Book Most Of Population Can No Longer Sleep

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.

With the end of the Olden War, the age of gods ends, leaving an endless abyss in its wake. As the machinations that have begun since the first world begin to approach their climax, a new generation takes the stage. A generation filled with scars of the past, and new potential becomes a storm, a wave of change to a stagnated world. Rozelle who had gone through blood and tears to build his empire suddenly lost it all entering a new world, strange events continued to occur as he made encounters with mysticism and even gods. The cover was drawn by @Noxienus

The World ended in fires and screams. Civilization fell, Entire Cities got wiped out. Survival is the only law left in a world filled with monsters. Ethan doesn't believe in miracles-only in bullets,blades and the will to live on. But when Ethan stumbles upon a frail girl who shouldn't have survived this long then everything changes. She knows something the monsters fear. And now Ethan has a choice- Either to stay the lone wolf that he has always been or be part of something bigger. Mercy is a weakness in a world where Gods are long dead. But maybe-just maybe there's hope, If He is willing to bleed for it.

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**

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?

Just a book of silly(mostly depressing) scribbles. It'll be gore and dark, read at your own risk:33

Death and Life is never ending cycle. Heroes fought hard to protect the people and world but they could not defeat the fate. Fate which bounds every soul and gods who decides fate of every being will be judged.

People smoke things to get high, but you can't be so high enough to see The Most High no matter how intoxicated you get! "For thou, LORD, art high above all the earth: thou art exalted far above all gods. Psalms 97:9"

Long Sleep is a sci-fi, teen love story set in a world where nothing is as it seems. Akari awakens from a long, mysterious slumber, only to find herself in an unfamiliar reality. With no memory of how she arrived, she embarks on an adventure with Andy, a soldier with secrets of his own. Together, they uncover shocking truths and explore a connection that defies time and reason. Prepare for an exhilarating journey filled with twists, danger, and romance as they uncover the truth behind her lost years.

The Book of Poetry is a collection of poems written by me about my lost love Nyla. For more information, Nyla is just an imagination of mine who is not alive nor dead. But I'm still waiting for her even though i know she won't come.

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

To keep it simple, and short, our protagonist was someone who couldn't use any magic in a world where everyone could. Until, an apple fell onto his head, and he remembered that he was a scientist in his previous life. To dismantle, analyze and synthesize is what he was known for, and exactly what he was going to do in this wonderful fantasy world where the laws of physics didn't matter. Bless be to the man who figured out the laws of magic instead. After all, what use is a fireball, when you can analyze, and dismantle it before it's even being cast?

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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.

Azrael, the embodiment of death and malice, walks a path of eternal torment, his immortality a curse that grants him the power to corrupt and destroy everything in his wake. Once a mortal, Azrael’s transformation into a being of pure darkness has made him an unstoppable force, capable of regenerating from any wound and reshaping reality itself. His ambition is boundless: he seeks to reshape the entire universe, to bend life and death to his will, and to rule all creation in his image. With the gods powerless to contain him, Azrael spreads his influence, erasing anyone who dares oppose him in his quest for absolute control. As his dark reign threatens to consume all, the gods must create a force capable of opposing Azrael’s relentless destruction. However, even they know that their creation will face an impossible task: to stop a being who has transcended death itself. The universe teeters on the brink of annihilation, and Azrael’s ambition to remake all of existence in his vision grows ever stronger. The fate of the cosmos now rests in the balance, as Azrael’s shadow stretches farther and farther across every realm

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

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In a world consumed by chaos, war, and corruption, where factions, criminal syndicates, countries, and religious groups battle endlessly for power, an unlikely hero emerges - Rushia, an innocent child with grand dreams of becoming a knight. Rushia's journey begins as a naive girl living in a small border town, obsessed with the romanticized tales of chivalry and heroism from her bedtime stories. While the world around her descends into darkness, her perspective remains pure and bright, driven by the simple desire to experience the adventurous life of a knight like the ones she admires. Unbeknownst to herself, Rushia's acts of kindness, selflessness, and bravery begin to shift the delicate balance of power in human society. Though she holds no noble intentions of protecting others, her name becomes legendary, inspiring awe and adoration in many, while instilling fear in her enemies. Despite the immense impact she has on the world stage, Rushia remains blissfully unaware of the weight she carries. In her mind, she is simply living out a grand and exciting quest, reveling in the thrill of adventure and the "coolness" of being a knight. As her renown grows and the chaos of the world rages on, Rushia's perspective never wavers from that of a wide-eyed child lost in a world of fantasy and innocence. She inadvertently becomes a beacon of hope and a symbol of courage, while maintaining a childlike glee in her perceived role as a storybook hero.

Desolate and alone, he journeys to the city of Bellken where he must learn everything. Through the following months he fights to survive, slowly uncovering everything around him with his wits alone. Time will not be on his side however, as the ever-changing world challenges him every day “Just how fast do I need to keep evolving?” He wonders to himself…

This is an original novel about the lives of the first philosophers up to the present day. The estimated number of chapters will be 200-300.

The story of a creature without memories whose mission is to awaken a woman who neither ages nor rots, but who never wakes up

“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…

This is the story of Alvin, a master of martial arts who transmigrated to a world called Celestia, filled with magic and mystery. Alvin also had a cheat called the Book of Eternal Balance inside his soul. This book is capable of collecting eternal points and turning them into insights or purchasing other type knowledge. In this new life, as soon as Alvin transmigrated, he was flabbergasted to see that, having lived as a "single dog" for about 10,000 years, he now had a cute three-year-old daughter in this world. Even before he could see his cute daughter, he came to know that his daughter was going to be used as a sacrificial offering by a group of bastards. Alvin’s anger shot to the heavens upon learning this. Without any hesitation, he picked up his sword and went on a killing spree. Magicians capable of calling down tsunamis and meteors from the sky were cut down like cabbages under his blade. Weapon masters who practiced the way of weapons were beaten black and blue by his fists or directly had their chests pierced by his blade on that day. From that day, the reputation of the Red Devil spread all across Celestia, scaring even true gods. But nobody knew that ultimate villain who they called the Red Devil was now lying in a small bed in a sorry state. There was also a three-year-old cutie slowly feeding him medicine spoon by spoon, with a worried look on her face. In a fit of anger, Alvin had forgotten the fact that he was not the unrivaled master he used to be in his previous life. His body completely collapsed as a result of using the powers from his previous life. .............. Thus, the story of Alvin began in the new world. Years later, he became the true god who could control every element in the world at his will. Coupled with his identity as a martial arts master, he became an existence no one in Celestia dared to provoke. "We are ready to submit to you. Please accept the throne of the supreme ruler of Celestia," all the true god-level magicians and warriors stood before Alvin with worship and respect in their eyes. But the young man before them waved his hands in dismissal. He pulled a beautiful woman who looked like a fairy into his arms and said dismissively, "Not interested. I’m going fishing with my wife. If you have any work to do, ask Elen for help. She’s usually sitting idly at home every day." At the side, Alvin’s daughter rolled her eyes at her father. "You’re saying it as though you’re busy all the time."

Xia Yu, in order to save her dying mother, was forced to be a replacement for her estranged twin sister. The contract lasts for a year. After that, she was not to look for them again in exchange for 1 million yuan. She had thought that it was only a contract marriage where she did not need to spend time with her brother in law. But fate had a different plan. Not only had he taken her as his wife but she got pregnant just when it was time for her to leave. “But this child is my love for you. So I will cherish her forever." Would her story end just like that? Or did she have different plans in life?

15 years ago, his elder brother was killed right in front of him in the middle of the night – killed by their most trusted driver. Since then, Stefan had a hard time sleeping and often got nightmares. He learned not to trust anyone. Cayenne worked almost all day and all night. She only got three hours of sleep every day. She was the breadwinner of their family since her mother was diagnosed with tuberculosis. She thought she would have a great time working as a receptionist in a hotel. Until… “I’ll pay you an additional $3000 a month. Sleep with me.” Stefan placed a signed check on the table in front of her. Her head was spinning at the large sum of money. She can finally buy her mother’s medication and send her brothers to school without worry. But to sleep with him? “I’m sorry if I come off rude but, I can’t sleep with you sir.” She tried to refuse politely, afraid that she will lose her job if he felt displease towards her. Stefan took off his coat and placed on the backrest of his chair. “Think about my offer carefully. It wasn’t so bad sleeping with you after all.” It was a mistake she made on her part when she fell asleep right beside him on his bed, drunk and dizzy. Will he make the mistake of trusting someone again? Will he entrust his life to her by sleeping soundly beside her? How will they face each other when they started to unveil the mystery of their identities? ***cover isn’t mine***edited by a friend***I don’t earn anything from this picture*** Original cover was taken from Mr Love: Queen's Choice Related videos and pictures can be seen in Koi to Producer: EVOL×LOVE