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"Fayre, Fayre" someone was calling as I ran "Catch me mama" I called laughing "Stop running, you'll fall" ....... And the voice faded away while I kept hearing a loud ring at the same time trying to catch my breath. "What is happening?" I heard a voice but it sounded far away. "She's having a panic attack" someone answered. I am panicking, what was that? I pulled at my hair trying to get the ring to stop. A protective hand wrapped around me stopping my hands from pulling my hair painfully and I knew immediately it was Luca. I didn't even realize I was standing away from the bed until he steadies me against the wall and shield my body with his away from others in the room. "Eyes on me Fayre, no one else, focus on me and breath" he instructs in a low murmur and I look up at him trying to focus on him and ignore the ring in my ear but it was hard. "I can't —" I whimper "I feel like I need to scream" carrying his eyes between the tears in mine, he nods, then he gathers me into his chest and I have no idea what he is doing as he presses my face into his robe. Until his deep voice whispers against the top of my head. "Okay, scream" ......................... This is a tale of King Luca and a nameless servant. A King that rattles the Kingdom with just a glare, alongside with the breath of his very own silver dragon. King Luca, a man feared by a lot of people even if just few truly recognizes him apart from the royals of course. He is ruthless, feared, uncaring and some even called him the devil. But is that really him or it's just rumors created by people who think they know him? What happens when a little slave comes into his life uninvited and together, through different emotions starting from the bottom line of hatred up to the very heart word, they Swalve through all obstacles that seems to be thrown at them.

As I walked down the aisle, bouquet in hand, I scanned the crowd—the very people I’d paid to attend. My heart raced, searching for my husband, but he was nowhere in sight. Panic set in. Was I about to be abandoned on my wedding day? I could already picture the headline: Daughter of Late CEO of Nova White Robotics abandoned at the Altar. Not only would I be humiliated, but my chance to take over the company would slip away, and my enemies would jubilate in my defeat. Just as I was drowning in my sea of doubt, I heard the sound of a hasty footsteps. The crowd turned and gasped in shock as Mason appeared, looking dashing in a sharp three-piece suit. His smile met my gaze, his piercing blue eyes locking onto mine. “Sorry I’m late. My suit didn’t arrive on time,” he said with an apologetic smile. I nodded and the priest began reading the vows, he turned to me and asked, "Will you take Mr. Mason Anderson as your lawfully wedded husband, to love and protect?" I tried to speak, but the words stuck in my throat. I just stood there, lost in confusion, unsure if this was the right choice. * * Determined to secure her place as CEO, knowing marriage is the key to winning over the shareholders, she’s ready to do whatever it takes to take control of her father’s company. But can she overcome the evil forces that threatened to destroy her family , or will they succeed in eliminating her for their own gain? And as for the contract marriage, will it turn out to be her worst mistake or will it blossom into something real, especially when undeniable feelings start to arise?

“What do you think you are doing with my father?” Henry asked in panic. “Giving him a son he would be proud of,” I replied with a slight smile. ••• The famous Musk family were known for their riches and prestige, but mostly because Hozier Musk, who came from nothing, had made a name for himself. Along the line, he realized his sons had become arrogant with his wealth. So he decided to put them to a test. He disappeared from their lives for eight years, but he gave his son a task, and whoever won would own a greater share of his wealth. Now Henry, his second son, married a wife who helped him build his reputation and wealth till he was richer and more successful than his brother, but he ended up divorcing her. But as fate might have it, Emily, his ex-wife, met his father, and she took matters into her own hands. But it doesn’t end there, as things got drastic really quickly. 

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. My body stiffened as a palace guard called for me from the other side, but I ignored it. Mei, on the other hand, began pushing me away in a panic. "Cheng, let go," she said, struggling in my arms. "Can't you hear him? What if he comes in and sees us like this?" "I don't care," I replied, my lips brushing her ear. "Tell me you forgive me, that's all I need. I won't let go until you do." I knew I was taking a risk, a huge one, if we were seen like this, there would be consequences. But losing Mei would be the bigger risk, the one I couldn't take. I couldn't let her slip away. "I just need to hear you forgive me, mei. That's all I need right now." The guard knocked again, calling my name, and Mei struggled harder. "Cheng, please," she said, her voice cracking under the strain. But I didn't budge. Finally she muttered, "Fine. I forgive you." "I forgive you, you crazy jerk." "You really mean that?" I asked, my voice barely audible. She nodded, exasperated, and only then did I release her. Just as I did, the door swung open, and I barely had time to step back before the palace guard entered, the guard rushed in, his face pale with worry. It was a close call. too close, but I didn't care. Mei flinched at the intrusion, but quickly composed herself, stepping away from me to a more respectable distance. The guard, wide-eyed and clearly flustered, fell to his knees in a bow. "My deepest apologies, Your Highness. I called for you several times but received no reply. I entered out of concern, fearing the worst." I glanced at Mei, but she wouldn't meet my eyes. She simply gave the guard one last look and walked out, leaving the room without a word. I let out a long, exhausted sigh, running a hand through my hair, still reeling from everything that had just happened. Turning back to the guard, I motioned for him to stand. "Get up" "And next time, don't enter my room without permission." In a fantastical world inspired by imperial China, the story follows Crown Prince Cheng, who faces a pretty intense struggle from birth; cursed with a chaotic spirit that strikes him at the worst times leaving him vulnerable and casting doubt on his ability to one day rule. As the Emperor ages, the whispers in the court grow louder, can Cheng really take the throne? His only true ally is Meiying, a young woman who's spent years secretly training to become a martial arts master. But when she finally returns home, she's met with devastation- her home destroyed and her family gone. Author’s Note This story is a work of fiction, entirely created from my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or places is purely coincidental. I have made every effort to craft a compelling narrative, but I acknowledge that some scenes or details may be inaccurate or unintentionally offensive. For this, I sincerely apologize. My intention is to entertain and inspire, not to harm or misrepresent. Thank you for your understanding.

Riley Kaur has always been an afterthought in her prestigious family. The illegitimate daughter of the world-renowned Chef, John Kaur. Her existence is a constant reminder of a mistake the Kaur family would prefer to forget. Growing up in a house full of wealth and privilege, Riley was treated as little more than an outsider—ignored and neglected, even by the servants who barely acknowledged her presence. To them, she was nothing but a burden, a stain on the family’s reputation. As her stepsister Anne’s wedding day approaches, Riley is resigned to her place on the fringes of family life. Anne is set to marry Spencer Adams, a once-charismatic heir whose life was shattered years ago in a devastating plane crash, leaving him crippled and disfigured. Rumors swirl around Spencer’s physical state, but his marriage to Anne is seen as the perfect union to solidify the Kaur family’s social standing. However, hours before the wedding, Anne disappears—vanishing without a trace. Panic ripples through the Kaur household as the family scrambles to cover up the scandal. With no time to waste and their carefully constructed world on the brink of collapse, they hatch a desperate plan: Riley, the unwanted daughter, must step in as the bride. Thrown into the role of a lifetime, Riley is forced into a marriage with Spencer, a man she has never met, all to preserve her family's reputation and their lucrative contracts. But as she faces the daunting task of becoming a wife to a man she barely knows, Riley finds herself at a crossroads

“Lin Yunfeng! Stop right there!” Lin Yunfeng gazed back at the speeding figure behind him. Heart racing, he picked up speed and ran through the abandoned corridor. “You better stop Yunfeng!!” Ren Muchen growled loudly. The little brat was much faster than he had expected. “This is how you wish to face me after you fucking slept with me? Fine! Run then! Let’s see how long you can last,” Panting Lin Yunfeng looked back in panic. “I’m so sorry, it was a mistake. think of it as Stepping on shit. Please forgive me!” he placed a hand on his lower stomach and ran even faster. “Watch out!” Yunfeng gazed ahead in surprise. a half-rotten corpse stood in his way. He came to a screeching halt but the slippery floor made it hard for him to come to a complete stop. He fell unceremoniously face down on the ground. “Fuck,” The zombie jumped onto him with its mouth wide open. Its bloody saliva dripped onto his face. Yunfeng held his breath. He had read about this before but this was the first time he had actually seen an undead. It petrified him. ‘Is this how I die?’ “Growl,” the beast aimed at his neck precisely, Just as he thought his life was coming to an end, a long axe cut through the decayed neck of the Zombie. The heavy zombie fell right on top of him, oozing blood and puss. A hand grabbed him by his collar and lifted him up. “You are not dying, not today, not anytime soon...” Ren Muchen said with a nasty grin/ Yunfeng gulped. Muchen peered into his trembling black eyes coldly. “You know why?” because we are having a baby.” Yunfeng’s hand reflectively went into his tummy. “h-how do you know?” “You knew?! Yet you ran!” Muchen laughed coldly and shook him like a rattle. “Take responsibility you bastard, we created a life that day! “y-yes, I’ll take responsibility!”

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The empire encompassed endless twinkling stars, but in this dark and terrifying distant future, there were only endless wars. ...... Gu Hang became the governor of a wasteland planet, where previous governors had all been executed for failing to deliver the tithe on time. Monsters and Low Energy Storms rampaged, survivor factions schemed against each other, technological regression, low productivity, the resurgence of Evil Gods, Green Skin Orcs taking root and sprouting... "Don't panic just yet, let me check the panel below." [Military Tokens], [Heroes], [Technology], [Events]... Starting as the planetary governor, he would build fleets that traversed the Star Sea, suppressing all alien forms, heretics, traitors, and demons of chaos! Although I formed battle groups on my own, funded Battle Nuns, diverted the imperial tax, and disregarded deployment orders... I knew I was fiercely loyal! Traitors? This is clearly the Third Empire!

The Jiuzhou Continent contains an era of chaos and fiendish demons, haunted by mysterious beings and fraught with feuding martial families, demonic sacred grounds, and endless struggles between various powers. Conflict is a constant throughout the world. Within such darkness, Gu Chen opened his eyes to this reality. At the same time, he discovered that as long as he slew these fiendish demons and ghosts, his cultivation strength could continually elevate. Killing a Panic Level Demon yields a decade's worth of cultivation. Slaying a Ghost Level Fiendish Ghost brings thirty years of cultivation. ... Eventually, one day, staring at the endless swarm of fiendish demons and world-renowned grandmasters in his path, Gu Chen chuckled lightly, "Are you able to withstand this fist of mine, charged with 1600 years of cultivation?"

As Mia drove through the bustling city streets, her heart began to race—not from the traffic, but from the chilling knowledge that a bomb had been planted in her car. The news had come through a frantic message on her phone, a warning from an anonymous source that sent her spiraling into a state of panic. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white as she fought to maintain control. With every red light, her dread deepened. She knew that the moment she stopped the car, the bomb would detonate. The thought of leaving her Lysander behind filled her with a profound sense of sorrow. They had so many plans, dreams of a future together that now felt impossibly distant. With trembling hands, she picked up her phone and dialed Lysander’s number. “Mi Amore?” Lysander’s voice came through, laced with concern. “What’s wrong?” Mia smiled sadly, he could always tell when something was bothering her and yet she was going to leave him. “Lysander , I need you to listen to me,” she said, her voice quivering. “ You’re a very great person. I never thought I would find this type of love. I only thought love like this was just a fairytale. But you….you….” Mia paused taking in a deep breath. “Anna? What’s happening? Is something wrong? You’re scaring me.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she turned her head towards the backseat where the bomb sat. How could she tell this to Lysander? She was going to die and leave him. She was going to leave him alone with the thoughts and dreams they shared. Silence hung heavy on the line, and Anna could almost hear the rapid beating of her heart. “I just found out…… I… I don’t have much time,” she choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, love. I won’t be able to see you again.” “Don’t say that! We’ll figure this out! Just tell me what’s happening? ” he urged, desperation creeping into his tone. “No, please, just listen. It’s too late now. I love you so much, and I want you to remember that. You’ve made my life so beautiful. I wish I could hold you one last time.” Her voice broke as she fought to keep her composure. “Anna, don’t—” “I have to go, Lysander . Just know that I’m always with you.” With that, she hung up, her heart shattering into a million pieces. She looked at the cliff ahead of her and stepped on the gas, the car racing towards the cliff. ************* In the heart of a bustling college town, twenty-year-old Anna Mia Harper is juggling classes, bills, and a growing sense of despair as an orphan navigating life on her own. Desperate for cash, she stumbles upon a peculiar job listing: a grave cleaner and companion for the dead at the local cemetery, promising a month’s rent for just one night of work. Excited by the prospect, Anna Mia arrives under the eerie glow of the moon, ready to face whatever the night may bring. But when she encounters a mysterious man lounging atop a tombstone—one who bears a striking resemblance to a deceased local legend—her heart races. Is he a ghost, a trick of the light, or something more sinister?

Winter is approaching, the whole planet is once again in a material panic, powerful magical beasts converge to form a mountainous tide of beasts... This time, can mankind withstand it? When food becomes the ultimate problem, it is courage to live!

"Why are you wearing cow head mask? Lilith asks you this question the third time." Amon groaned, tipping his head up. It made the snout of his mask point at the sky, making Lilith giggle as she found the view funny. "It's weird. Lilith thinks you're ugly that's why you're hiding your face." Hearing this, Amon couldn't help but look at her through his mask. If only he wasn't wearing it, Lilith would see how he arched a brow at her statement as he didn't like what she said. "You said it's rude for people to be ignored. Aren't you being rude for making such a remark?" "Oh!" Lilith gasped, making her cuter as she immediately touched her mouth with both of her hands in an attempt to shut herself up. The little girl spoke again, her voice heard even though she talked softly. "Lilith didn't mean to... Lilith is sorry. But Lilith was honest. Doesn't that make Lilith a good girl?" *** Amon, the Grim Reaper, appeared in the mortal realm to fulfill his job in collecting the souls of the dead. However, an unusual event occurred when he was about to collect one dying pregnant woman's soul. She was giving birth right before she died, making Amon panic and worry as her dying wish was for him to save her child! With the Grim Reaper actually a softie and is willing to take care of the infant despite the rule of their job to not interfere in mortal affairs, what lies ahead for Death and his now-growing human, Lilith? *** "Why do you wear that?" "19 years have passed—" Amon started, "—and this is still what you want to ask about?" "Well, yes." Lilith grinned. --- WARNING: Some chapters of this story contain mature R-18 content. FUN FACT: The world here is connected to "The Soul Eater's Possession" story's world, but this can also be a stand-alone book. COVER ARTIST: Haryu WSA ENTRY 2022 Update Schedule: 1 chapter every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday 6PM GMT+8. Want to further show your support? Send me a ko-fi~! ^^ Link: https://ko-fi.com/mysticamy

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Arjun had just graduated from high school and today was his first day at college. Despite his introverted nature, Arjun had always excelled at programming. It was a language he understood better than any spoken word, a world where he felt in control. "Arjun, breakfast is ready!" his mother called from the kitchen. He grabbed his backpack, double-checking his supplies, and headed downstairs. His parents had always been supportive, understanding his quiet nature and encouraging his passion for technology. As he sat down to eat, a wave of dizziness hit him. The room spun, and he clutched the edge of the table. His vision blurred, and he felt a strange sensation, as if his very being was being pulled away from reality. The darkness engulfed him. The last thing he heard was his mother's panicked voice calling his name. When Arjun opened his eyes, he found himself lying on a grassy field under a strange sky. The colors were more vibrant, the air tinged with unfamiliar scents. He sat up slowly, trying to make sense of his surroundings. People were scattered around, some unconscious, others just waking up. Panic and confusion filled the air. As he looked closer, he noticed that these weren't just humans—there were beings of various races, some humanoid, others entirely alien. "What is this place?" he muttered to himself. A soft chime echoed in his mind, and a translucent screen appeared before him. It looked like a game interface, displaying his name and a brief description: Name: Arjun Sharma Class: Support Ability: Code Manipulation Arjun blinked in surprise. He had read enough fantasy novels and played enough games to recognize a system interface, but experiencing it in real life was surreal. As he explored further, he learned that everyone here had a similar interface, each with unique abilities. Some had combat skills, others had magical talents, and a few, like him, had support abilities. The world they had transmigrated to was teeming with dangerous beasts, some less threatening, others incredibly deadly. Despite the chaos, Arjun felt a strange sense of calm. His ability, though non-combatant, was still unique. He could manipulate codes within the system, potentially altering or enhancing abilities and objects. However, this also meant he was seen as less valuable in direct confrontations. Groups quickly formed among the survivors, prioritizing those with combat abilities. Arjun found himself alone, struggling to find anyone who would accept him. Determined to survive, he began to explore the surroundings, seeking resources and learning about this new world. His programming skills, though seemingly useless at first, began to find application in unexpected ways. He could tweak the system interface, optimize resource management, and even alter the properties of items he found. But survival was not easy. The world was fraught with peril, and Arjun soon realized he would have to rely on his wits and creativity to navigate this treacherous land.

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25 weeks. 26 stories. Updates every Thursday until 26/12/2024. "Scream scream scream, oh your Lowly Screams. Pretty pretty pretty, the blood from your veins. Cunning cunning cunning, everything trying to hunt you. Bleeding crying dying, but don't panic have patience - your turn shall come too." A collection of 26 horror stories, each about a different fear/ fright. It'll get disgusting with gore and psychotism. Some messing with the brain. Don't start, if you can't continue. And once you start... don't panic, have patience. Your turn shall come too. No further context on what is to come - but if you can't bear the very first one (which I've envisioned to be the lightest of all) then do not tread any further! TRIGGER WARNING: Major gore. Cruel concepts and views. None of these are personal views and they aren't expected to motivate any sort of agendas. They are mere fictions. Please contact professionals in case you have the urge for any of this, or feel threatened in any similar ways. Mental health matters! Also, no specific warnings shall be provided at the start of stories!

Breakups are tough. They can shatter your heart and, in my case, cost me a small fortune. When my girlfriend dumped me, I fell into a pit of despair and recklessness. I was in that dark place where everything felt hopeless, and I was desperate for some semblance of control. In my grief, I made the impulsive decision to change my crypto wallet password to something that resonated with my emotional state: “HeartbreakSucks123.” In my mind, it was a clever twist on my pain—a mantra that expressed my misery. Fast forward a week of wallowing in my self-pity, and I completely forgot the new password. Panic washed over me as the grim reality set in: I was locked out of my $500,000 wallet, a significant chunk of my hard-earned savings now out of reach. The very funds I had worked so hard for were held captive by my own emotional turmoil, all because I couldn't keep my head straight. Feeling like a complete fool, I reached out to Cyber Constable Intelligence, praying for a miracle. As I explained my situation to the representative, I could hear the sympathy in their voices. They didn’t laugh or scold me for my foolishness; instead, they assured me that they could help. Their calm demeanor was a stark contrast to the chaos swirling in my mind, and for the first time since the breakup, I felt a glimmer of hope. After providing them with the necessary details, I waited with bated breath. Days felt like an eternity as I fretted over my lost funds and berated myself for being so careless. How could I let a moment of weakness lead to such a disaster? But when they finally called back, the relief I felt was overwhelming. They had cracked my password! In that moment, I was flooded with gratitude, but I couldn’t shake the anger at myself for allowing my emotions to dictate such a critical decision. I had learned an invaluable lesson: in times of personal turmoil, it's vital to keep a level head, especially when it comes to your financial future. Now, as I reflect on this experience, I know I must be more mindful of my choices, particularly during emotional upheavals. While heartache is an inevitable part of life, losing half a million dollars over it is a mistake I won’t make again. In the end, I emerged not just with my funds restored but also with a newfound determination to navigate life's challenges with clarity and composure. Reach out to them with the info below: WhatsApp info: +1 (252) 378-7611 Website info: https://cyberconstableintelligence. com Email info: support@cyberconstableintelligence. com

She's afraid of the dark, he embodies it. Most say her dresses are too tight, her heels too tall. She laughs too loud, cries too much, and smokes like her life depends on it, and in some ways it does. Little do they know, it’s just a sparkly disguise, there to hide one panic attack at a time. "As long as they were looking at my body, they'd never see what was behind my eyes." No one can see through Aurelia Cabrera's facade—not until he comes along. Some know him as an emotionless player, his nature as cold as the heart of ice in his chest. He changed through his girlfriends like they were underwear. But that was only because all the ladies loved the way he played his guitar when he and his rock band, "Zeveira", would perform their electrifying songs on stage. With a tendency to pick order and class as his companion, Alexei "Alex" Morozova has never been tempted to veer off course. But perhaps one should never say never... One autumn night and their lives intertwine. She hates him—his arrogance and habit of never taking anything or anyone seriously—but over the years, even as their games consist of insulting each other’s looks and intelligence, she begins to live to play with him. Nowhere in Alexei’s plans had he ever prepared for Aurelia. She’s chaos embodied, not his type, but that can never stop his eyes from following her wherever she goes. All along, she doesn’t even know that she’s his frustration, his fascination - and he's been craving this amount of fun for his entire life. She's his maddest craving. PLEASE READ: Dear reader, I know you've been looking for a good novel recently. Well, you're in luck! Good for you! Fry me in a pot of boiling oil if you didn't enjoy this novel when you finish reading the entirety of it. It's extremely good but you may regret reading it. Why? Because it's also extremely sad. You might never recover from this story. So with that being said, if you cry a lot (when it comes to books and movies) and/or are depressed, I will advise you not to read this. I care about you :) And of course, viewer discretion STRONGLY, HIGHLY advised. Happy reading!! **One chapter every day before 20:00 (24-hour clock)**

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"

We all want to protect our assets, but my quest for security backfired spectacularly. After reading every article on securing Bitcoin wallets, I became paranoid about potential hacks and breaches. With my heart racing, I decided to set an uncrackable password for my wallet containing a staggering $750,000. I thought I was being clever, but little did I know that my desire for security would lead to my downfall I completely forgot the password. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Panic set in, and my mind spiraled into a state of sheer chaos. How could I have been so careless? Here I was, a self-proclaimed security guru, and I had locked myself out of my own wallet! The thought of losing my hard-earned money sent me into a frenzy. I started second-guessing everything: was it my birthday, a favorite quote, or something totally random? None of it made sense anymore. Contact with WhatsApp: +1 (443) 859 - 2886  Email @ d i g i t a l t e c h g u a r d . c o m  Telegram : d i g i t a l t e c h g u a r d r e c o v e r y . c o m  website link :: https : // d i g i t a l t e c h g u a r d . c o m In my desperation, I began searching for help online and stumbled upon Digital Tech Guard Recovery. With little hope but a glimmer of trust, I reached out to them. To my surprise, their team not only understood my plight but also handled my case with remarkable grace and professionalism. They listened patiently as I recounted my journey down the rabbit hole of paranoia, assuring me that I wasn’t the first person to face such a predicament. As they got to work, I found myself feeling a mix of anxiety and relief. I could sense their expertise; they were determined to crack the code faster than I could have imagined. Each day felt like an eternity, but their constant updates kept my hopes alive. The professionals at Digital Tech Guard Recovery took the time to explain the recovery process, easing my fears and helping me regain some semblance of sanity. Finally, the moment arrived when they called me with the news I had been waiting for: they had successfully restored my access! I felt a wave of relief wash over me, a weight lifting from my shoulders. Not only had they saved my $750,000, but they had also taught me a valuable lesson. While security is essential, it shouldn’t come at the cost of my sanity. Now, I keep my passwords in a safe place—secure, but accessible—so I never find myself in this predicament again. Thanks to Digital Tech Guard Recovery, I learned that balance is key, and a little common sense goes a long way.

Stuck in a mundane finance job and burdened by his father’s high expectations, Alex Han feels like a failure. When an alien observer mistakenly abducts him while trying to capture an ant, Alex finds himself thrust into an unexpected adventure. In a panic, he activates what he thinks is an escape pod, only to discover it’s a time machine that fuses him with a pair of futuristic headphones—now the alien’s makeshift form. As the duo navigates Alex’s earlier years, they must confront their insecurities and prove Alex’s significance to the future. With the help of his foul-mouthed extraterrestrial companion, Alex learns that true worth comes from within—even if it takes a chaotic journey through time to discover it.

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In the Ombrae, people are whispering: "The King will never return," and the panic rose as the sky was menacing to send their soldiers to ravage the monstrosities living here. Banshees, zombies, vampires, and so many others were ready to leave the world they loved, to return to Earth and hide. When another rumor spread: "The Prince is coming", and in the heart of the damned, for the first time in a very long time, there was hope again. For those who have fallen in disgrace, those who want to be forgotten. It feels so cold in Ombrae. Where are our brothers and sisters, where are our children? It is so calm in Ombrae. Listening to the call of our King and then his son, the Prince, in the darkness we rise. It is so warm in Ombrae.

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A bored genius, A black hole, and an opportunity to be the Most powerful being. Meet our Protagonist, A rich young master named Joseph Crown who excels at many things, his favorite hobbies are training, reading, and finding out how things work. He is also a bit cold-blooded, ruthless, and likes being the one in control. With all these Qualities, he is bored when suddenly, a black hole appears in the sky, 200 Kilometers away from the surface of the Earth, growing continuously. While Global panic ensues, he takes his father's jet and flies straight into it, amusing something that decided that it would help this little human, as long as it was interesting. [A/N This novel will contain Brutality and Gore,] [You have been warned]