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"We would be nothing without someone controlling us, wouldn't we?" Charles asked, his voice carried away by the wind that was slowly raising. "Guess we're lucky enough to never find that out" Charles Diaz is the perfect soldier. Silent, lethal, obedient. To the League, he is a "Ghost," a weapon that asks no questions and leaves no trace. He lives to carry out orders, until a shadow from the past returns to darken the present. Ernesh is pure chaos. A crime boss whose influence spreads like a virus through the streets of the New York. Crazy, unpredictable, and, above all, the only case the League has never been able to close. Following a mission that ended up in a disaster, Charles finds himself stuck in a deadly alliance with the very man he was supposed to eliminate. But his proximity to Ernesh triggers an unexpected tension, a morbid bond made up of provocations, glances in the shadows, and a strange, twisted mutual understanding. Ernesh is the only one who seems to know Charles' true nature, the only one capable of shaking the emptiness in his chest. Between high-risk infiltrations and betrayals, Charles finds himself walking a tightrope: will he remain a puppet in the hands of the League, or will he be the one to put an end to it all?

Rio de Janeiro, 2952. In the rubble of a dead city, researchers find a domestic robot with fragmented memories of decades of collapse. Through its recordings, a disturbing truth emerges: the end didn't come all at once. It came slowly. Pill by pill. Wall by wall. Silence by silence. Between screens that replaced windows and flowers that grow where they shouldn't, a family disintegrates while the world crumbles. But the robot saw something the researchers don't yet understand-something about the drug called "flower," about the walls that became communities, about the day when everyone stopped recognizing each other. Some memories shouldn't be recovered.

IMPORTANT **This story is fanfiction. The One Piece characters and the Genv concept from The Boys do not belong to me. Only the character named "V" belongs to me. This clarification is necessary to prevent my story from being deleted.** Created by the World Government with the objective of imposing absolute order, he escapes before fulfilling his purpose and begins to travel the world trying to understand humanity, not to save it nor destroy it. The protagonist obtains powers similar to those of Homelander, but much stronger. Gen V depends on the base; for example, Homelander, being human, obtained enough strength to lift an airplane. V, on the other hand, possesses a much more powerful artificial DNA, created from the strongest beings in the world. Because of this, when he reaches adulthood, his power could reach a planetary scale, even close to that of a small solar system. Due to that potential, V is "nerfed" so that he does not destroy the world in five chapters. Even so, he retains the possibility of becoming the strongest creature that has ever existed. V lives with the objective of achieving immortality in order to understand humanity.

In a world suffocated by perpetual smoke, where the blue of the sky exists only in forbidden photographs and what remains of the planet agonizes under layers of pollution and lies, a seven-year-old girl holds in her eyes something everyone believed lost: hope. Alicia grows up between shadows and secrets. Her mother carries two lives imprisoned in her gaze. Her father is only a vague memory, perhaps manipulated, perhaps real. And the Writings - the only permitted truth - dictate what can be said, thought, remembered. But Alicia knows too much for her age. She knows what mustn't be spoken. She knows that some questions are dangerous. And even so, she continues pointing to the dark sky, asking: "What do you think it was like?" Between toxic fogs that swallow everything like sticky fingers, fragments of a forbidden past, and the suffocating awareness that every word matters, Alicia must discover what really happened to the planet - and to the people who once dared to tell the truth. But in a world where even innocence can be manipulated, can a small child challenge the system that imprisons humanity? A visceral and thrilling dystopia that will leave you breathless. If you love stories of survival, silent resistance, and characters who carry the weight of the world on their shoulders, prepare to dive into a dark universe where each chapter reveals one more layer of mystery - and danger.

En un Lugar Oscuro, se encuentra el Coronel, pagando por una promesa que no cumplió a su pueblo, libertad. Promesa que lo sigue en todo momento y lo obliga a seguir. Que paso con su promesa? Que hizo al Coronel, Sam, estar en esta situación?

Lailah did not know the mess she was entering when she agreed to be part of that information steal, which just seemed to be one of many more. Rebecca, on the other hand, did not see the time of the military period of fifty years in the space of its husband finally to finish and then return to its house and its children. Dipper, as usual, was running around with another coiled cop case and cursing his boss over it. In addition, he is persecuted for his past and hurts. Nothing that cannot be treated with a good dose of whiskey in old General Shell's bar. Understand the motives of the mysterious Gastain that led him to devise an ingenious plan of revenge against the primordial homes that betrayed his family. Be in solidarity with Maureen and Margareth, these strong women, who despite the horrors they have gone through, have plenty of strength to live and hope for the future. Time and space are decisive factors in understanding the nuances of this book. Revenge, survival, degeneracy, the boundaries between the human and the nonhuman blend into a spiral of technology, religiosity, repentance and prejudice. Be a detective and discover the mysteries that intertwine the various narratives and lives in this book.

Nel futuro, l'istruzione è diventata un incubo senza fine. Migliaia di studenti vivono intrappolati in un labirinto di edifici scolastici che si estendono per chilometri, in un sistema dove i professori sono simulacri senza volto e i corsi non terminano mai. Il diploma è una promessa irraggiungibile, il mondo del lavoro una favola raccontata per mantenere l'illusione. Fuori dalle mura scolastiche sembra non esserci nulla: negozi, parchi e perfino la natura potrebbero essere soltanto proiezioni. Ma cosa accadrebbe se uno studente iniziasse a dubitare dell'esistenza stessa della realtà? Un romanzo distopico che esplora il confine tra educazione e controllo, tra sogno e prigionia, tra la libertà e l'eterno inganno.

A gripping adventure full of twists and turns that leaves you breathless with every page. It all begins in Africa with unusual animal behavior, then the action moves to the scene of a diplomatic intrigue involving the American ambassador in Rome, until little by little everything begins to intertwine inextricably, creating an intricate and exciting plot that will lead to unimaginable revelations... Fantasy? Reality? Could it really happen...? If you are faint of heart, this book is not for you, but if you thrive on adrenaline, then...enjoy the read.

In un mondo distopico, un uomo dovrà lottare per ritrovare ciò che gli è stato sotratto

Dystopic Fiction about a World overrun by an unknown Species that became the Apex predator of the world. When the main character gets kicked out of the underground sanctuary the human population has made to hide from these creatures she has to make her way not knowing anything about life above. she faces many hardships and makes difficult decisions. Well she make it to the safe haven island that everyone believed to be a myth? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~this is an original story please do not copy. Please note this is also my first story so go easy on me. i'll try to post often enough please let me know of any grammatical mistakes just don't be mean about it. i thought of this story a while back and i felt i should actually start writing it now. if you do read it i hope you enjoy.

Close your eyes. Imagine a world where the modern technologies have made possible the creation of hybrids between humans and animals to serve people and replace them in factories and farms: the Hybreeds. In the meantime, everything is covered by cities and industries and all animals and plants are endangered. Now open your eyes. We're not in another dimension: this is our world. This is our destiny. Planet Earth, year 2128.

Shadow, the eldest daughter of Shadow Pack's Alpha, Shark, is ready to become Alpha and let her father retire to the senior den. But Shredder, Shadow's brother, has been lying to Shadow and tries to overthrow her. After Shadow's "suicide" Shredder becomes Alpha and Shadow joins Shadow Pack's enemy.

Dopo l'improvvisa morte dei genitori, tutto per Sophie cambiò. Senza nemmeno avere il tempo di rendersi effettivamente conto della perdita subita, la ragazza con gli occhi di colori differenti, si ritrovò catapultata in un mondo all'interno del quale le persone vengono classificate. Queste, vengono classificate in base al segno zodiacale.

Un gruppo di ragazzi si ritrova coinvolto in un processo mondiale di ricreazione. La perdita della memoria e delle emozioni, la creazione di qualcosa di nuovo, sconosciuto, a scopi scientifici e dominanti. Qualcosa di oscuro, potente e minaccioso. Un gioco di menti, singolare e letale.

Introduction Imagine a future where the most precious commodity isn't money or gold, nor power, but the very essence of who you are: your memory. Welcome to Dome XIII, a dystopian metropolis where every fragment of life, every emotion, every experience is encoded and archived in neural diaries, the Scriptum. Here, memory is the new currency, the very breath of the economy. Those who possess it hold power. Those who lose it... vanish into oblivion. In this hive of rogue artificial intelligences, obsessive clubs, and liquid architectures, every transaction is an exchange of identity. Do you desire unattainable luxury? An emotion you've never felt? The price is always the same: a memory. But you cannot choose what to forget. Every payment with memory is a blind ritual, a leap into the void. The machine extracts randomly, and it's not always an insignificant detail. The price is unknown until the very end, but once paid... it's forever. Every individual in Dome XIII has a Scriptum, a Neural Diary that records every lived and internalized experience. It is a sacred-technological object, an inseparable extension of the mind and identity. Without it, one is nothing; the collapse of identity is total: those deprived of it become Nameless, sentient but disoriented, fragmented creatures, starved for meaning and self, destined to ramble in the void of the city's shadow zones, sometimes degenerating into something less than human. The elites and powerful Megacorporations feed on the memories of others, acquiring them in a parasitic capitalist race. Artists sell pieces of their memory to create immortal works. The masses slowly bleed themselves dry, selling their past to live illusions they won't remember. Every choice costs a piece of you. And the bill always comes due. Dome XIII is a world where identity is a luxury, memory is a commodity, and one's name... is the last defense against nothingness. "Who are you, if you don't remember yourself?"

in un mondo distopico dei ragazzi si ritrovano in un continente sconosciuto contemporaneo al loro

O mundo acabou e Gerald estava ocupado demais no banheiro.

Vivendo em um mundo que o governo considera "perfeito" três cidadãos começam a desconfiar dessa perfeição, e ainda desafiá la. Leonard um cara normal que não questiona o governo um dia encontra Kristy uma jovem com ideias revolucionarias, e, Max um cientista do governo tenta ajuda-los após descobrir um terrível plano. Pois nada nesse mundo pode ser perfeito além da liberdade que o mundo imperfeito oferece.

As an ongoing work conceived with no rigid form or rule over content, many subjects receive treatment in widely varying voices and styles. To go with a lot of the unstructured free verse, there are even a few pseudo-rap or hip-hop styled pieces, probably most prominent in 'Hand and Heart Never Part' with a few more in process soon to come. It should be noted, the pieces you find here may reflect a viewpoint the author may not agree with any more than you do as a reader, so if you're not inclined to critical thinking, or taking a different -- even disgusting -- perspective as you suspend your disbelief, some of these may offend you. If you're confused on a read, however, that could simply be the writing; you're completely off the hook for that. Crit me on it if that's the case. But, if you're moved, if you're in some way stimulated, even if you're simply bored, please take the time to write a brief comment, share a link to a work you have done or you know reflects another perspective, perhaps one you feel less ashamed to have immersed yourself in, or that you feel better captures your sense of the subject, or a facet of it. So far, as of this writing, there is not a single soliloquy to be found, but arcane language, experiments with meter and rhyme, and more, are all fair game here. As hinted at, you may need to have a strong constitution to read this; what's intermittently embalmed here has so far run afoul of the affirmational. Maybe that has to do with the general air of distopia in media today all writers and creators must grapple with... Decide for yourself where these glittering shards and smouldering embers belong.