it.

This is a more refined version of “Tales Of A Swordsman”. In a dangerous world where warlords rule, monsters roam, and treachery lurks behind every corner, there exists a mercenary known only as Dude. No title, no fancy lineage—just Dude. Women whisper his name in hushed tones. Men either want to hire him or kill him. He’s a walking contradiction—deadly, yet lazy; cocky, yet irresistibly charming; a warrior with the strength of ten men but a habit of forgetting his own plans mid-fight. He never says no to coin, danger, or a damsel in distress. And somehow, no matter how insane the odds, he always pulls through with a smirk on his lips and a blade in his hand. But it’s not just his swordplay that’s legendary. After the dust settles, the women he saves find themselves drawn to him—whether it’s the thrill of survival, the heat of the moment, or just the way his rough hands feel against their skin. And when they give in to the tension, the passion that follows is nothing short of earth-shattering.

Prince and Princesses, knights and magic, and a happy ever after. She heard of them, her mother used to read her stories when she was a little girl afterll. In her dreams, she dreamt of a knight, or a Prince that swept her off her feet and carried her to where life is nothing but rainbows and butterflies. But Ysabel is nothing but a commoner, so how can she find a Prince or a knight?

In a world where power is ruthlessly sought and brutally wielded, a boy who has known only chains and servitude. Born into slavery, his life takes a horrifying turn when he becomes the subject of a gruesome experiment.

"there are two kinds of people, the wise and the intelligent. The wise are those who accumulate wisdom by making mistakes or witnessing others making them and learn from them, no one is born wise, wisdom is acquired by experience and observation of anything and everything, it may be from a job, stories, books, movies, tv shows, even social media... but most importantly history, people who disregard history are foolish, history shows us the mistakes made in the thousands of years of existence of our race, it is accumulated concentrated wisdom, it is the biggest treasure, the sharpest weapon of any civilization. And then we have the intelligent, or the 'deductions specialists' as i like to call them, those are the people that are independent from wisdom or little dependent on it, they don't need the experience of a situation to find a solution, because they find it on their own, they make it on their own on the very first try, they can do so much with so little information and tools, they surpass. Now it's not like they don't make mistakes at all, but it is very rare, and if they do, then the same mistake will never be repeated again. Now both of them are dangerous, but to a manageable degree, the ones that i fear the most are those that combine traits of both wisdom and intelligence, those that learn from their mistakes before even making them, those that undergo every single scenario, think about every single possibility, and never disregard any kind of information, no matter how insignificant it may appear, in their eyes it is worth the world. And that's not even the scariest part about them, they never regret their actions, but they always search for flaws in them, they never strive for perfection, for they know nothing is perfect, they know that they have a limit, and that someday they will reach it, but never stop from trying to find it, because they don't know where it lies and never will, it might be very close and it might be very far. They know there's no such a thing as surpassing your limit, they know they'll never become all powerful, because they're but a creation of the one and only God. Those are the ones i fear, what they can do is unimaginable, yes... I am scared of them... because i myself am one of them." ~Adam kawn~ Accompany Adam on his journey of leading Humans into becoming an multiversal civilization.

This girl named Lana is a spoiled brat. In the book it says ,”don’t expect me to dear diary this and dear diary that.”

The two men couldn't have looked more out of place on the cold afternoon streets of New Hadepee. The first was a scrawny fellow, no taller than five foot eight, wearing a white shirt marred with ugly reddish-brown stains and a pair of plain tan pants. His companion, by contrast, carried himself with an air of quiet authority—a regal-looking man with a neatly trimmed black beard, wrapped in a great black coat with a red scarf pulled snug around his neck. "I heard the man himself has come back," the one in the stained shirt said, carefully balancing on the curb with his arms outstretched. "Oh? And where did you hear that?" his companion asked, turning his head with amusement to watch the precarious balancing act. "Welp, the sergeant major told me to go down to Olker, so I figured that could only mean he's back," the man in the white shirt replied. "Vistor has close cultural and political ties with the kingdom of Olker. Don't you think it's just a protection job?" the older man in black inquired, a hint of humor in his voice. "Oh, come on, Mang, you know they'd never give someone like me a protection job," the man in the white shirt scoffed, jumping off the curb and spinning around a lamppost. The older man—now known as Mang—came to a halt, reaching into his coat and pulling out an envelope. "Well, Tai, I suppose you're wrong." Mang handed the envelope to him. Tai peeled open the envelope, sliding out the letter and studying it carefully. "Oh wow, so Marlin is marrying the queen of those people?" he asked with a shrug. "She is not a queen. Don't let anyone call her that," Mang snapped. "And if her people weren't so damn difficult, we would have annexed them already." "So we let them succeed but not Gascon? Whose idea was that? They're more like us than those humans are," Tai said, frowning. "Gascon was willing to sell to the Emperor for a small chunk of change," Mang quipped. "The Noctrous family was not." "Ok so what's that matter, all we need is a little persuasion to change their minds? We killed the chief of Gnomandale and sent his stuffed head back to them, then they sold Gnomendale to us. All we need to do to get Olker is beat the hell out of Sylvie and she will sell." Tai folds the letter and places it back into the envelope. "Tai, the people of Vistor don't have the heart to see us beat up the Eladrin people like we did the Gnomes, and plus their Chief tramp Silvye is much too pretty for us to put her head on a stick."  "Welp, it's our loss," Tai muttered, spitting onto the sidewalk. "No, it's not. Not if Chester is back…" Tai frowned. "What's Chester gonna do?" "Last I recall, his fallout with Sylvie wasn't just a petty disagreement. Before he died, he built a fleet of ships and hid them in a cove somewhere. If he wanted revenge, all he'd need is an army." "And who the hell would fight for him?" "The same people who fight for us—the poor." This is a prequel to Then Maker, another story of mine. The writing may feel somewhat outdated compared to my more recent work, but it consists of a series of scenes that occur before the main events of the novel. The description is one of my most recent pieces, which is why it differs in style from the rest of the book.

James, a brilliant mechanical engineer and passionate history enthusiast, loses his life in a tragic house fire—only to find himself in a mysterious world as the ruler of an island nation. Armed with his modern knowledge and unwavering ambition, James embarks on a bold mission to industrialize his kingdom and build an empire on which the sun never sets.

I was a broken sword... Wandering to the depths of the earth... Wondering why am I broken? Who owned me? What was my owner like? Where did I came from? Who am I? Why am I here?

You Found It. The stories continue and the mystery expands.

"What does it feel like to fall in love with someone you once could only see on TV?" Pim Pailin can give you the answer. Pim Pailin, an exceptional journalist, struggles with deep-seated insecurities due to family-related issues. Aria Yada, a globally renowned pianist, boasts extraordinary musical talent and stunning looks that rival a celebrity's celebrity. Confidence, warmth, and cheerfulness are her defining traits. As an ordinary person, Pim Pailin is too intimidated to approach her dazzling idol, Aria Yada. However, the more she tries to avoid her, the more she captures Aria's attention. Over time, as they spend more moments together, the two gradually ignite a spark of love.

this is my oc Noa riya a boy with his luck down but hopes high to be a great duelist I intend to take this story to duelist kingdom and futher beyond

A gamer is Transmigrated into the body of Aaron Silver a Fallen. Additionally, the gamer also brings an overpowered cheat with him. With the gaming mind and overpowered cheat, what kind of chaos would be made in the new world? Curious!!! PS:- I WILL UPDATE EACH DAY 2 CHAPTER. IT MIGHT CHANGE LATER ACCORDINGLY

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN HE HAS LOST EVERYTHING? WHEN HE HAS NO ONE LEFT TO FIGHT FOR AND NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE? Fresh from breaking up with Jasmine Leigh Olsen, Harlan Brandle goes on a mission to expose a dirty business man in this prequel to Variant Comics' Diamonds and Blood. Along the way, Harlan meets both new and old allies and enemies... but in this world, who can you trust? BOOK 2 OF THE DIAMONDS AND BLOOD SAGA

It tells the story of the struggle of the inhabitants of a small region to become a great nation and a great empire.

In a dimly lit alley, where shadows danced with the flickering streetlights, a mysterious figure appeared, shrouded in the smell of alcohol and fatigue. "You're quite the slacker I see, young'un," he drawled, his weathered features reflecting a life on the edge. I sighed, scraping up the fallen pizza from the grimy pavement. "Well, there's nothing in this world that seems to make me want to give it my all," I retorted, my voice tinged with resignation. The man smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I see, huh? You're already in that age too..." Standing up, I met his gaze squarely. "I've always been this way ever since I was born. I learned not to expect much in this world, so there's no point giving much anyway." With a chuckle, he patted me on the shoulder. "Hahaha, that's probably just you being lazy, y'know? The amount of effort you give is the amount you get, that's the law of equivalent exchange after all," he quipped, vanishing away into the darkness. But to me, life was never about balance or equal exchange. It was a relentless torrent of hardship and struggle, devoid of fairness or justice. ----