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A gangster returns to Virginia after been on vacation. While helping his Crime family in maintaining Virginia, he encountered a restricted locked door filled with blood at the Cruise crime Family's mansion. Upon his been a made man and had a hierarchy in the family, he was mystically denied access that it threatened his existence. Yet, engaging in a drag of power between various Mafia organizations to bring back the respect The Cruise Crime Family once had. **** **** Will Ethan choose hierarchy over his limitations within the mystical family?

They see each other as nothing more than enemies but they're about to realize that there really is more to life than meets the eye. ******** She beholds them as nothing more than peasants, people not worthy of her presence... or at least that's what they perceive it as. ****** She's steady enduring in silence and finds comfort in putting out her frustrations on the ones whom she later is surprised to realize are her saving grace. ******** "Omo, mother fate Sha! The universe sha dey craze, I swear," she chuckles and looks at the girl right in front of her and at the ones around her and chuckles again making use of her handkerchief to bat away a tear or two, "Omo nné, after everything... Life!" "I swear," She replies slowly shaking her head. ****** "Omo life Sha!" I say and we all break into laughter...

A man awoke, stretching lazily. The world had changed, yet he… had simply been sleeping. A notification greeted him. [You have met the hidden condition of your skill: High Upgradation.] [You have unlocked S-Grade Skill: Sleep.] He stared at the screen, dumbfounded. What kind of sick joke was this?! Monsters roamed the streets, people were killing for survival… and his power was to take naps! ____________ Dimension Collapse. The world expanded tenfold, swallowing everything that once existed. The sky shattered like glass, and a massive rift stretched endlessly across it. From the darkness, nightmares emerged—monstrous beasts, ancient horrors, and creatures beyond human understanding. Colossal dragons appeared, their immense bodies eclipsing the sky, shaking the world with roars that shattered mountains and split the earth. l Vampires with glowing crimson eyes stalked the night. Demons wreathed in hellfire descended in endless hordes. Beastmen roared beneath the blood-red moon, while goblins, wild and savage, swarmed the streets, feasting on the fallen. Cities crumbled. Lands twisted into strange, terrifying shapes. Reality itself became a battlefield of chaos. Then, as if it were nothing, a glowing screen flickered into existence before every survivor. Terror settled in. Everyone had received a skill—some wielded power over the elements, others bent time or defied death itself. Yet some… awakened curses, abilities so absurd or sinister that they were doomed from the start. The rules were brutal: Kill. Adapt. Evolve. Chaos erupted instantly. Neighbors became executioners. Families slaughtered one another. Streets ran red with blood as the weak perished and the strong carved their place in this new world. [Welcome to the New Era.] [You have been granted 100 Coins.] [Your Unique Skill has been awakened.] [To survive, obtain more coins.] [Methods: Slay the creatures. Kill the others.]

Sealing away his powers and erasing his memories, Ray thought he could leave his past behind. Seeking a fresh start, he moves to the quiet Human kingdom Valoria. Hoping for a peaceful, ordinary life. But fate is never so kind, It it? Shadows of his past begin to creep back, whispers of forgotten horrors calling out to him. Dark secrets, buried deep within his mind, start unraveling—memories of a twisted past he no longer remembers but cannot escape. As strange events unfold around him, Ray finds himself at a crossroads. Will he fight to hold onto the normal life he desperately craves, will he awaken something within himself—Or... He has Some secrets that's far dangerous than anyone can ever imagine?

The stunning female general has been reborn and is determined to become the nemesis of men. Hey hey, that iceberg man, it's you who's torturing me. Don't think that just because you have a noble status and a pretty face, I'll be soft hearted. Who else is that guy, with peach blossom eyes squinting and idle all day long? Don't think I owe you a favor, just stick to me like an acorn candy. On the left is a reborn concubine, on the right is a time traveling witch, and there are also close friends who like to pretend to be little white flowers. If you have any tricks, feel free to use them! I have the Thirty Six Stratagems in my hands, I have them all in the world! I am a girl, who am I afraid of?

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It's funny, isn't it? Nobody asks to be born... None of us choose the life we are forced to live....And yet, we are bound to it, trapped in a world where strength defines everything. People worship when you are strong. They loathe when you are weak. They worship the god. They fear the devil. But why? Was it righteousness that gave the god victory over the devil, or was it simply strength? Why must we fear one and worship the other? Is the god so righteous? Is the devil so weak? Would Wang Xiao still have everything if he were weak? Would they still worship him? Would those women have submitted so easily? No. It's always the strength. Power rules all. A man can own kingdoms, riches, even love—but lose his strength, and the world turns on him. His woman, the one who once looked at him with admiration, will crush him underfoot if she finds him unworthy. His own children, born of his blood, will stare at him with contempt, their eyes filled with disappointment. What is love if not submission to power? What is loyalty but the price of dominance? Wang Xiao has learned this bitter truth. The sacrifices he made, the pain he endured, meant nothing. Without strength, he was nothing. But no longer... He has seen the lie, the illusion of it all... And now, the ancient myths rise once more, the gods claw their way from forgotten graves, and Wang Xiao, mistaken for the 8th Prince, feared by gods and mortals alike, finds himself at the center of it all. Seven goddesses, each more beautiful, more dangerous than the last, now circle him, bound by fate. Their charm is powerful, their desires even more so. The guardian of the Atlantic tears apart nations to possess him. The Desert Princess offers her entire empire as a gift, yearning for his love... Even an ancient being, her power stripped away, bends her knee in submission, once feared, now powerless before him. But would they have bowed if he were weak? Would they have loved him, served him, feared him? No. It's always the strength. "He 'who' covers the sky with his hand," they whisper. "The gods who once played with universes like orbs... he'll make them swallow their own spit in fear." Wang Xiao's gaze hardens as he stares at his reflection. The weak are forgotten... Strength is all that matters. "The world doesn't care for the weak," Wang Xiao whispers to his reflection. "Your woman will turn her back, people will spit on your name... They'll forget you ever existed... everything you did for them would be insignificant and forgetten...Strength is all that truly matters." And so, Wang Xiao will take what's his. The gods, playing with the universe like toys, will fall. The devils, pulling at the strings of fate, will lose their grip. He will strip them of their power, their kingdoms, their very souls, if that's what it takes. He isn't their pawn. Not anymore. Would they have bowed if he were weak? Would they have given themselves so easily? Would they have even cared? No. It's always the strength. Wang Xiao is no longer the man he once was. No longer human. No longer weak. He is the deviant. And the world will soon know what that truly means. --------------- #NoYuri #NoNTR #Threesome #Harem #Strong to Stronger #Elf #Gore #Evil MC #Conquor #Action #Adventure #Imperial Harem #Revenge #Daughters #Fellatio #Supernatural #Urbanfantasy #Superpowers #Cultivation #Goddess #First-time Intercourse #Villain ---------------- Warning: The Novel is based upon a fictional Earth, and any resemblance is mere coincidence! Discord: https://discord.gg/dsc4fftBeF **Cover Page is not owned by Author**

Since I transferred schools, I rarely talk to anyone because.. I'm a boring guy.. At home I usually play my games, read my mangas, and watch my animes. I live with myself and my little sister, Rumiko who is disappointed in me. But ever since Yumi came into my life. She changed me, she changed my lifestyle, my sleep schedule and my anxiety flew away. My sister became proud of me too. Maybe improving myself was a thing I should've done 3 years ago.

Have you ever been forced to work with someone who makes your skin crawl? That one person who chews too loudly, breathes too close, or just exists in a way that irritates your soul? Congratulations—you’re about to learn the fine art of not losing your mind while dealing with them. Sleeping with the Enemy: The Awkward Art of Working with People You Can’t Stand is a hilarious, painfully relatable guide to turning conflict into collaboration (without throwing a chair). Through real-life stories, unexpected humor, and moments of pure chaos, this book walks you through the rollercoaster of engaging with your so-called "enemy"—whether it's a coworker, classmate, or that one neighbor who always parks in your spot. From awkward first interactions to shocking moments of teamwork, you’ll discover how even the most unbearable partnerships can lead to surprising (and sometimes hilarious) results. Because, like it or not, life doesn’t always let you choose your allies—but it does give you the chance to turn enemies into the best teammates you never saw coming. Perfect for anyone who has ever sighed deeply before a meeting, debated sending that passive-aggressive email, or wondered if faking an illness was an acceptable escape plan.

A large group of the most ordinary people, falls into another world and becomes vampires. Their existence in new conditions is shown in the series of books - The Most Evil Kind.

“A false accusation can ruin a life, but the truth will always prevail. False accusations are like a swift poison, destroying trust and relationships.” The second-year high school student name Youjin Kinoshita, who had been falsely accused not one time, not two times, but three times… by the girls he knows! Not only the false accusation changed Youjin’s life forever, but it’s even worse, the people he knew, especially his own family and friends, had no longer trusted him. During the incidents with him, they had been secretly monitored by something he secretly had in the whole time. So those evidences he got would be used as revenge on the girls who made false accusations. Will his revenge plan work? If so, will the people he knows including the false accusers apologize to him? And thanks to the girls who betrayed Youjin, he finally became cautious. So everyone around him are suspicious for him, but…

I thought nothing of my past until me and my mother abruptly began moving into a completely different state. I can't believe it all was a lie. Sometimes you have to take someone else's job and do it for them.

the story of a boy who faced difficulties throughout his life, through such painful misery. Lost in the darkness, losing his identity until he no longer knows his true self.

A different kind of destiny. When Wayne, a tragic boy who loses his last living parent to the hands of a hero, he decides that becoming a villain is the most logical course of action, because why not? The only problem? There's not enough room for other villains on the planet except for him.

In a cosmos where immortals consume stars and reshape universes, Doran, an ancient being haunted by the loss of his wife Xiaoqi, spends millennia adrift in grief. When a reckless bet with his chaotic friend Radua challenges him to write a book, Doran receives a message from Xiaoqi’s immortal soul—a whisper across time and space, telling him she has reincarnated. Determined to reunite with her, he forges an Immortal Treasure, a book that records reality itself to aid him on his perilous journey through reincarnation. Stripped of his memories and power, Doran is reborn into a new life, guided only by the book and the faint echoes of his past. But as he navigates the River of Time to align his rebirth with Xiaoqi’s, an unknown presence slips into his soul. Can Doran reclaim his memories, find Xiaoqi, and rewrite their fate—or will the cosmos conspire to keep them apart? 》》[New chapters will be uploaded whenever I feel like it.]《《

After three years of marriage, my wife still couldn’t forget her first love. Our love nest had a locked room, a promise she had reserved for her first love. As long as he returned, there would always be a place for him in our home. For him, she abandoned me time and time again. The last time, in order to fulfill a promise she had made with her first love, she deliberately drugged me, leaving me unconscious for three days. That time, I almost died. After being discharged from the hospital, I left a divorce agreement behind and vanished completely from her world. But then, she began searching for me frantically.

just a lil sum my boo whipped up for me to read. I need feed back tbh

With bounties of billions of credits on some of the Most Wanted criminal's heads, and some of the most dangerous criminals on the run, this is the story of the Most Wanted criminal to ever exist. And it all starts with the battle of the Cresent Moon, and a kid with a dream.

Couple of nightmares that haunt my night.

On the first day of her transmigration into the imperial harem, Jiang Xinyu was already out of favor. Everyone said she was merely a pretty face without substance. On the second day of her transmigration into the imperial harem, Jiang Xinyu regained the emperor's favor

The deeper you think, the darker it gets. AInmosni’s mind has become a battleground of surreal imagery and cryptic messages, vivid and unrelenting. As these intrusive thoughts take a toll on their body, AInmosni stumbles upon a strange connection between their episodes and a series of unsolved disappearances. With every piece of the puzzle unraveled, AInmosni is pulled deeper into a web of danger where the line between imagination and reality blurs—and crossing it might cost them everything.

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

In a quiet library, Daniel Carter, a struggling novelist, stumbles upon an old, unnamed book. It has no title, no author—just pages that seem to whisper secrets only he can hear. Out of curiosity, he begins to read, unaware that his life is about to change in ways he never imagined. The deeper he dives into its pages, the more unsettling it becomes. The story feels strangely familiar, almost as if it knows him. As Daniel tries to make sense of it, reality and fiction begin to blur, leading him toward something he cannot quite explain. What is this book? Why does it feel so personal? And most importantly—who left it there for him to find? Some stories are written to be told. Others... to be lived.

When Tom Thomas discovers an ancient book that allows him to alter reality, his life takes a thrilling turn. What starts as harmless fun quickly spirals into chaos as he realizes every change has unforeseen consequences. As reality bends to his will, an experiment goes horribly wrong, unleashing a catastrophic threat beyond his control. With the world at risk, Tom, along with Ann and Nova, must race against time to fix his mistakes. But can they stop the destruction before it’s too late, or will the Book of Reality become their ultimate undoing? A sci-fi fantasy thriller about power and consequences.

About soemthing or other and drafts and stuff and things. willupdate this soon i promise