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❝𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞.. 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.❞ 𝐀 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐲.. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 "𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲.. 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐬, 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧." 𝐈 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤. 𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦. . . . Z'airee was a caretaker at a old people's home and he took care of many patients. The only thing was that it happened to be one of the few nursing in homes in NYC. So many patients wounded up from the hood where many of the patients were from different gangs. Z'airee wasn't supposed to have favorites but he always had this particular one.. Mr. Sinaloa. Heaven was a drug dealer who visited his grandpa, Tyreek Sinaloa everyday. His grandpa was everything that his parents wasn't to him. The trenches of New York was where he came from. All his mom cared about was drugs and his dad walked out on him. He grew up running the streets because his mom was too high one everything to care, with men coming in and out they house. He never had that support system so he was wit older kids for as long as he could remember. So as soon as his grandpa got custody he was good but he always knew he wanted to move out as soon as possible..Or so he thought. EXT

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A samurai promising his sister he'll return. A hundred elite soldiers marching north with him. A fenwulf knight without family or past. Only the republic that made her, and her will to die for it. The empire's perfect blade, and it's emptiest man. A warlord's daughter marching beneath a banner she doesn't trust. The most promising mind in the Magisterium, carrying a secret that could end him. An epic told through five eyes as a continent goes to war, and a centuries-old truth begins to surface beneath it all. This multi-POV fantasy story is written in style of Game of Thrones, featuring imperial legions, samurai, and knights, alongside elves, dwarves, beastfolk, and many other mythical creatures that inhabit the world. Content warning: Violence, War Themes, Grief, Trauma

You have a nickname called: "Demon", your a dark brooding lone wolf with no family, friends, no one, in his early 20s....after the most brutal shit you did in Tokyo, you decided To be a vigilante and through your journey,and decided to have your war against crime at new york city you met alone of people in your life: Black cat, mystique, Frank castle, gambit, Deadpool,wolverine Jessica Jones, Luke cage, taskmaster, crossbones and daredevil. and villains like: bullseye, kingpin, scorpion, shocker and Jigsaw and electro

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃 "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice low and edged with suspicion. I gathered what little courage I had left and gulped the lump in my throat. "I-I got lost," I stammered, trying to sound calm, though my voice still wavered and betrayed me. He scrutinized me. "Lost? In a place like this?" he questioned. I could hear the disbelief in his tone. 𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃 She thought she was running from her life. She didn't know she was running straight into his. 𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃 "Where do you go when you're running from yourself?"

Chronicles of Mò Yún: Ink and Cloud The crystal could not judge him. In a world where Heaven records every soul, where destiny is written by bloodlines and spiritual roots, a fourteen-year-old boy places his hand upon the immortal sect's appraisal crystal- and receives nothing. No light. No color. No verdict. To Heaven itself, Mò Yún does not exist. Born from the ashes of a forgotten village destroyed for a resource no one will remember, Mò Yún walks a path that was never meant to be walked. With no sect, no family, no master, and no place in the grand design of the cultivation world, he survives through patience, cruelty, intelligence, and an unbreakable memory that refuses to let the dead disappear. The Dao does not care. Heaven does not weep. Only the dead have the luxury of fairness. As Mò Yún climbs through a world of ancient sects, immortal emperors, forbidden ruins, and wars that span entire eras, he discovers that the greatest lie ever told was written not in a single book-but across history itself. Ten thousand years ago, a man was condemned as the Black Calamity. The world remembers him as a monster. The heavens remember him as a threat. The truth remembers something else. A failed protector. A broken dream. A final promise written in blood. But some memories cannot be erased. Some names cannot be forgotten. And a boy who was never acknowledged by Heaven may become the only one capable of changing it. Not by abandoning his humanity. But by carrying it to the very pinnacle of existence. A brutal, slow-burn dark Xianxia saga of survival, betrayal, ancient mysteries, and the price of defying Heaven.

"We survived the Empire. We will survive this mud." When an atmospheric entry malfunction strands Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia in medieval Bohemia, 1403, the war for the galaxy is replaced by a desperate struggle for daily bread and basic warmth. In a valley ruled by the iron fist of Lord Markvart, an alien machine like an X-wing is a dangerous heresy. When Luke's lightsaber short-circuits against local carbon iron and his cybernetic limb begins to rust from the damp mountain air, the illusion of Jedi power shatters. To save an innocent village from a ruthless lord's tax, the twins must fight a primitive, low-tech war. No blasters. No shields. No cosmic destiny. Just sand, grease, and the quiet, overlooked anger of people who have starved enough. Can a Jedi Guardian protect a world when he's forced to rely entirely on pig iron and human strength?

Overnight, a young engineer finds himself wanted by the law, desperate to prove his innocence in a mysterious case that shook Istanbul. In a breathtaking escape through the city's dark alleys, he pursues hidden engineering clues amidst a web of suspicion surrounding everyone around him.

"Say it. Tell me you love me." She said, kissing my neck softly. I don't... My heart hammered in my chest as she pressed herself against me, and the words escaped my lips before I knew what I was saying. "I-I love you..." She pulled back then and looked deeply into my eyes, as if the hollow words of my cold heart melted her soul. "I always knew... Or hoped you did. I love you too. I always have and I always will." Her words stabbed me, but in the same moment, her touch numbed the pain. This is wrong... Who am I? I was not Reed Wolfe. I was not Wesley Blackthorne either. I was nobody. Truly a ghost. So full of hate and regret. But in her arms, I could no longer feel the pain. A quiet moan escaped my lips as I gave in to her, clasping my hand tightly around her throat. "No more talking." I growled, then drew her close and kissed her feverishly. She sighed and wrapped her arms around my neck, as if she had been waiting for this moment her whole life. A pang of guilt stabbed at me, but I pushed it away. It could wait until morning. I was too desperate to care. I needed something, anything to fill the void. She will never forgive me for this... -------- In the criminal underworld of Tide Gate, loyalty is a deadly game. Reed Wolfe is given one last task before he can inherit his father's empire, the Crimson Syndicate. He must impersonate the missing Blackthorne heir and steal his fortune. Nyx, Reed's childhood friend, is the only trustworthy person left to help him complete his task. But as Reed's deception unravels, life-altering secrets and forbidden desire surface. Reed and Nyx must navigate a web of betrayal and ambition. In a world among thieves, where love is a liability and trust is a death sentence, how far will they go to survive the ruse....and each other?

The Nostromo was not destroyed in the void; it was harvested. Dragged from the stars into the suffocating fog of a fractured realm, the crew finds themselves stranded in "The Contaminated Cradle"-a radioactive nightmare where the cold, industrial horror of the Xenomorph collides with the savage, brutal law of the Red Forest. Ellen Ripley, hardened by the emptiness of space, is prepared for monsters, but she is not prepared for Anna-a relentless Russian huntress who stalks the fog with a hatchet and a hunger that transcends the Entity's cruel games. In a world of parasitic infestation and unending slaughter, the line between predator and prey dissolves in a haze of blood and adrenaline. What begins as a violent standoff between two survivors of different worlds shifts into a desperate, slow-burn alliance. Amidst the rusted corridors of the ship and the moss-choked bunkers of the forest, hatred gives way to a fierce, possessive intimacy. In the shadow of the hive, Ripley and Anna will discover that in a place designed to break them, their greatest strength is the ruin they find in each other.

|VAST. DARK. The Subconscious Consumes| The world is not what it seems. Jasper, known on the streets as Jay and in the system as Zurich, has spent his life outrunning the trauma of his youth by embracing a dangerous, criminal numbness. He survived his childhood and prison by building a wall of rage and violence, believing connection is weakness. But when his release lands him face-to-face with Aurea-the sweet, idealistic girl he loved and lost in the fourth grade-something inside him cracks open. While the rest of the world walks blind, the seams of reality have begun to fray before their eyes. There are things that cannot be unseen: the black ooze, the swirling void eyes, the malevolent entities controlling it all. These forces haven't just been watching; they've been waiting-patiently-for the beacons to reveal themselves. For the opportunity to prevent humanity from evolution. Forced to confront the violent truth of their past and the terrifying scope of their present, the two must survive a harrowing spiritual evolution to embrace their newfound abilities-abilities that reveal a brutal, secret truth about their world. Now, they must race across layers of time and reality to prevent total subjugation. ___________________________________ JOIN THE (r)EVOLUTION| Weekly lore drops, character dossiers, and access to archive available at: 👉 https://ashjpeterson.substack.com/

In the rain-slicked, neon-shadowed alleys of Manila, magic is not a gift-it is a live-streamed cage. The Hegemony controls the grid, licensing relic attunements to the highest bidders while the poor scrape the undercurrent for scraps of forgotten history. But these ancient relics carry a brutal cost: The Toll. Every time Kael activates his father's jagged obsidian shard, he pays with pieces of his own past. A childhood voice. His mother's face. The sound of his father's laugh. Now, with a raw attunement rate of 26% and his brain bleeding from cognitive shock, Kael is running out of memories to burn. Saved from deletion by Mika-a rogue "Baseline Breaker" who uses a weathered brass key to freeze local physics-Kael is dragged into a high-stakes conspiracy. Hidden beneath the Walled City of Intramuros, they breach the ancient stone ramparts, only to find a terrifying truth: Manila's historical landmarks are built on top of massive corporate hardware harvesting the city's attunement. With the Hegemony's elite relic hunters closing the circle, Kael and Mika overload the grid, triggering a spatial tear that launches them north. Ahead of them lies the MacArthur Highway-a continuous, dangerous overland road trip running through Bulacan, Tarlac, and the rugged Sierra Madre passes, completely bypassing the corporate expressways. To find his missing father and survive the journey, Kael must hunt down his father's lost relics, dodge bullets by tracking where the spectators are looking, and decide how much of his own real past he is willing to erase to hold onto the power he needs to survive.

"Unity, balance, all things now forgotten. Ink of the past bleeds through the canvas. The veil of reality thinning. Let not the cloak of the soul rise, yet hazard the dark. Do not delay, for time is temporary, agony shadows those unwilling to adapt. Veto the perversions of my blood. Shall you embody my life force, give light to those blinded. Mine strings send forth bearers of your curse. Aid them, for a web tears without strings. Let my voice reach you, for I'm afraid the ending hath been written. If found buried by the weight of it all, remember you are capable. Faith, over fate, Alex Lumence." P.S. Versions of the story on other sites might hold small bits of info omitted on others in prologues and other site dependent features. Frenchato on Quotev, Wattpad, and AO3 Credit to "Veilofleaves" on Wattpad for aiding in the creation of the story with ideas, insight, and more

Former FBI agent, Bob Eli Bennett has been laying low for three years in big city of Chicago as a small time, local detective after his unprecedented fallout with the FBI. When a series of petty crimes in Chicago's outskirts spiral into something far more darker, Bob rediscovers a chilling conspiracy involving a global tech company, corrupt officials and ruthless gangs. With the help of his long lost childhood friend, Mark Robinson, a famous journalist with political ambitions and Tessa Brandt, a dedicated FBI liaison, Bob races against time to put an end to the conspiracy even if it requires taking law and justice into his own hands. when the trust fractures between his friends and the enemies close in. Bob must decide how far he's willing to go and how much he's willing to risk to complete his mission. Highest rankings:#7 in crimedrama, #1 neo-noir,#13 in gang violence,#1 corruptgovernment,#6 in pageturner,#31 in investigation,#4 in crime solving, #5 in actionpacked

When 15-year-old Kara Zor-El's escape pod is swallowed by a violent cosmic rift, she doesn't land on Earth. Instead, she is hurled into the unforgiving universe of Warhammer 40,000 during the height of the Great Crusade. Discovered by the fiercely stoic Space Marines of the Seventh Legion, Kara is brought before their Primarch-Rogal Dorn, the Praetorian of Terra. Where others see a dangerous alien anomaly or a weapon to be exploited, the unyielding "Stone Father" sees a traumatized girl with the power of a living sun. Adopted into the legion and gifted custom auramite armor bearing both the fist of Terra and the crest of the House of El, Kara must learn to survive a galaxy of total war. Can she maintain her hope and mercy in a universe that knows only slaughter? Or will the meat-grinder of the Crusade break the last daughter of Krypton? An epic, high-stakes story of found family, brutal siege warfare, and the unbreakable bond between a galactic warlord and his solar daughter.

A comedy of errors, romance, and misery! (With a mysterious ml & snarky fl, and little supernatural elements)!

"Welcome to Chicago. A city that don't care who you are- just what you can take. I learned early nothing here comes soft. Not family. Not love. Not loyalty. Everything got a price... and everything takes something from you. I wasn't raised in peace. I was raised in survival. And in this city... that's the difference between making it or disappearing. I spent most of my life losing people. Or watching them get taken. And I thought that was just how it was supposed to be for me. But life got a funny way of breaking you down until you stop running from what you are. Until you start becoming it. I found love in a place I wasn't supposed to. Family in pieces I thought were gone. And a reason to stay when I had every reason not to. Chicago tried to take everything from me. But I didn't leave empty. I left built. Because in this city... you don't just survive the story. you become the ending of it."

Riddlewood City is a masterpiece of industrial biology, but its glow is fading. A psychic epidemic known as "The Static" is driving citizens to madness, while the infrastructure itself is turning predatory. Sheridan Cavendish, the city's most gifted yet unstable Resonator, lives in self-imposed isolation to drown out the city's screams. When a series of "biotic murders"-where victims are fused into the city's machinery-occurs, Sheridan is forced out of the shadows. Accompanied by Dr. Alistair Finch, a man who views the city as a machine rather than a miracle, Sheridan discovers a terrifying truth: The Obsidian Hand isn't just sabotaging the city; they are trying to "wake" the Vitaeon. As Sheridan descends into the glowing, visceral depths of the Undercity, he realizes the "Static" isn't a disease-it's a scream for help. He must choose between silencing the city to save the people, or listening to the horror that his own family helped create.

She was supposed to be alone. He was never supposed to care. Out where the trees swallow the highways, and the quiet lasts too long, the dead aren't the only things moving. Something is watching. Something is learning. After the fall, the rules changed. Hazel Reeves survives by keeping her head down, her focus steady, and her heart locked. Trusting people doesn't just get you hurt. It gets you killed. Both learned that lesson the hard way. But the road ahead doesn't give them a choice. Neither of them planned on becoming responsible for anyone but themselves. Neither of them planned on each other. And some things don't stay buried. Survival always demands its price. FIRST BOOK OF THE GRAVEWALK SERIES Updated every week on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, 8pm EST

Never thought I'd join Blue Spirits, but you know what they say, when stars align, they shit on you. When I was a kid, life was all about my sister. Everyone I'd ever known growing up had some poik spots somewhere. It was normal. Then these freak kids were born who never got em. Clean, and my sister was one of them. Those kids started to disappear. It had to be the Supremacy, and since they had been coming around more often, I felt like I had to guard my sister with my life. No one ever really questioned Supra around here. They just kind of let them do whatever. But there was one kid who wanted to make a difference, and everyone knew him by his nickname like a Super Hero. Rebellion. The Kid Crusader wanted to be behind it all, and for whatever reason, he wanted me to join him. Blue Spirits? Well that comes later. Just let me tell my story, for cryin' out loud. This is my story. It's kind of slow, but it's still mine nonetheless. Buckle up, kids. -Alex This book takes place within the Inherited universe *See also Locus: The Age of Spring, for another book/series in the same universe that has mention of this character. It is not necessary to read it to enjoy this book. Content Warning: This book will include violent scenes, death, and deteriorating mental psychosis.