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Zhou Rui had just turned 20 when his life took an unexpected turn. He was hit by a truck one day. Just as he was convinced he was about to die, something strange happened. Instead of waking up in the afterlife, he opened his eyes as a baby. Later, he learn he had reborn as Lumien Ofnir, the youngest son of a baron. As Lumien grew up, he realized this world was nothing like Earth. Magic was real, and creatures like goblins, orcs, dragons, titans, and other mythical creatures were part of everyday life. Fortunately, in this dangerous world, Lumien received another blessing. It was a system. Follow Lumien's journey as he begins to explore this new world with the support of a Harem System. The mysterious cheat that allows him to copy and develop the magical powers of any woman he has slept with. [Author’s Note: The earlier chapters might feel slow and boring, but I promise it’ll all be worth it once the pace picks up.] ============= Daily Quest: Ejaculate: 0/3 time Reward: 1 Stat Point "What in the actual hell?!" the baby Lumien Ofnir wanted to scream, but what came out of his mouth was a garbled, "Googoogaga?!"

What if you were given a second chance at life—but swore off love forever? Mizuki Wolfe, the celebrated author of Last Moon, stunned the world when she abruptly ended her decade-long engagement to childhood sweetheart Pablo Rossi. But what truly turned heads? She happily played matchmaker, steering her billionaire ex into the arms of another woman. Why? That’s the question no one dared to ask. Unbeknownst to the world, Mizuki has lived this life before. In her first life, she chose love, only to discover it was an illusion—leaving her shattered and full of regrets until her dying breath. This time, reborn and wiser, Mizuki has made a promise: no more illusions, no more fairy tales, and definitely, no more romance. Then came K. A sultry-voiced rockstar with mismatched eyes of gold and blue, K has millions of fans swooning and an unshakable belief in destiny. For years, he’s been searching for his other half—the one who would finally complete him. The moment he sees Mizuki, he knows: it’s her. But Mizuki isn’t interested in love, and K isn’t interested in giving up. In a battle of cynicism and fate, will Mizuki’s walls crumble, or will K learn that even destined love requires more than belief to survive? A story of second chances, soulmates, and the courage to let your heart believe again. ---------------------------------------------- “Miss Mizuki,” he greeted, his voice deep and smooth, the kind of voice that belonged in an expensive whiskey commercial—or better yet, a lover’s whisper. Mizuki blinked. Then again. Her mouth opened to respond, but what emerged was less “hello” and more “garbled wheeze.” Lizbeth, her ever-loyal assistant, jabbed her sharply in the ribs. “Hey,” she whispered, her tone sly, “I think the leading man just fell in love with you at first sight.” “Shh!” Mizuki hissed, her face heating up. She tried to regain her footing, figuratively and literally, but managed only to trip over her own feet. She lurched forward, arms flailing in what she hoped looked like an intentional movement. Hizuki, lightning-quick, caught her before disaster struck. His hands were firm yet gentle as they steadied her. Up close, those stunning eyes were even more hypnotic, and the faint scent of cedar and rain seemed to linger around him. “Are you all right?” he asked, his lips quirking into a smile that somehow managed to be both kind and devastatingly alluring. Mizuki’s brain short-circuited. She realized she was still clutching his arms and yanked herself back so fast she almost stumbled again. Lizbeth leaned closer, whispering gleefully, “You okay? Your heart’s racing.” “I want to run,” Mizuki muttered, barely moving her lips. “What?” Lizbeth asked, her grin widening. “I want to run,” Mizuki repeated in a fierce whisper. “Far away. To another country, maybe.” Lizbeth snickered. “Flight at first sight, huh?” “Yes!” Mizuki hissed, shooting a panicked glance at Hizuki, who was still watching her like she was the only thing worth noticing in the entire room. His gaze was so warm, so intense, it could have melted steel—and definitely her composure. She shot a look at Lizbeth, who was no help at all, and then at the nearest exit. She was already planning her escape. Update Schedule: Start February 14, 2024 Update: daily at midnight follow me on IG: @schreient_rui Like the story? gimme coffee :D https://ko-fi.com/schreient

Creole For The Soul My father became sick with an autoimmune condition last April, 2020 in the first wave of the pandemic hitting our Black community in the MidWest. As the ambulance drivers took him away, little did I know that would be the last time I would see him as his Caregiver/daughter for over a month. Later that afternoon in calling the hospital I found I was refused visitation. Everyone was refused visitation due to raging Covid-19 hospitalizations in our community. I was stunned. Me, a retired medical social worker has always been at my father's side for the last 15 years. Image-2.jpg As time went on, I didn't hear from a doctor for 12 days, nurse contact was sporadic. I heard from a nurse that my father had contracted Covid-19 at the hospital 3 days after he went in. I badgered, cajoled the hospital social worker to see him to no avail. My father was too weak to handle a phone, but I did have 1 conversation after 15 days. He was despondent worried about me and why I wasn't there. I had to tell him about the hospital's no visitation policy. No one had told him! He was relieved I was okay. All I could do was cry. Dad got placed in a nursing home briefly that had a Covid-19 unit to help with patients who were too weak to go home. (No visitation of course). Then back to the hospital again to go into hospice. I got a call after a week in hospice that they were planning to move my father back to the nursing home because he hadn't died. The nurse persuaded me to come in as visitation was available because the unit had extra PPE's for family to wear. My boyfriend and I grabbed the chance. We spent 1 1/2 hour with Dad, talking, saying prayers. My father upon hearing my boyfriend's voice, in a slightly morphine drugged stupor looked at me then him, and spoke for the first time in 2 weeks. It was garbled, but it seemed important to him. After about a minute, my father relaxed and slept. He died the next day. The city lost his body for 3 torturous weeks later. I thought I would lose my mind. Thankfully my boyfriend and friends kept me from being a stark raving lunatic then. Once I got his body identified and cremated (funeral homes were Leary if Covid 19 victims and way overcrowded then) I relaxed. The owner of the city facility noticed my French last name - being Creole. He was from Louisiana and missed good gumbo recipes. I offered to text him a couple of family recipes. Delighted, he put 3 people to work to find Dad's body. It worked! I think my father, a master gumbo maker, who have chuckled over the Where's Waldo search for his body - and that gumbo recipes got him found! I miss his dry, sardonic humor and smile. The guilt over not bring able to visit him during his hospitalization haunts me a year later. My art got me through all of this - drawing everyday my feelings of loss that I could not express to my father. Author and writer name :- priyanshu Chicago Priyanshu

As Luna goes out to do her job, she is suddenly unconscious. Luna wakes up to a familiar yet unfamiliar kidnapper. Paranoia really isn't good for the psyche.

This is a story about a dragon named Targon who has returned to his home after a journey of self discovery and training in the human world to unify his people and to defeat an evil that has been in hiding for a long time.

This is a fanfiction between Twilight Sparkle and Tempest Shadow. This takes place in an alternate universe from the MLP universe shown on tv, Netflix, etc. This is my fanfiction between the two ponies and this is my original idea that starts out at the end of the friendship festival at the end of the MLP movie.

Updates Randomly A gamble, which took a turn for the worst, ended tragically. Now given a 2nd chance, our MC will follow the story of MLP. Risking herself for both rewards, and her friends. TIPSTER: a person who gives tips, especially about the likely winner of a race or contest, and especially for a fee.

A mild autistic human MLP fan named Charlie Carvette Equestrian is the future grandson of Carvette, the legendary Humacorn who banished the Storm King to the south of Equestria. The retired princesses Celestia and Luna came to his world to help Charlie become the next Humacorn and restore Ancient Equestria from the Storm Queen with the Mane 5. Based on Charlie's life and dreams.

This is a mashup of everything us humans have created, from Warhammer, to MLP. so if your interested in anything, please come and read. I just hope to enlighten others, so they may have a laugh, or be suspended by horror@

2245 AD It wasn't supposed to end this way. Captain Jack Mallory of the United Earth Marine Corps is wasting away on a space station in the middle of nowhere, the furthest he and his recon squad could possibly be from the fighting on Alpha Centauri. Under investigation, all he and his three men can do is wait, until an admiral appears with new orders, and the recording of a garbled transmission. "Echo-two, Echo-two..." The UES Saturnus is an experimental starship that has just set out on its maiden voyage. An enigmatic race known as the Edra has objected to the Saturnus and its experimental equipment. Earth has ignored their protests. "...this is Zulu-two-three... requesting assistance." Mallory and his men are the only ones close enough to deal with an extremely sensitive situation. "... Saturnus is compromised. Edra commandos are pushing... bridge is... secure. Captain... won't cease experiment... psychosis. Entire crew... affected." There are just two problems. First, the voice on the recording is Mallory's. Second, the transmission is time coded; it hasn't been sent yet. The Saturnus is not damaged. Not yet. Soon, it will be. The Saturnus is top secret for one very good reason, a reason which has forced the hand of the Edra. The Saturnus can travel through time.