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When Will The War End

When An Arrogant Playboy Meets A Rude Prostitute? WAR

( No rape, *apart from the memory of the Fl*. This novel contains alot of sex scenes, so its restricted for people under 18+.) Raymond Christio is a sex freak. He fucks anything in a skirt and has no regard for women. To him, they are mere playthings, disposable conquests meant to serve his pleasure before he moves on to the next. Money, power, and his undeniable charm have always ensured that no woman dares to reject him. No one has ever slapped him, no one has ever said no—until her. Rosia Angelis. A woman who lives by her own rules. A prostitute by profession, but not by choice. Life pushed her into the darkness, but she carved her own place within it. While others might look down on her, she wears her title with pride. No one knows the pain she has endured, the sacrifices she has made, or the battles she fights every single day. And no man, not even the arrogant, insufferable Raymond Christio, has the right to judge her. Their paths cross one fateful night when Raymond, confident as ever, approaches her, expecting the usual submission he gets from women. But Rosia isn’t like the others. When he tries to claim her as if she is just another prize, she does the unthinkable—she slaps him across the face and walks away. For the first time in his life, Raymond is left stunned, humiliated, and burning with a new kind of desire—one that has nothing to do with lust and everything to do with obsession. No woman has ever defied him, and now, all he can think about is breaking Rosia, making her submit, forcing her into his world. But Rosia isn't someone to be tamed. She has fought against monsters all her life, and she refuses to let Raymond be another. What happens when two worlds built on dominance and survival collide? A game of power, passion, and destruction begins—where the victor may end up losing the most.
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The Beginning Of The End

To the quiet despairs, the forgotten corners, the shadows that whisper secrets in the dead of night. To the nameless anxieties that burrow deep within the human heart, gnawing at the edges of sanity. This book is dedicated to the muted background hum of existence, the slow, insidious erosion of hope, and the persistent vibration of unease that resonates in the spaces between the stars. To the forgotten gods, the careless creators, and the indifferent universe that watches our struggles with cold, cosmic detachment. This is for the crumbling alleyways, the faded murals, and the abandoned buildings that echo with the silent stories of forgotten lives, lives as fleeting and fragile as the whispers carried on the wind. To those who wander the desolate landscapes of their own minds, grappling with existential questions that yield no easy answers. To those who find solace in the bleak pronouncements of nihilism and absurdism, who embrace the brutal honesty of the darkness, and who find a strange kind of peace in the face of utter meaninglessness. This book is for you. For those who carry the weight of unspoken burdens, the invisible wounds of loneliness, the ghosts of past disappointments that linger like shadows in the periphery of vision. For those who seek a connection, a purpose, a reason to rise each morning despite the gnawing emptiness that threatens to consume them. This is also a dedication to the unsettling silence of empty streets, the flickering streetlights that cast long, distorted shadows, the dissonant sounds that emanate from the unseen corners of reality. It's for the creeping sensation of being watched, of an unseen presence lurking just beyond the reach of perception. For those who feel the subtle distortions in the fabric of reality, the subtle anomalies that hint at something far stranger, far more terrifying, than the mundane reality they inhabit. To the city itself, a cold, uncaring beast, yet also a testament to human ambition and resilience, a canvas on which our hopes and dreams are painted, only to be washed away by the relentless tide of time. To the ordinary lives lived amidst the extraordinary, to the single grains of sand lost in the vast, unforgiving machine of existence. This is for the cosmic horror that seeps into the cracks of our everyday world, and the subtle echoes of the Genesis Event that resonate in the quietest moments. And finally, to the uncaring vastness of the cosmos, to the indifferent gods who created a universe both beautiful and terrifying, this is for the ultimate struggle between order and chaos, between light and darkness, and the journey of a single, insignificant man caught in the middle of it all..
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