Taiping pension

Almost six years after his divorce, guilt looms over Eddie's memories of fatherhood and the choices he made for his children. As two of his grown kids wrestle with the complexities of adult life, the third spirals into addiction, landing him in prison, prompting Eddie to wrestle with the haunting echoes of his past mistakes and strive toward a more fulfilling future.

when Aria was leaving , Noah grabs her jacket , she turned to him looking confused, " I'm.. I'm sorry.. I have no idea why I did that.." He said. That was the first time Aria and Noah ever meet . Aria went on her way with the elder John . " you two didn't seem to get along with each other before, I wonder how the hell did you two got married !! " John asked Aria with a serious look on his face, " mind your own business" she answered....

Taiki es el protagonista de esta historia taiki es un adolescente que quiere ser el mejor aventurero de la ciudad a la que se mudo, que por cierto ls ciudad tiene un calabozo taiki tiene que conseguir una familia para poder ser el mejor aventurero

It’s all just fantasy. I mean, boredom can kill, but the driving force behind it—lack of interest—is its mother. It’s hard to become good at nothing, you know? What’s the story here? Damn, I have no clue. It doesn’t make me happy to not improve, though. Everything I write is distorted by my lack of skill, and the more I think about it, the lazier I get. When is the end of the world, anyway? I mean, why drag things out so pointlessly? If the world is going to keep spinning, then at least make me immortal, give me all the powers—something! I don’t know, damn it. What’s the point of prolonging a world where I can’t even figure myself out? But hey, don’t worry. Maybe there will be a story to tell. I’ll write as I go, word by word, and it’s funny, isn’t it, how my synopsis accidentally ended up being 666 words long? Or maybe it wasn’t accidental. Maybe it was destiny’s cruel little joke, mocking my inability to finish anything I start. Every time I sit down to write, it’s like fighting a battle with my own brain. One part of me wants to create something meaningful, something worth remembering. The other part? It’s too busy obsessing over every flaw, every missed opportunity, every word that doesn’t quite fit. And the cycle goes on: the more I try, the more I fail, and the more I fail, the less I want to try. It’s a loop, endless and exhausting, a treadmill of self-doubt that I can’t seem to step off. And then there’s the world. Don’t even get me started on the world. Every day feels like a rerun of the same bad show, the same tired plotlines, the same inevitable decline. The news is a nightmare. People are either fighting over nonsense or pretending everything is fine when it clearly isn’t. Climate change, wars, injustice—pick your poison. It’s like watching a slow-motion car crash and knowing you can’t do anything to stop it. But then again, what would I even do if I had the power? Let’s say I was immortal, let’s say I had every power imaginable—what then? Would I fix things? Would I save the world? Or would I just use those powers to escape, to build my own little pocket universe where none of this nonsense exists? Honestly, I’m not sure I trust myself to do the right thing. I’d probably just waste all that power trying to create something perfect, only to watch it fall apart like everything else. It’s frustrating, you know? Feeling like you’re stuck in a world that doesn’t make sense, with a mind that can’t seem to do what it’s supposed to. Writing, for example—it should be simple, right? Just put words on a page. But it’s never that easy. Every word feels like a risk, every sentence like a gamble. What if it’s not good enough? What if people read it and hate it? What if no one reads it at all? And yet, despite all that, I keep writing. Why? Maybe it’s because, deep down, I believe there’s still a story worth telling. Or maybe I’m just stubborn. Either way, here I am, pouring my thoughts onto the page, hoping that somehow, some way, it’ll all come together. Maybe it won’t. Maybe this will just be another unfinished project, another half-baked idea that never goes anywhere. But at least I tried, right? And who knows? Maybe this is the story. Not some grand epic about heroes and villains, but something smaller, quieter—a story about trying and failing and trying again. A story about someone who doesn’t have all the answers, who’s still figuring things out. Maybe that’s enough. Maybe that’s all any of us can really do: keep going, keep trying, keep telling our stories, even when it feels like no one’s listening. So here it is, my 666-word synopsis. It’s messy and flawed and probably not what you were expecting. But it’s mine, and for now, that’s enough.

Apa kau tahu apa yang ada di balik hujan? Benar... Itu rahasia! "Yang kuharapkan darimu adalah menjaganya dan jangan memberitahukannya kepada siapapun, janji?" Setelah kata-kata janji, penghianatan terjadi. Suara hujan terus terdengar dan menderu seakaan itulah yang dirasakannya. "Kita berpisah dengan penghianatan, dan bertemu dalam kondisi yang berbeda. Thomas, kau sudah tidak memiliki jiwa!"

"Everything will be fine. I can handle this before my men comes." Andrea Lee said to herself trying to stay alive. She had been six feet under the ground for almost ten minutes after the culprits buried her alive in their family grave." Yes she was buried alive by her beloved cousin, Samantha Anderson. Just because Samantha secretly loved her cousin's fiancee, Richard Yap. And her initial plan is to eliminate her so that she can seduce Richard and made him fall for her. Although Andrea was born in a rich family, her mother Angelin Anderson died in a car accident with her husband Peterson Lee Andrea's father. Andrea had been running their family business that was built solely by her father. Her life was somewhat bland, planned, and no life even with her fiancee beside her. No excitement at all. She still live her life to what it supposed to be because she's already used to it. And because she doesn't know Richard very well, she thought he was just fine with everything and starting to accept him as her future husband. He was selected as her partner in life by her father after she turned 21 years old before the car accident of her parents. But things turn out to be not what she thought it was. On the day of her 23rd birthday. Her cousin give her a surprise birthday party with almost all the wealthiest family as guest and of coarse her fiancee. Never did she knew that the party was set up by her cousin to ruin her reputation. That night she ended up in a private suit with a stranger. And the next night after her birthday she's already 6feet under the ground. Will she be able to scape from her cousin's scheming hand? And will she be able to protect the life that is starting to form in her womb? There still a lot to uncover in Andrea's life. Hope you can join her in her journey of revenge and single parenthood. ____________________________________________ Writer's Note: Guys I am a new aspiring writer here. Trying to shift the line of job because of COVID19?. HOPE you can support me on my journey and I'll be much welling to accept correction and guides related to my story. Wether it hypothetical or technical....