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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

The deadliest Assassin in the world 'Tempest' is given a new mission by the richest woman in the world. Target: her stepson Orchid, the infamous 18 year old playboy of the country. All others who took on this mission failed! Tempest takes on the challenge and disguises as 'Storm' and enters his class. Drama starts when Orchid ends up in a misunderstanding and thinks that the new nerd who just transferred is a girl! Intrigued by Storm's disinterest in him, starts chasing her. All kinds of weird gifts, even weirder outfits and the weirdest confessions! Going as far as putting Storms face on the Billboard with drones holding the 'wanna date me?' banners in the school picnic! Out of frustration Storm punches him in the stomach, "I am a boy! Male!" Now starts the revenge arc of Orchid,"You were trying to turn me gay!" "Why does he look like a girl! He should cut those hairs, that girly boy!"I don't like her-him! We are now sworn enemies" As Orchid is hell bent on taking his revenge from Storm for almost turning him gay, he's also struggling- with Storm in his dreams! Everyday! Why does he keep thinking about Storm! These 'weird' thoughts and dreams keep fueling Orchid's revenge antics. Meanwhile, Storm is busy trying to handle his side missions and trying not to reveal his Hitman persona from Orchid who's constantly bugging him and doesn't leave his side! This starts their rivalry with revenge schemes, awkward encounters, questionable situations, and Orchid growing. Very straight, he insists, obsession with the girly-looking Storm in the name of his, quote, revenge plan. Will Tempest be able to complete his mission, or Orchid's weird dreams ruin Storm's mission? ~Hitman in high heels~

Thirty Years East, Thirty Years West. Don’t you bully the young and poor! Split open the sky! Go against Heaven! Sick and tired of that kind of cultivation quote and troupe? The never-ending long grind that seemed to have one world after another once you supposedly reached the false apexes? Well, it’s time to broaden your horizons! You shall now be blessed with the perspective of someone who’s at the top of the top: Ye Ming. Someone who had foolishly decided to experience mortal life before realizing how crap it was. It was time to return to his real life. “I wasn’t born with a diamond spoon, but born with the endgame life.” Ye Ming laughed sinisterly. He was the sole Young Master of a family who dominated everything already. Trash cultivation? Trash spiritual roots? Trash background? Sorry, but that ain’t Ye Ming! However, he does have one great and relatable trait: procrastination.

Ghost stories descend, binding national fate. People enhance themselves and their nation's luck by constantly participating in Analog Horror. Mental patient Jiang Xiao is initially selected to enter a nine-star level mental hospital Analog Horror! However, he bizarrely finds out that he seems to be the most seriously ill one... Jiang Xiao: "I sign a pact with the ghost stories, the weirdness is my grandson!" Participating in the seven-star level Analog Horror "Where Did Daddy Die". A peachy-cheeked son with big eyes blinking asks: "Do you want to be my daddy?" The chosen one: "Yes!" Son: "Then I have a tiny request, which is to beat you to death!" One chosen daddy after another is smashed into pulp by the son right from the start. Facing the rebellious son charging forward, Jiang Xiao smiles coldly: "Dad, I'm actually your son!"

【Hottest Bestseller】【Followed by Thousands】 Medicine, as easy as lifting a finger! Fighting demons, becoming an urban legend! Bai Xiaofan's quote: I'm not singling anyone out, I just want to say... everyone here is trash!!!

Articos Crisol, um adolescente de 16 anos, é o tipo de cara que chama atenção, mas não pela aparência. Seu cabelo e olhos pretos, que às vezes cobrem seu rosto, lembram o visual de protagonistas de animes, mas Articos é bem mais do que isso. Energético, expressivo e com um Q de mistério, ele se destaca tanto nas notas quanto na aptidão física. Embora tenha uma vida de estudante aparentemente comum, com amigos como Nolan, Christopher e Richard, há algo peculiar nele: seus pais morreram há dois anos, e, estranhamente, isso nunca afetou seu comportamento. Ele mora sozinho no antigo apartamento de seus pais, distante da escola, mas trabalha em uma cafeteria nas proximidades, um lugar que esconde muito mais do que ele imagina. Apesar de sua juventude, Articos possui um segredo que ninguém sabe: ele é mais inteligente do que qualquer pessoa poderia imaginar, uma habilidade forjada pela rigidez dos pais no passado, que o impulsionou a aprender tudo o que podia, só para encontrar algum tipo de paz. Entre o cotidiano de jogos, música e seu amor pelo frio, Articos se vê diante de desafios inesperados, mistérios envolvendo sua inteligência e quem sabe até, o início de um romance. A Cup of Secrets é uma história de vida cotidiana repleta de ação, diversão e momentos românticos, onde Articos terá que navegar por uma trama que pode mudar sua vida para sempre.

Enemies to Lovers? You are at the right place! Liam Von Sylvyran: He is the third prince of the kingdom of Solaryn. He is also the youngest of all siblings. Though he is blessed with magic power, he cannot control this magic power. He has always been humiliated for this flaw and has always been compared with his older siblings. So he has a hunger to prove himself. He is the commander of the royal imperial army of Solaryn. He is one of the best fighters on the continent. It is also notable that he is incredibly intelligent, quick-witted, and has extraordinary beauty. Kian Eryx: He is the commander of Oblivara's imperial army. There is a quote that says that he is blessed by magic itself. He is one of the greatest magic wielders in the three realms. He is the definition of perfection. He has breathtakingly good looks, is incredibly smart, observant, and has extraordinary reflexes. He places top among the best fighters on the continent. There is nothing that he lacks aside from a heart. *** 100+Power Stones= 1 Chapter [Bonus Per week] 50+Golden Tickets= 1 Chapter [Bonus Per month] Super Gift= [Fan's requested chapters]

Christopher, once a master Beast Tamer was betrayed by the very disciples he had nurtured, now found himself reborn. His life, dedicated to training and empowering five promising individuals, had ended abruptly, their betrayal a bitter sting even in death. But death was not the end. He awoke as Christopher Valhalla, the eldest son of one of the capital city's most influential families. The Valhalla name carried weight, a legacy of power and respect. This new life, however, was not a clean slate. The memories of his past life, the sting of betrayal, the burning desire for revenge – they remained, etched into his very soul. He looked around his opulent new surroundings, a stark contrast to the humble training grounds he had called home in his previous life. The Valhalla estate was a testament to their wealth and influence, a sprawling complex of manicured gardens, imposing structures, and an air of undeniable power. He was no longer a mentor, the supreme tamer, or a provider; he was now a scion of power, a prince in his own right. This newfound status, however, was merely a tool, a stepping stone on his path to vengeance. Christopher knew he couldn't simply reveal his past life. The world wouldn't believe him. He had to play the part of the pampered, privileged son, all the while secretly plotting his return to power. He remembered the faces of his betrayers: Leon, the cunning strategist; Alex, the brute force; Isabelle, the master of illusions; Jax, the silent assassin; and finally, Electra, the one he cared about. They had taken everything from him – his life, his beasts, his reputation. Now, they would pay. His first priority was regaining his strength. And his beasts, the loyal companions who had fallen alongside him. Christopher couldn't afford to make the same mistakes he had made in his past life. He began his training, honing his physical abilities, pushing his body to its limits. He knew that raw power alone wouldn't be enough. Not only that, but he needed to be smarter, more cunning, more ruthless than his former disciples. So, Christopher delved into the Valhalla family's library, devouring ancient texts on beast taming, combat techniques, and strategic warfare, not really necessary, because of his memories, but you must always be prepared for anything. He sought out information on rare herbs and potions, anything that could give him an edge. He would make his former disciples regret the day they crossed him. Christopher Valhalla was not just a name; it was a promise. A promise of retribution. The five Master Beast Tamers would learn the true meaning of betrayal, and Christopher would be the one to deliver their punishment. No System to assist Mc. He gained all his Powers through making choices and countless battles!! _______________ Author's word, This Books will remain free till it clock 100 Chapters! All I need from my loyal readers are: Interaction! Reviews! Comments!! Power stones!!!! And if you can... GIFTs!! 50 power stones, 50 Golden Tickets, Or 100 coins gift above: 3 Chapters. 100 Power Stones, 100 golden Tickets, Or 500 gifts above: 4 Chapters 200 Power stones, 200 golden Tickets, Or 1,000 gifts above: 5 Chapters. PS: Bonus Chapters will be release on Sunday, [WAT Time.] Release date: 10:00Pm. ___________ Check my other books! Solo Leveling: I Am The Only Supreme With The Cheating System. And Reborn With The All Seeing Eyes.

Life can be very unfair most of the time, and Christopher is someone who knows this very well. Being an orphan, his chances of achieving great things in life were close to nil. But things change when he meets his lover. However, a series of events lead to his death. But that isn't the end. He wakes up in the body of someone just like him in another world, and with a system, one with an incredible ability. With his newfound cheat, he completely sweeps his way through the world and beyond. Angels? Demons? Dragons? Gods? Their titles don't matter, because in the end they will only have two options. Submit or die. *** Yo! Check out my Discord! https://discord.gg/5NK4FJN9

Christopher Donovan is the greatest detective in the history of the story, but because of something that opened a portal to an interdimensional, and there Christopher must stop Fin in her plan to kill Atheres

Lost in a world of magic and monsters, a young nameless girl must learn to conquer her fears in order to protect both herself and her new home from the Wylds

Christopher Bristol era una gran persona, pero con mala suerte en la vida. Después de morir en un accidente su alma viaja al más allá, pero en el camino su alma se desvía, llevándolo a un planeta completamente nuevo para él. Su camino para convertirse en un Dios le traerá grandes sacrificios que pondrán a prueba su humanidad.

Christopher Bristol was a great person, but with bad luck in life. After dying in an accident, his soul travels to the afterlife, but along the way his soul deviates, taking him to a completely new planet for him. His path to becoming a God will bring him great sacrifices that will test his humanity.

What do you think when you heard the quote " love is irresistible " . Do you really think that it's true .

I wrote these sonnets, poems, and quotes; in the darkest hours of my life and I hope some of you could relate. I write with all the love and joy I have for writing, just because I don't publish anything doesn't I still don't write behind closed doors.

Leo was the best sniper of his country, famous for his infallible aim and 100 percent success on execution-missions. But he has only one relationship and this is with Lea (his Rifle), because of his past experience he kept his distance from humans and their discrimination for second genders. Nobody would guess that Leo was an Omega, he had a strong and tall build, an attractive, masculine face, no scent and no typical abilities like the other Omegas, so everyone took him for an regressive Alpha. Until the day Christopher Wollseif, a dominant Alpha, has been relocated to Leo's Unit. From the first day he was the most famous soldier in the barracks, but in reality Christopher was not as polite as the people thought. As soon as he was far enough away from his superiors, he mutated into a constantly cursing a**hole looking down on everyone. Leonard started hating him. But accidentally Leo was trapped in a desperate situation: the RUT of a dominant Alpha he hated deeply. This was the beginning of a twisted relationship: "You smell like..." It felt like he was inhaling him. "...like Lemon Grass, it's not sweet like those from other Omegas, but now I am sure that you are one of them..." - Leo was shocked and wanted to defend himself, but Chrisopher didn't end his sentence:" ...however your smell is better." "Let me go, you f*cking a**hole!"

After reaching the end of the line, young Christopher Ride, who has nothing left in the world, finally ends his life. However, he receives a second chance, one he deems valuable, unaware that fate has other plans in store for him.

"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.

In a world ravaged by wars and sun-driven chaos, the remains of humanity clings to survival within the singular haven of Utopia. Dr. Umami Christopher unveils the Twilight 6000—a device meant to shield against the sun's lethal touch. Instead, its activation triggers cosmic upheaval, casting Earth into shadow and humanity into an existence where humans become shadow-like still retaining their dimensions. As Utopia navigates this altered reality, the "Shadow Saga" unfurls, revealing mysteries, strange abilities, and the struggle for survival against cosmic forces in a world forever changed by twilight.

Author: Lone Raut Synopsis (Narrated by Deadpool’s Chaotic Cousin Who Forgot to Take Their Meds): Alright, gather ‘round, folks! Let me spin you a tale so dark it’ll make your therapist retire. Picture this: Yours truly was just another fancy-pants “man of culture” on a serial killer’s hit list—because apparently, collecting rare books and quoting Nietzsche makes you a target. Who knew? (Spoiler alert: I died. Surprise!) But death? Nah, that’s just the opening act. Instead of sweet oblivion, I woke up knee-deep in Saint’s Odyssey—a fantasy novel I once tossed into my “dumpster fire of bad writing” pile. Think Game of Thrones meets Saw, but with more existential dread. And guess what? I’m not the dashing hero. Nope. I’m the guy the author conveniently labeled “Villain.” Cool, right? (Cue jazz hands.) But hold onto your chimichangas, because this “hero”? Oh, he’s a masterpiece of hypocrisy. Smiles like a Disney prince, stabs like a back-alley surgeon. His grand plan? Wipe out half the world because reasons. Classic hero logic! Meanwhile, the gods are upstairs chugging ambrosia and betting on our suffering. Adorable!!!. Well, newsflash, Olympus—I’m hijacking this plot. Reborn with a vendetta and a PhD in chaos, I’m not here to play nice. Rules? Burn ‘em. Heroes? Crush ‘em. World domination? Duh!. This ain’t a redemption arc; it’s a blood-soaked takeover tour. Think Machiavelli with a splash of Joker and a side of espresso. They call me ruthless? Damn right. I’ll out-scheme the schemers, out-betray the traitors, and maybe burn a kingdom or two for aesthetic. The hero thinks he’s pulling strings? Sweetheart, I’m the puppetmaster—and I just cut the threads. Every battle’s a chess move, every ally a pawn, and the board? Oh, it’s dripping in red. And hey, let’s laugh while we’re at it. Ever seen a “chosen one” trip over his own halo? Poetic. Ever roasted a god so hard they literally combust? (Working on it.) This world’s a joke, and I’m the punchline—delivered with a knife. So buckle up, buttercups. The script’s flipped, the crown’s mine, and if the heroes cry about “morals”? Tell ‘em to write a Yelp review. This villain’s rewriting destiny—one corpse at a time. TL;DR: Death was my warm-up. Now? I’m here to conquer, crack jokes, and maybe commit some light treason. World, meet your new overlord. Resistance is hilarious . Hahahahaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

College was like a wake-up call for most people. Especially the likes of Christopher Owen, who spent the rest of his high school years messing around and pining for the boy he never had. Having had a frustrating high school year, he decided to dedicate himself to his studies in college.   He flew many miles away from home, changed his looks, and hid his real identity from everyone.  His plans were simple: study hard, pass well, no dating. But then he realized two things: life was anything but easy without the backing of his last name. And... he wasn't sure how long he could last before he jumped his roommate, who was obviously not gay. But lust wasn't love, right? Maybe he could indulge a little? Just a little, I promise. ***** EXCERPT: "THAT ARROGANT, GOOD FOR NOTHING, DEMONIC IDIOT! I HATE HIM SO MUCH!" "O-kay... what is going on?" A friend asked him, watching as he paced around the room he just entered. "After battling for a long time. A LONG TIME!" he breathed heavily before continuing, "I... I confessed to him today." The other sat up, eyes wide. "For real?" "And then... with that stupid lollipop in his mouth, he just looked at me and said Okay. OKAY!" Gasps. "I didn't even know people said "okay" to love confessions, but he said "okay" to me!" -- Meanwhile, while he was there panicking, the one who had been confessed to remained seated where he was in the room. He had not moved an inch from that position since he got confessed to. But if one looked closely, they would notice how red his face was, up to the tips of his ears. He suddenly chuckled to himself. "That idiot," he muttered, looking at the door the other had taken.

''How much do you need ?, Olivia, I want you to me mine'' Christopher asked with his deep hoarse voice. ''Do I look poor to you'' I asked him, he has been getting into my verve lately. '' sorry!, Olivia I can do anything just to keep you by my side, even if it's to cut Jessy tongue'' he said and he thoroughly got my attention this time as I looked into his oceanic blue almond eyes. ''I would love to see her tongue chopped off, until then'' I replied seriously before pushing him aside.

Five years of secrets and lies. One night that changed everything. For Jane, a young mother, the past is a minefield of memories she'd rather forget. But when she's hired as a maid for the wealthy Smith family, she's forced to confront the man who's haunted her dreams for years - Christopher Smith. Christopher, the arrogant and cold heir to the Smith empire, has always gotten what he wants. But when he lays eyes on Jane, his carefully constructed facade crumbles. He's consumed by a passion he can't control, and a love that threatens to destroy everything he thought he knew about himself. As they navigate the treacherous world of the elite, Jane and Christopher must confront the secrets of their past and the lies that have bound them together. But as their desire for each other grows, they realize that their love may be the only thing that can set them free. A tale of all-consuming passion, redemption, and the unbreakable bonds of love, this gripping saga will leave you breathless and yearning for more.

Three years after the end of District 9, Wikus has completely transformed into a "Prawn" and lives in the abandoned District 10. He keeps in touch with Christopher Johnson, trying to find a way to heal himself while avoiding human pursuit. • Wikus' wife Tanya has remarried, but still misses him, and human society regards him as a defector.

The past week had felt like a lifetime of dodging my own feelings. As I sat at the head of the table, I felt the dam about to break, then the door swung open, and my heart lurched. Chris stood there, a storm cloud personified. His expression was unreadable, but one thing was clear: he wasn't smiling. My staffs exchanged glances, their gazes then focusing on me. "Eve," Chris's voice was low. "We need to talk." The room went silent, thick with nervous energy. The unspoken question hung in the air. "Chris," I said, my voice calm despite my pounding heart, "can this wait? We're in the middle of an important meeting." I wanted him to leave, to deal with this later, on my terms. "No, it can't," he said, stepping into the room. His anger simmered beneath the surface, but there was a visible vulnerability that made my own heart ache. "Please excuse us," I told my staffs, who hurriedly packed and left us alone. "You just left. You left after that night with just empty words on a piece of paper and then went out of the country for a whole week, Eve. A whole week." I was surprised to see him so vulnerable, so angry. It was the first time. It was obvious he was hurt, and I knew I was wrong. He stalked towards me, like a predator, and as he got closer, the anger seemed to flicker, replaced by a different intensity. He stopped in front of me, and then, without warning, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a tight, desperate embrace. My breath hitched. I went stiff for a moment, surprised by the contact. Then, almost instantly, my arms went around him, clinging to his strong frame. A mix of emotions flooded me: surprise, relief, and an overwhelming need to simply hold him. I breathed in his familiar scent, a comforting aroma that had been haunting my senses for the last week. He held me tightly, as if afraid I'd vanish if he let go, and I didn't resist. I had dreamed of this. He pulled back, his hands on my shoulders, his gaze searching mine with an intensity that made my heart flutter. The anger lingered, but it was mixed with something else. Something softer. "I missed you terribly," he whispered, the words barely audible, but they resonated through me. ------ Eve, a fashion powerhouse ruling the world's runways, needs a fake boyfriend and fast, to appease her matchmaking mother.   Christopher, a charming, secretive, and dangerously attractive heir to the biggest conglomerate in the country. needs a distraction from his father's unwanted marriage plans. Their solution? A temporary romance brokered through a "rent-a-partner" app. What starts as a mutually beneficial arrangement quickly evolves into a sizzling romance, throw in a jealous childhood crush, a clash of powerful families, and a whirlwind of hilarious misunderstandings, and you've got a recipe for a romance that's as unexpected as it is unforgettable. Will their carefully constructed facade withstand the pressure, or will their fake relationship crumble under the weight of their undeniable, and quite unexpected, love?

A newly birthed child is akin to a pure white sheet. And if someone had to badmouth about their behavior, it should be towards the parents because after birth it is up to the parents to navigate their children on the road of life. They paint their child with their ideology , thought's , emotion and sometimes dream. So how a child grows up depends on the environment and their parents. ••••••• Quotes: “One must prepare themselves to be embarrassed if they want to embarrass someone.” “One must deceive themselves to deceive others.” “Everyone wears a mask to hide themselves from the world.” •••••• Submitting this for the webnovel spirity awards 2024. Please support me. Thank you. [Warning. Mature content. sensitive content.] [This is fiction so don't take it seriously and just enjoy.]

This is an exploration of God’s autonomous perspective on why it is he made the conscious decision to make light first specifically, as well as the relationship we can decode that he yearns to have with us and we should have visa versa whether mutual or not through reverse engineering his honest decisions, even if there is the possibility to have the honest decision to lie, but regardless of the consequences of God having His own free will just as we have been given by Him, we need to know the reality of the situation, not just judge possibilities. As for where that ability to judge comes from, even in the case of God being the personification the ability to judge and taking the rule of ultimate judge as a result, these perceptions are only possible if part of consciousness itself, which we can safely assume is one of the main building blocks of God in some sort of way to put it bluntly (I’m not going to bother with semantics and considerations, I’m not a politician nor a debater, I just want to be efficient in my explorations), so God too must also follow the rules of objective morality/Grace, as for the potential of any consciousness being Holy or Unholy, which is what we would categorise being the on the side of a benevolent God or Satan which counts as an Anti-God. A quote from Socrates has stuck with me not because I dogmatically assert it to be true, but it is the closest description of the truth of the situation for what right question to ask: “What came first, God or morality?”, and that is why I am trying to figure out that our hope for a benevolent God would be good and the salvation of the human heart through faith to conduct our view of existence in the diagnosis of reality from the perspective that God is benevolent is a net positive, it’s still not the same as a proven truth. You could argue that truth for the sake of truth doesn’t matter if ultimately our experience of life is better with faith in our hopes being the reality, but if it isn’t the reality, there is more than just spiritual freedom that needs to be accounted for, but also physical freedom. If your heart is in the right place but YOU aren’t where you actually want to be, then hope that the potential future is out there somewhere is worth striving for and make happen, rather than convince yourself that it’s already here when it ISN’T. So, let’s get to exploring, and understand more about existence as a whole along the way, treating religion like a science AS WELL. [I miss someone I haven’t even met yet, and I want to chase this feeling in a real way without just contemplation forever, but for now, let’s figure out what direction to go in.] PS, whatever the name you give God, in the end God is God, so if I say anything that you disagree with within the doctrine of your religion, please understand that what I care about more than even God himself is Morality. Let’s not lose ourselves with the dogmas of ‘necessary evil’, because if God is benevolent as we all hope to be the case, He would never rely on the such tactics through people, the God I worship is the benevolent potential, regardless of if the real one always with His freewill as consciousness itself can also choose to do things unfairly, for the ultimate judge is not one who monopolises The Word of objective morality among other things, but by being subservient/humble to it. This is at least why Christ said “I do not care if you blaspheme against me or The Father, so long as you don’t Blaspheme against The Holy Spirit. That is the only sin that is unforgivable.” (I’m paraphrasing, so do your own research, and like I said, try to do your best to look at this through the lens of a devoid of intentions, even if the origin of these intentions are educated illegedly by the written Word in any physical representation of the fulfilled potential in the material world of that spirit being personified, printed in a book, captured in art but logically associated… Remember, the church is within.)

Shayla Jenson, a mother of two boys, Ethan and Shawn, finds her life turned upside down when her car breaks down one day. Terrance, her husband, comes to help but reveals a shocking secret: he's been having an affair and has a secret child. Devastated, Shayla decides to leave him and move to Georgia with her children to pursue her dream of becoming a landscape designer. In Georgia, she meets Christopher Langston, a secret billionaire who becomes her first client and eventually her love interest. Christopher helps Shayla with her divorce. Meanwhile, Terrance's life spirals out of control. Will Terrance retaliate or accept defeat?