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Sea Battle

Battle Divorce

[ Jadilah istri Maxim von Waldeck hanya dalam nama. ] Itulah tugas sederhana yang diberikan kepada Daisy, seorang mata-mata dari pasukan revolusioner. Maxim von Waldeck, seorang tentara bayaran yang lahir di luar nikah, dikenal sebagai anjing pemburu keluarga kerajaan. Ia dikirim ke garis depan sebagai umpan meriam, dengan peluang selamat yang nyaris nol. Tak ada wanita yang rela mengambil peran sebagai janda sebelum waktunya. Rencananya mudah: berpura-pura menjadi istrinya selama perang, lalu melarikan diri sebelum kerajaan jatuh setelah kekalahan mereka. Jika ia berhasil, imbalan besar menantinya—cukup untuk pensiun dengan nyaman. “Aku akan segera kembali, istriku.” Ya, senang bertemu denganmu. Beristirahatlah dalam damai. “Kita akan menyempurnakan pernikahan ini saat aku kembali.” Mimpi yang tinggi, bukan? Semoga arwahmu tenang. Daisy mengira itu hanyalah impian kosong seorang pria yang mendambakan masa depan bahagia. Namun kemudian— [ Maxim von Waldeck Meraih Kemenangan Besar yang Tak Terduga! ] Segalanya berbalik jauh dari yang ia duga. [ Pahlawan Nasional, Grand Duke Waldeck! Apa yang paling Anda nantikan saat kembali ke rumah? ] [ Memeluk istriku tercinta, Daisy, dalam dekapanku. ] Tidak mungkin. Ini pasti kesalahan cetak. Namun, Maxim von Waldeck adalah pria yang menganggap janji lebih berharga dari nyawanya sendiri. "Aku pulang, istriku." Dengan kata-kata itu, ia tiba-tiba menarik Daisy ke dalam pelukannya. Mata Daisy berputar panik, tak percaya akan tingkahnya yang tak terduga. “Haruskah kita menuju kamar sekarang?” “Apa?” Ia berbisik lembut di telinganya, senyum malas terukir di bibirnya. “Maaf, tapi aku sedikit terburu-buru.” Tubuhnya terasa berat dan panas, bagian depan celananya menegang, seakan siap meledak kapan saja. ‘Apakah bajingan ini seorang maniak mesum?’ Bisakah Daisy menceraikannya sebelum penyamarannya terbongkar?
serenaserenity · 280 Views

Battle of CHRONO

In the heart of the empire's most renowned hospital, a poignant scene unfolded. An emaciated infant, struggling for life, was born amidst the cutting-edge medical facilities and top-notch care. The child's condition was dire, necessitating immediate admission to the intensive care unit. As the medical team rallied around the fragile newborn, the atmosphere was tense with concern. The hospital's top specialists converged to provide life-sustaining treatment, administering critical care with precision and compassion. Despite the hospital's state-of-the-art equipment and expert staff, the child's prognosis remained grim. The medical team worked tirelessly to stabilize the infant's vital signs, but the tiny body struggled to fight off the frailty. The child's parents, overwhelmed with worry, anxiously awaited each update from the doctors. Every passing moment seemed like an eternity as they clung to hope. The intensive care unit became a sanctuary of hope, where medical professionals employed their expertise to coax the child back from the brink. The hospital's chaplaincy services offered emotional support, providing solace to the distressed family. Amidst the uncertainty, one thing was clear: the child's survival depended on the unwavering dedication of the medical team and the family's unrelenting hope. Shirley's eyes brimmed with tears as she gazed at their fragile newborn, struggling for life in the intensive care unit. Zilong, determined to comfort his distraught wife, wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "Shirley, don't be sad," he whispered softly. "I truly believe that our child will definitely grow strong and stand tall!" His voice resonated with conviction, offering a beacon of hope. Shirley turned to him, her face etched with worry. "But what if...?" she trailed off, unable to voice her deepest fears. Zilong's grip tightened reassuringly. "We have the best medical team caring for our baby," he reminded her. "We must stay positive and trust in their expertise. Our child will overcome this." His words were a gentle balm to Shirley's frayed emotions. Together, they stood vigil, hands clasped, and hearts filled with determination. Their love and resilience would be the cornerstone of their child's fight for life. Shirley's tears continued unabated, her heart heavy with sorrow. The plight of their newborn weighed heavily on her. "This child is so pitiful," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Born into suffering, he's faced calamity after calamity. First, the catastrophic event, and now his fragile body struggles to cope." Zilong's expression turned somber. "We did everything we could," he reassured Shirley. "The doctors said we made it just in time." But Shirley's guilt lingered. "If only we'd acted sooner..." Her voice trailed off, consumed by regret. "The gods are merciless," she whispered, despair creeping in. "This is their punishment for our hesitation." Zilong gathered Shirley into his arms, offering warmth and comfort. Zilong gently shook his head, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and resignation. "This matter has been strictly censored by both the Freedom Federation and the Imperial Alliance," he reminded Shirley. "It's now a forbidden topic, hidden from public discourse." The catastrophic event had left an indelible scar on humanity, the worst since the dawn of the New Era. Its aftermath was shrouded in mystery, cloaked by the twin powers that ruled the world. Shirley's gaze dropped, her voice barely above a whisper. "Before humans are destroyed, God makes them go mad." The ancient proverb echoed through the hospital room, a haunting refrain. Zilong's eyes locked onto hers, filled with a deep sorrow. "In the end, who truly knows what's right and wrong?" he murmured. "Perhaps our understanding is but a fleeting illusion."
LostInStories · 1.1K Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 701.6K Views
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