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Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

After waking up from a car accident, Qin Xue realized that she had traveled back to the 1980s, and what's even more shocking is that there's a ball in her belly. What the hell is going on? Can someone please explain this situation to her? Wasn't that handsome brother not fond of the original host? How come he turns out to be the father of the child?! Chu Molin: After returning from a mission, how did the house go from being a trash heap to being clean? And how did my willful, arrogant, and unreasonable wife suddenly turn into a gentle and lovely sheep? Also, what's the deal with that belly? Baby 2: Big brother, Dad and Mom are so silly. It seems like we were sent by Dad to top up their phone credits, right? Baby 1 responds with a hopeless look in his eyes! Welcome to join "Reborn Space: The Little Eighties Wife" group chat, group chat number: 947814976

When he failed to find his fated human mate after seven years of searching, alpha Damon decides to abduct seventy-five young women from all over the city who fit within his Luna’s age range and description, to have them trained for his selection. What starts off as a competition for the alpha’s heart quickly turns to a bloody game of survival. *** “What’s your name?” Damon asked, his voice clipped and cold. Though his eyes were narrowed, they were a bit mad around the edges. The blonde woman in front of him traced a red coated fingertip over his tattooed chest, all the way to his slightly exposed pelvis. She smacked her lips at the obvious bulge in his tight pants. “If you wanted a good time, why didn’t you just say so?” She threw a side long glance at the rest of the women cooped up in the cells, their fingers desperately grabbing the bars and yelling obscenities at the man who thought it was a good idea to abduct them for his personal reasons. “Why don’t we go somewhere private?” She added with a seductive wink. The alpha’s patience wore thin but he remained calm. “What.is.your.name?” He repeated with the slightest hint of annoyance. His eyes dipped to the card in her hand and she followed suit, smiling at the words on them; Luna 37. She rolled her eyes and tossed the paper aside. Did he seriously expect them to believe he was some alpha werewolf? Was that his play for getting laid? She scoffed at his silly roleplay antics. Werewolves were fictional but if that was what got him in the mood, she didn't mind playing along. He was definitely her type. “The name is Tyla Woodley…” He moved like a blur, snapping her neck like a twig. The other prisoners screamed at the top of their lungs as Tyla’s body thudded to the floor in a crumpled heap. Damon flexed his neck and arms before starting towards the cells. When he approached, all the women retreated, crying and screaming. He unlocked a cell and raked the women with his eyes. Shuffling forward, he yanked one out by the scruff of her neck. “NO! Cleo! Let her go!” A wide-eyed woman screamed from another cell, banging the bars violently. “Let her go, you monstrous cunt! Fuck you! You hear me? FUCK YOU, DAMON WAYNE!” He froze at the mention of his full name, and let go of the whimpering prisoner who crawled back into the open cell on all fours. Slowly, Damon advanced towards the rude woman’s cell but she didn’t back away like the others. She gripped the bars and spat in his face when he was standing in front of her. “Couldn’t find yourself a Luna, tough guy? No surprise there. The moon goddess must not have been able to bring herself to torture an innocent woman with the tragic fate of being your Luna.” Damon reined in the rage bubbling within him by gritting his teeth. This one wasn't as clueless as the dead one. “What is your name?” She knew he wanted her to mention the name on her card; Luna 91. He had just killed a prisoner who gave her actual name. However, he didn't hint at her card by looking at it. His eyes never left hers. She inhaled sharply. To hell with him. As long as her sister, Cleopatra, could remain safe long enough for them to figure out a way to escape from here, she didn't mind distracting the monster as long as she could. “Luna 91, Asshole!” He shot her a roguish grin. "Welcome to hell, Luna 91." He said before reaching beyond the bars and grabbing her neck amidst deafening screams.

The sky over Karvess was the color of rust. Thick, swirling dust clouds hung low over the scrap fields, coating everything in a layer of fine, red powder. Jagged heaps of broken metal stretched as far as the eye could see, the discarded bones of an age long past. Somewhere in the middle of it all, a boy named Grant sat atop a gutted transport hull, staring up at the vastness above. "Same old sky," he muttered, running a hand through his dirty blond hair. "Same old nothing." It had been six years since he'd been left to fend for himself, abandoned in this wasteland of shattered starships and forgotten tech. Six years of scraping by, salvaging parts to trade for food, dodging scavengers meaner and hungrier than he was. But today was different. Today, his life would change forever. A sharp hum filled the air, making the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His hands, buried in the exposed circuitry of a wrecked cockpit, tingled as the old display flickered to life. Then, a voice spoke. -System activated- Hello, user. I am the Star Navigator System. I am at your service. Grant froze. His heart hammered against his ribs. This wasn’t just any old ship AI. Star Navigators were rumored to be relics of the Pre-Imperial Era, capable of piloting ships faster and smarter than any modern system. This... this could be his way out. "Star Navigator System?" Grant echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. Then, a slow grin spread across his face. "Huh, maybe I can get into the Academy with this... Or even, create an army!" The screen pulsed with light, scanning him, assessing. Somewhere in its code, something shifted, acknowledging him as its new pilot. And just like that, Grant's future stretched wide before him—wider than the skies, wider than the stars themselves.

We've heard of the old zombie setting where there's suddenly, a disease, virus, bacteria, etc, causing all the people being infected to be turned into monsters Zombies!!? I've heard that everywhere I go, screams that would echo from my surroundings and growl coming from every turn I take In this apocalyptic world, the survivor of the fittest shall stand, along with heaps of undying monsters everywhere you look Meeting lots of people that will join you on your journey, a lover and your best friend that would support you in any way Kill that monster!?? Let's just skip all of that part and just about go to the end, also known as being bitten or dying in the hands of the people you trust Well for me, I became a zombie I don't know how but my consciousness is intact, im getting hunted down just because of my figure. To think that I became a zombie is one of the most hated things in this apocalyptic world im getting hunted by my previous kind

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

The Belfast kingdom was a small kingdom amidst other kingdoms, made up of rare-blood elves, who were ever scorned for their almost human like appearance and their limited mana reserves. Yet, they all lived a positive life, not blaming or cursing the humans, or the other demi humans. This is what Renard Belfast, the only child of the Belfast royal family, loved about the kingdom. No matter what, they all kept their smiles, shaping him into a compassionate soul, with dreams of a brighter future. However, the bright mood and innocent smiles were all suddenly tainted by blood, flames, and heaps of corpses when greed fueled armies sent by the neighbouring kingdom attacked, fueled by the greed of land and riches. Unable to fight back, the elves were obliterated, reducing their kingdom into ruins. Renard finds himself stuck under the protective arms of his mother, who had been stabbed from the back, and all he could hear is the screams of his kingdom, leaving him alone and vulnerable, shattering his heart. As hope faded from his eyes, a scavenger called Kael, drawn by the potential spoils of war, discovers him, and takes him under his wing to a distant kingdom, where he can find refuge and safety. He soon gets acclimatized to his new surroundings, as his new found family embraces him, soothing his young heart. But as soon as he buries his trauma, Kael's family is brutally murdered, all in front of him and Kael, igniting a dormant darkness within him. In that moment of darkness and despair, he becomes the chosen host of a Dark Sovereign, who offers him strength and abilities man could never attain, but at what cost? He struggles with the duality of his nature: The everlasting kindness taught by his kingdom, which now seemed too valuable to grant to humans, and the formidable darkness growing in him, granted by the Dark Sovereign. As he learns to harness his new found power, he sets out on two quests; to seek revenge on those who destroyed his family and to reclaim his fallen kingdom, a path full of thorns, blood, smiles, laughs, cries and happiness. His choices will have a heavy impact on his destiny and the world around him. Will he become an Angel; a beacon of hope.... Or will he become a Devil, a beacon of destruction and revenge? ****

Ke Jin transmigrated into an era where gaming was in utter chaos. Everyone here deeply believed in the notion of buying happiness with money, as game companies ran wild with various schemes to trick and force players to spend. As a game enthusiast from his past life, Ke Jin felt like he was in a world without sunlight. Luckily, he obtained the Free Game Production System! Players could get the ultimate reward of the "Complete Collection of All Game Design Schemes" without spending a single cent! Not spending money? How hard could that be? Heap on the benefits! Give away 50 consecutive draws during the summer heatwave! Give away 100 draws on the second day after the server opens! Due to the game reaching 50 daily active users, we are issuing a cool skin set originally priced at 999! The planner's niece just turned 17 years and three months plus 7 days old, so we're giving away 50,000 crystals! My sincerity is almost flooding the players. Surely nobody will spend now, right? Secretary: Mr. Ke, good news! Our newly launched game has just reached over a hundred million in daily transaction volume on its first day! Ke Jin: Huh? How is that good news... No, what about the other game? The one where we give full 100-99 discount vouchers upon starting, isn't its sales terrible? Looking puzzled, the secretary said while anticipating the boss's reaction: They've been shouting things like 'what a conscientious company' and 'if we don't spend, they'll go bankrupt,' so they just topped up. That game sold a whopping one hundred million copies globally. Congratulations on making a billion! "......" At 3:30 a.m., lying in bed, Ke Jin was wide awake, unable to sleep. He posted a status: Please, I beg you, stop spending. You guys are really making it hard for me... Player: Understood, Mr. Ke is hinting life is hard, brothers, let's step up! Charge it!

Kairos was a slave, a forgotten fragment in a world ruled by god-like Sovereigns who built their thrones on the destruction of countless realms. Betrayed and cast into the Fractured Abyss, the graveyard of shattered dimensions, his fate seemed sealed. But the Abyss doesn’t just consume—it transforms. When Kairos bonds with the Fragmentation Core, a forbidden artifact of unimaginable power, he gains the ability to harness the broken laws of reality itself. With each step, he rises stronger, fueled by vengeance and an unyielding ambition to tear down the Sovereigns who condemned him. In a multiverse where the powerful rewrite the rules, Kairos will carve his own path. No gods. No masters. Only the will to shatter thrones and build his own. The Sovereigns thought the Abyss was their trash heap. They never imagined what could rise from the fragments.

My gaze fell on a slender mortal girl with short dark hair and glowing brown eyes. She looked like she was about to cry, and soon enough, she began sobbing. I glanced at the heaps of bodies around her—were they her companions? Why was she crying? This was war, and their fate was sealed the moment they entered my domain. I tilted my head, resting it on my hand as I studied her. There was something different about her, something I couldn’t quite figure out. Why did I feel a flicker of pain, an emotion, from my pitch-black heart? It shouldn’t be possible—my heart was dead. I was sure of that. Yet, she walked toward my castle, forcing herself closer with each step. Her foundation was weak, far weaker than the knights I had just slain. I channeled my cosmic bolt, aimed to kill, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I tried, but she kept moving forward, weeping uncontrollably. The ache inside me grew as she finally reached me, collapsing and embracing me, her cries so loud they seemed to echo in my soul. I was frozen, unsure of what to do. Emotions I thought long dead came crashing back. She sniffled and cried out, “Come home, big brother. Please come home with me.” She cuddled closer, and a warmth spread through me. I felt a warm liquid on my cheeks—tears. I realized I was crying. “Please, big brother, let’s go home,”

Orphaned and disabled, Li Hua rose up through her hellish childhood years to soar into the skies of success. She takes fate by the horns and crushes it to make her own fate. This journey includes scenic tours of face-slapping, good old revenge, and heaps of "Damn, she's cool."

Alexander was someone you may call a maniac. When people ignore bullies or maybe get bullied by them, he loves to offer them a UNO Reverse card. He would bully them. Then he somehow transmigrated into the cultivation world, where bullies exist at all types and all levels of society. Here he was taken off the morality shackles he had on Earth. Here he can bathe in the thrill of freedom to the extreme. But every story starts with some problem and this is about the previous transmigrator of the body he is currently in. Yes... "Transmigrator". The previous host of the body was a transmigrator who got transmigrated into this body but is a f**cking moron. The previous one, Jiang Hao, was a hermit. He was a coward. He would cultivate in secret and never show his powers to the world and would even let a weakling slander him. But he will tell himself that the world is dangerous and it's better to avoid trouble. But... he died. And he didn't even know how he died. But Alexander finds out that this man has been sitting on a gold mine that can make him powerful beyond belief. His system, when exploited by the loopholes, is so overwhelmingly powerful that it can answer any and all questions a person has. ------------ Original Novel: CULTIVATING IN SECRET BESIDE A DEMONESS. You.... yes you.... you know how painful it is right? ------------ When someone has been on WebNovel for some time and has read all the good novels there are, they will start to read garbage-level cultivation novels. I too am such a poor Daoist. After wandering in the heaps and heaps of garbage cultivation novels, I accidentally read a poison and felt like my brain cells were screaming at me in my mother tongue, to stop reading and just.... let go. And I did let go, but the amount of garbage written in that novel got to me every night, and I couldn't hold it in anymore and decided to write a novel, about how I would react if I had all the powers that piece of **** had. This is the result. A novel written to vent my soul out. ----------- This is a weak to strong type novel but the MC will not be a weak will individual, even in the first chapters. So there won't be any character development where the MC will go through troubles and harden his resolve. He was born a Chad. Period.

Welcome to the enigmatic tale of Reinhart Glast, a warrior wrapped in a hard hat, hit by a storm of misfortune in his prime years. Threatened by Parkinson's Disease, his world crumbles into a heap of depression, pushing him to the edge of despair. As he contemplates death, life serves him a bittersweet twist - instead of oblivion, Reinhart's existence is whisked away to another realm, where he is plated as... an instant dinner? Fork your way through the unfathomable world of Fallenia, a simmering cauldron across dimensions, where the air stirs with magical energy known as Mana, and humanoid dragons, the Dralkons, color the sky. At the heart of this world lies the Roost of Grammel, where Queen Maze sits on the overheated throne, ensnared in a whirlwind of conspiracy and strife. With her kingdom on the razor's edge of chaos, the heat of politics blisters relentlessly. In the spice-ridden milieu of Maze's royal tribulations, our unlikely hero Reinhart appears, struggling to digest his peculiar fate. Their paths merge in an unusual mélange of destiny and dire need, as they bite into the thick crust of Fallenia's challenges. The epic adventure of this duo cooks up the central plot of our story, as they navigate the cauldron of deception, whip up alliances, and serve their enemies with defeat. "Transmigrated as a Magic Dinner with a Bonus!" invites you to a banquet of emotions steeped in serendipity, marinated in unpredictability, and peppered with danger. Side servings of robust courage and simmering hope accompany magical entrées, all garnished with a dose of humor that refreshes the narrative platter. It’s more than just a saga — it’s a lavish buffet for your imagination. Hold your spoon of anticipation and dive in, but be forewarned: this is a sizzling tale, likely to set your excitement aflame and tantalize your literary palate. Enjoy your meal!

Follow Ethan on his path to success as he receives a second chance at life. A story about an overweight parttime worker who gets another shot at life and vows to live life to the fullest. Wealth, Women, Power - He will take it all

Izayoi and Akiza have the worst possible opinions of each other, even after living together for two years. He thinks she's a selfish brat, she believes he's a perverted slacker. The animosity has reached a breaking point and Akiza wants to move out. Time apart sounds ideal until they both start experiencing strange dreams. In these fantasies, they're the wrong bodies! The events of their dreams threaten to spill out into the real world, causing havoc in their lives as they try to work out what is happening to them, what powers are causing it and more importantly, how they can use it to get back to normal. It's gonna take a good long journey, loads of comedy, some heart, heaps of character development, a bucket of hi-jinks and a ton of gender bending tropes to get to the bottom of what's gotten on. ********************************** If you can't wait to find out what happens next, you can grab Volume 1 for just $5.99 Amazon -- https://amz.run/6hjR Smashwords -- https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1367118

"This is all wrong, this is the time I'm scared of," Abigail said as she stared at her husband sleeping on the bed. She couldn't hold the heartbreak longer and she fell to the floor in a disheveled heap as her grief poured out in a flood of uncontrollable tears. They've been married for two years but Noah still hasn't been able to introduce her to his family and the public. Noah was a billionaire and he's really famous. He's rich, he had everything, but … he couldn't be a good husband to Abigail. Abigail was his wife, but it seemed like she wasn't. A great sob escaped her, and she covered her face with shaking hands. "Abi? What's wrong?" a cold voice he heard from before him. As she raised her head she saw him. "This is all wrong, Noah." "What do you mean?" "I … When will I remain your hidden wife?" She sniffled, "I … I am your wife, Noah. So, please treat me like one." THE BILLIONAIRE'S HIDDEN WIFE (TBHW) All Rights Reserved.

Seventeen-year-old Jason Davis, Jr. is in a huge heap of trouble when his parents as well as the parents of Hera Nguyen find out that he's been bullying her to an unacceptable extent. Now he has to date her in order to change and redeem himself. And even though he doesn't like the idea of being with the girl he had bullied for years, he has no choice. And after a few dates as a couple, Jason and Hera slowly find that they actually have a lot in common. But will this end in a happily ever after for them? Find out in the new anti bullying romantic comedy, Mismatched!

Josef awakens in a bubbling goo-sac only to learn he has 164 hours to live – at least, that’s the longest record for a goo-drinker reborn at the underfunded Ba’ha Grotto outpost. Forced to flee or be instructed towards his death, Josef must learn to live and survive in the strange and wondrous world known as The Lush Heap. Along the way, he’ll meet a stupendous cast of heroes, quasi-heroes, and nomadic woebegones, each angling to discern the secrets of The Gentle Void. He’ll uncover magical sects and pathways, kingdoms visible and invisible, and the strange powers brought by the conjoined worlds. For fans of fantasy with a light touch the bizarre and a good helping of world-building.

Thomas and his best friend Kevin were the top players of Holy Arc Online, one of the hardest MMORPGs in the world, and also one of the worst-rated MMOs of all time. They had both embraced the challenge it provided and had finally, after years of dedication, beat the final boss of the game. However, all wasn't as it seemed. Welcome to the game, Genesis. System Integration shall now begin. With the dawning of the apocalypse, so to comes the collapse of society. How will Thomas and his friends react to the world crashing around them? Will they be able to carve their own home in this new, and dangerous reality? And will Thoams be able to fulfill the obligations heaped upon him by the gods themselves?

17-year-old Amelie Williams is an African American smart witted and humorous bookworm who is constantly bullied by the popular kids that make up 80% of the school's body. Struggling in an orphanage where no one cares, Amelie is on her own. One day she finds an enchanted book that carries her to the distant future. But the future isn't what she thought it would be. Aliens, invasions and a heap of confusing situations join Amelie on... a ride in the future.

Wealth. Fame. Authority. Power! For those brave enough to step onto the road to divinity to traverse the nine realms, all these and more are within reach, provided they have the luck, skill- "Wait, wait wait, What? The road to divinity is closed man, that's not what the story's about. Oh whoa, I get my words in quotes in the synopsis? Cozy." ...True. Then something more like.. In a city nearly consumed by anarchy, a piece of a treasure map left behind by a master thief silently vanishes from within a locked safe- "Nope." A mysterious stranger offers passage out of a dying realm to whoever wins an exceptionally dangerous race- "Stop, stop, I mean, yeah that happens, but you're doing it all wrong, my guy." Ok, then what do you suggest? "It's an action story." Sure. "The people came here for one thing:" ...Acti-? "BULLETS." Um, "So we give them Bullet points in the synopsis." There's not actually an option for bullet points on the websi- * Gun toting gnomes: CHECK * Gum chewing succubi: CHECK * Speech impediments: CHECK * Black Holes: CHECK * Skyships: CHECK * Gods: CHECK * Snails: CHECK * Teenagers: CHECK * Gas masks: CHECK * "You're courting death!": CHECK * Frog beastmen blood mages with off brand batmobiles: CHECK * The meaning of family: CHECK * Racist middle aged women: CHECK * Child abuse: CHECK * The apocalypse: CHECK * Literal waterfalls of bullet casings ejected from hot, steamy guns (in your area, sign up now!): CHECK * Some chick named Holliday: CHECK * Swearing in at least three(3) languages (build your vocabulary!): CHECK * Existential dread: CHECK * Heroes of destiny: CHECK * A flying motorcycle that can rewrite the laws of nature and ignore causality: CHECK * A good old heaping scoop of violence: CHECK "And that's just what we got in the first realm. We got a whole eight more to go! So suck your thumb and stick it in an electrical outlet baby, this is GATTICAN DRIVE!" A dark comedy/ action epic set in a science fantasy world about a reality-altering motorcycle and its riders, narrated by a cynical, irresponsible, immature and petty disembodied voice that’s more interested in turning the whole thing into a slice of life than in any of the plot I described above. Updates... when I stop freaking out about editing and avoiding plotholes. The narrator’s whims will inevitably cause the story to follow a giant, diverse cast, so romance and sexual content, if there ever is any, will probably involve LGBT+ characters as often as straight characters. Content can range from laughably happy go lucky to cry yourself to sleep tragic. This story is set in the same universe as my other story, Death Quest.

"Life sucks, but you just keep on living."  Taylor had lived by those words since the day they were born, and planned to live by them till the day they died. A latent talent for the arcane, yet the only thing to show for it were a set of petty street tricks that would dance them into the grave. Yet after a tragic night, followed by a fateful encounter, their life will never be the same again. But no one can survive forever at the bottom of the scrapheap. It's never to late to stop trying to survive, and start trying to live.   ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- What to expect : - Grammatically accurate writing  - A uniquely built magic system and world  - A steady, but not daily upload schedule   - Good old fashion tension  Also published on other sites fr 

There was once a boy with a lot of free time who as he was sooooo bored decided to sit in front of the computer, he opened word and let his imagination flow while moving his fingers over the keys and when he finished he said "and if I publish it?" and this is how he became a writer for half (almost, a lie only when something occurs to him) time.

【Thrilling Must-Read for Thousands】 A mischievous village boy, Jiang Xiaobai, accidentally activated the dragon pendant that had been hidden in his family's legacy, thus changing his destiny against all odds. He farmed land, raised fish and shrimp, earned heaps of gold daily, amassed wealth across the Four Seas, and built a business empire; he practiced Ancient Skill, crafted Spirit Pills, punished the wicked and promoted the good, cured diseases, and saved lives, earning countless praises. The Supreme Divine Farmer, unparalleled in this world.

Tang Yu transmigrated into an urban world where he became a godly rich heir, playing the role of the villain. Every time he survived a plot, he would receive a reward! He resolved to live a life of opulence until the very end! To begin with, one should initiate the divorce before encountering the Dragon King, thus avoiding being slain by him! To his surprise, everyone was portraying him as an enemy, determined to heap upon him hatred.

Scott ends up in a whole heap of trouble when he puts himself and the whole pack in danger trying to protect a rogue, so to protect the pack all he has to do is get rid of the rogue, simple, right?

what would you do if you were kidnaped sold and then fell in love with the person responsible for your misery? well this is what happened to Anny a young woman who was sold to a mofia leader with a violent temper and a hall heap of crazy ex-lovers.

The most coveted Colleges in Tyr’s empire all fall under the rule of a secretive community. All great athletes, politicians, writers and scientists attended here. Without a legacy or heaps of money, there is only one way in.

Running away from bullies, Peng Hu accidentally got himself trapped in a dark alley. With nowhere to run, Peng Hu was prepared to take a beating. Suddenly, a heap of trash fell from the sky onto Peng Hu, knocking him out. Feeling a sharp object on his throat, Peng Hu slowly wakes up and realizes he is in another world. "Who are you!?" "Please don't harm me! I'm just... a humble person! " This is a tale of how Peng Hu becomes the person he wants to be.

A true billionaire is someone who has made it to the top of the financial heap. They've got everything they could ever want, and yet they're still lonely. This is a story about the emptiness of having everything. It's a tale about the futility of amassing great wealth.