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A New Life With The Choice of Destruction or Creation In A New World

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Parts 12
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action comedy fantasy genderbender harem mature romance

have you ever wonder what kind of feeling you would have the moment you were killed?

Would you feel hated? anger? Regret? Sorrow? Helplessness? Confusion? Happiness? Or all of them?

You all maybe wondering right now ‘what is this person talking about?’

well I don’t want to bore you with my pointless back story so I make this a short introduction.

I am Danial fang and I am a 16 year old lazy boy with no interest other than entertainment that I like which is fantasy and anything that doesn’t exist in real life since you all should know how boring real life when you don’t have much people to talk to but I don’t like talking much as well so It is properly just me that is weird about this issue.

though I do think I am a very average person other than the fact that I am a loner and dislike hanging out or talking with people I don’t know but anyway the situation is that I die.

The story goes like this.

I was walking home from the grocery store like in any story it was a fine day or a normal one if you will.

But than I suddenly hear several gun fire from out of nowhere behind me on the street and as anybody would.

I tried to turn around to see what happen but it was too late because I felt a sharp pain on the back of my head than my conscious blackout in an instant.

I didn’t even I have my life flash past my eyes because I died to fast for that to happen.

so to me it was a feeling of confusion at the moment of my death.

The end.

well that is how i thought it was suppose to be but that is not end of it since my soul was destroy in a void and remade then only to get ship to a new world with magic as a hybrid of a*********.

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i will keep this new race a secret until chapter one

WARNING there will be gore, disturbing scene, and mature scenesAll Rights Reserved

action comedy fantasy genderbender harem mature romance

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Echo of the Past by KiyuMiyuu

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

Cherry Blossom Abyss by ToastyBunss4

I wait for him to look at me. "The fuck you staring at me for,bitch??" He snarls. I lean in quickly,pressing my lips to his. He freezes,eyes widening. Then he suddenly shoved me away,hard. I lost my balance and fell back. "Ew,the fuck you putting your girl germs on me for? Just because we're childhood friends doesn't mean I prefer your sushi over cock." "You kissed me last time and didn't wipe your lips!" He shrugs,looking forward. "That was different." I shove him,angrily. "Kiss me!" He narrows his eyes,shoving me back. "The fuck you raising your voice at??" I get in his face. "The only motherfucker here,you stupid or some shit?" He stares at me for a long time. Then ..."don't do that." "Do what?" I ask. "the attitude thing. Stop it." He looks forward again and I smile,smugly. "Why,am I intimidating?" I grin. "Intimidating?" He looks at me,thumping his cigarette. "Honey,you could never intimidate me." "Then why should I stop?" He leans in my face. "because when you get an attitude like that,it makes me want to fuck the shit out of you." He brushes past me without another word. ×•×•×•×•×•×•×•×•×•×•×•×•×•×•× Vivian finally got into the college of her dreams,with attempting to ignore its weird condition. in attempts to find herself,she also ends up finding herself in more than just a love triangle. she isn't quite aware of her feelings yet,or why she was such an outcast before she became an adult,but she's determined to find true love among the multiple love choices that cross her mind daily. also attempting to find her meaning in life and why she was born with certain powers not all possess. from sneaking into a male boarding house,disguised as a male to being seduced by her childhood male best friends as well as falling for complete assholes,ghosts and even realizing she might be bisexual. she's in quite the pickle.

Dragonoid: A fantasy harem by Waka-sama1

It is the dream of the average anime enjoyer to get hit by a truck and get sent to another world. Nathaniel (no last name) a young man with a hardly exciting life finds himself being given the opportunity to go to another world thanks to a "generous god" that gave him some boons to help him enjoy this new world of he will be going to. He gets to this new world but finds himself taking over the body of a dead prince that was thrown in to a river, deciding to ignore the reason why a prince was killed, he decides to live his own life separating himself from the prince and whatever drama the prince was involved in but can one truly be certain of their identity when they have memories of two separate lives? One of an abused child trapped in a family that hates him and one of a bored and lonely modern man with no prospects of anything in his life. ...... Things to expect from this book Harem? Yes ( 3 women, no more, no less) Character growth? Yes? (Will try my best) Epic fights scenes? Absolutely (as a shounen fan, action and fights scenes are my favorite things, so I can promise you won't be disappointed) Romance and relationship building with the Harem members instead of the typical bullshit? Yes. The Mc will actively pursue the women his likes, and they won't just fall for him just because he's nice. This book is 20 chapters ahead on patreon, so if you want to support me, then feel free to do so. www .patreon. com/YoungmasterDio Of course, there are no spaces

The Sadistic Pair (Karma x Reader) - Discontinued by TheMonsterofReading

in the class you were put in after the discovery of you having the same powers of class E's sensei (not tentacles) _backstory_ you were born but then...the family was attacked. this happened 3 years I a row with family members dying in progress of protecting you..because of your 'supernatural' body you've been caught once at 10 and tortured by the experiments.... they tried to turn you into a super soldier, minimising your mercy for people as much as possible.. every encounter with you they've had, they filmed. using those moments to make you insane you managed to get a split personality disorder of 3 people....4 if you include insanity...which has been what you've been showing for a while... the different attitudes have helped you in situations you've been awkward in and so while you yourself is inside feeling depressed, the other selves have to show up to take up your place. otherwise you'd be like an empty canister Your hair changes colour due to emotions. some emotions are the same colours (sorry if your eye colour is one of the eye colours your eyes change into your original eye colour. you can just change it if you want to same with your hair colour.) the blue hoodie and bandana your boyfriend used to wear you kept and wore you used it as a disguise to get away from the guys that have been chasing you your whole life. your voice changed so it sounded like a guy's and to be honest, everyone you met In that disguise believed you...including the enemy your family was rich and you had a lot of money, yet you all chose to live a simple life. you still did that after they all died. what you and your family did for a job you continued... until you saw a strange yellow thing in the sky... following the direction of the octopus thing you managed to catch up using some of your power...he went to china for tea? he then flew you back to what he said will be your new class from now on. E-Class *I don't

Second Chance by whizbee_

In his last life he gave it all to his little brother who was kidnapped at the age of five , recused at the age of sixteen. Extra care - Brother needed it. Parent's support - How could he even ask for it when his brother missed it for eleven years. Brother owed it. Arranged marriage with his best friend - He never wanted it in the first place. They are like bros! So, when his brother showed interest in his best friend , he encouraged it. All he wanted was a happy and complete family. But he never realised that all his efforts to give his brother a family , would separate him from his family. "Your brother is sick ! We can't attend your graduation." - Mother "Just come back after taking the certificate. I think it's serious." - Best friend. .... "Bro , we already left for the trip. Why were you so late ?"- Best friend. "Why didn't you pick up your calls ? Your brother was worried to death. He almost had a panic attack. We started the journey to distract him."- mother. ..... "Your brother is new to the family. How would he know you are allergic to eggs?" - Mother. "Just go to the hospital. Don't ruin his birthday." - Father. "Bro , why did you even eat that cake ? I can't leave the party to accompany you now." - Best friend. ...... He had enough. He loves his brother too but his love shouldn't be one sided "Do you all even care about me ?I am dying here. My allergy is severe. I can die." He shouts with a hoarse voice. "Nobody dies from egg allergy. Don't exaggerate." "You all are my family. You all know how serious it is. My limbs are getting numb." "We are sending the driver." "Is dd's birthday more important than my life ?" That was the last question he asked before his senses went shady. "How can you be jealous of your own brother." That's what he heard for the last time before everything went black. He chuckles in his fate. What a joke his life has become ! Wish he could get another chance , another chance to live once again !

Not Just The Side Character by Super-Cool-Potato

'Pointless' That is how the protagonist saw everything. It all started with an accident, but it is pointless to explain it here. His life ends, then it starts again, except it starts in a otome game his sister had bought. And he reincarnates as his sister's favourite character. Unfortunately, he's a side character who is scripted to have an abrupt ending. Determined to live his life he gains a sense of purpose, a feeling he hasn't had in a long time. He's not just any side character, he's the protagonist of this story! Come and watch as he lives his life and perhaps regain some of his lost emotions. ---------- As per usual, I don't own any of the pictures that are used. Note: This is NOT a BL story if you haven't seen the tags.

Raising a Hero by LoweFantasy

She had only wanted to have a working marriage and a happy family. Despite that, her husband leaves her for another woman after the loss of their unborn child, and just as she starts to pick herself up, she dies in a car crash. But this isn't the end of her story. Her spirit is picked up by her brother, a beginner god who needs help raising the hero of his fledgling world. Thinking he is offering her an opportunity to be a mother, she readily agrees, and he sends her down to his world with the gift of healing and a semi-ageless body to aid her on her quest. She quickly finds her little boy and is overjoyed to have someone to baby at last. But this hero doesn't want her as his mother. He wants her as something else.

How to court a storm | 18+ by venuslourde

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~The String of Fate~ discontinued... Well, continued on another account 😁😁 by Bakesale1234

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Echo of the Past

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.