Hfn Stories

(Book 1) Night is a city of many names. It's a home to some, refuge for others and a glittering cesspool where monsters and humans live side by side. Join the semi-functional NCPD Cryptid Unit as they fumble their way through supernatural crimes by night while producing Canada's best/worst TV show by day. When a woman is found murdered on a construction site, the NCPD teams up with a ghost to catch a monster before it kills again. But behind the cameras, the cast and crew butt heads when pranks go too far, and signals get crossed. Newly Edited with 'added' parts Come be a part of our disaster family and add Night Beats to your universe's shenanigans! https://nightbeatseu.ca/ Sign up for the monthly newsletter that includes author interviews, book reviews, beta samples, book themed recipes, and feline photos to brighten your day. Night Beats in every-verse! Part 1 in my Night Beats series! Content Warnings: Moderate, very occasional violence/gore and course language WC: 50,500

short sequel to Forging Bonds: On a weekend getaway, Jonathan and Sock run into past personal problems that put a strain on their relationship. And hopefully draw them closer too.

"What is it about you?" He questioned in that rhetorical way. "Every time I see you, you become all I can think of. His eyes searched my wide gaze as I melted against him. Was he really talking about me? My heart gave a flutter of joy that he could feel something for me. "You..." the words stuck in my throat and I cursed myself for being such a dork whenever he was around. He chuckled again. "I'm going to kiss you." As impossible as it sounded, my eyes became wider and my breath came even faster. ***** My day started with a tag on some stupid little mermaid story. I hate that redheaded princess with every bone in my body and I'm not afraid to say it, Ariel. It's enough to have me want to call up a hurricane to put several humans out of my misery but I didn't. Funny things about stories that get told over and over again, people begin to believe them. If you met sweet Ariel you'll probably be fooled into thinking she was the best thing since sliced bread. But if you want to know the truth, here's my story, read it and if you want to continue being deluded then don't, doesn't matter to me. My name is Urselina and they call me the Seawitch. The Seawitch ruined the bond I should've had with my sweet princess and I'm going to make her pay. It's time the twin cities of Oceania got out from under her shadows. With a team of mages trained just for the purpose of killing her, I'm coming for her. I'm prince Eric of Atlantis and ding dong this witch is dead. For the rest of the story please visit https://www.patreon.com/tjkash "If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you're very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to Wattpad @jtoughkat. Thank you."

HFN Mandi connects you with a wide network for wholesale crop trading. Easily buy and sell crops with farmers, retailers, suppliers, and distributors.

Harvesting Farmer Network (HFN), under Harvesting India Pvt Ltd., is pioneering a transformational approach to farming in India. Focused on empowering farmers through innovative technologies and data-driven solutions, HFN operates a platform connecting 3.7 million farmers. This network facilitates transparent market access, provides essential agricultural inputs, and offers expert advisory services. Through physical and digital infrastructure, HFN aims to make agriculture profitable and sustainable, promoting economic growth and financial inclusion for rural populations across India.

It's my first published story, feedback is very welcome! *** Post doesn't just show up in Rowan Mirek's seaside city; it modifies reality. Saying "thank you" makes everyone happy. A map acknowledges that it is lost. The changes are sustained by witnesses. Nudges are more appealing to Rowan than storms. Then he discovers a letter to himself in the future, which he declines to open. Dr Idris Valente, the archivist at Lighthouse, is aware that undeliverables select their audience. For reasons of its own, the Dead-Letter Office loudly concurs and starts sending the incorrect letters to the correct recipients. As the stacks whisper and bureaucrats sniff around, Rowan and Idris must choose between risking their carefully guarded hearts, the truth, or silence. With a living archive and an eavesdropping city, it's a medium-low-stakes slow burn that's whimsical, wistful, and extremely queer.