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In 2020 a child was born. At first she was normal much like the other's around her, but the day she turned ten she accidently destroyed a building. And thus this marked the day the first Homo-Validus, a Borrower had been discovered. She wouldn't be the last one either, as ten year olds all over the world with powers like hers began to appear too. A testing facility where these kids could be raised and researched was established, but after they grew and fought for their freedom, they inevitably won independence after a 50 year long war. Now in 2148, Babel city had grown into one of the few places where Borrowers and Humans could coexist on equal footing. And is now the starting point for a certain student.

Zen Takagi is an energetic and ambitious boy with the impossible task to end his own inevitable older brother's life before he massacres the whole homeland to obtain the Lost Piece Of The Black-Sun. When the Lost Piece Of The Black-Sun will be finally combined with the other, the Black-Sun will spread it's wrathful rays across the world turning everyone into a Rakshas. Zen has a limited time to stop his elder brother, Ryuga Takagi, shall he thrust his blade into the heart of his own brother? Or shall he thrust his blade into the heart's of Rakshas' who once used to be people.

Pembunuhan keluarga angkatnya menjadi titik balik nasib Jeanne. Yang awalnya hidup dibayangi rasa takut, kini berubah menjadi hidup yang haus akan kepuasan. Balas dendam adalah alasan yang membuatnya terus bertahan di dunia yang kejam ini. Hingga ia bertemu Queen gadis cerdik yang sedang menyelidiki kematian kakaknya. Akankah Queen menjadikan Jeanne senjata balas dendamnya? Akankah Jeanne sanggup membalaskan dendam Queen? Bacalah cerita selengkapnya disini.

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In modern day Japan, the warriors of the past still exist! Tokyo Heights Academy is not just your ordinary private school--it's where young samurai and shinobi go to learn their way and eventually fight against the rebel clans that have defied the government. Enter Ikkei Kagemori, a baseball star turned promising young samurai with a goal to make his father and family proud. When Fujiko Shimazu, a descendent of a legendary noble clan, meets Ikkei, the two realize their fates are bound by a red hot rivalry that could change the entire country--and possibly the entire world. Follow, Ikkei, Fujiko and friends through a action packed high school shonen adventure where rivals and dangerous enemies await around every corner!

Lambland is a land isolated from the rest of the work, ruled by a hunting law created by the Korad. An accident put Brandon into this new world filled with hunters, cientists, mafia and a bloodthirsty leaders who rule this land like a scared group of lamb, could Brandon scape from this place or he's gonna be the begin of a revolution?

Blake is perfect. Well, at least he looks that way. His hair is thick. His features are nice. Everyone loves him, and to Blake's frustration, everyone falls in love with him, or at least they say they do.<br><br>Then something happens. Blake blacks out. In those most crucial of intimate moments, Blake blacks out.<br><br>After 101 horrible dates, Blake gets an offer from a man who swears he can handle him. But can sexy Jerome overlook what Blake considers to be his biggest flaw?

Iris is seventeen when she meets Eric . The only hire to one of most dangerous groups present in the world , His hidden identity was only know to few people surrounding him for his protection . He is the FireDrake Clan . He is the death god . But for her he is " The Angry Stranger " , Her charming personality not only surprises him but also takes a huge toll over his behaviour . " Move the fuck away for me " She only frowns stepping back ,no second later pushed back into his body . " You are gonna die staying near me Iris " He said kissing her deeply . Publisher：i&i Publisher

He always said he'd come for me again one day, I was just hoping I'd never actually live to see it happen. "It's time to open your eyes, little one," his voice gently brushes my earlobe but I still don't want to believe this is real, it can't be. I frequently have nightmares that I always wake up from, but this one is different. I don't think I can wake up this time. "Look at me Blair," he demands. "You're not real. This isn't real," I whisper through closed eyes. "The more you fight it, the worse it will get," he coldly states. I choke back the dryness in my mouth as my eyes begrudgingly flutter open only to have them widen immediately. I look around and realize that I'm not even in my hotel room next to my physical body, I am standing in the middle of the street about three blocks away from where I fell asleep. I don't know how I got here...but I know that I'm not alone.

Mia is a sassy girl and a werewolf with an honest heart and, she lives with her father and her older brother, her father is the beta of her pack, Silver Moon Pack. One night, she went to a party. That night she meets new friends who are from a different pack. And at that moment she also meets the alpha of Blood Stone Pack. Her mate. Blaze is an alpha of his pack, the Blood Stones pack is known to be the largest and the strongest pack in America, no packs could fight them or beat them mostly it's better to not make the ruthless alpha an enemy. The jealous, possessive Italian man meet his mate in a party, as soon as he took a glimpse of her face, he swore to himself to never let her go and to never give her up to another man. "I was only talking to him." She said fiercely. "Oh yeah, well it seems that you were flirting with him." He scoffed. "No I wasn't Blaze, stop being so jealous!" She shouted at him, his eyes turned into a dark colour, his wolf took partly control of him. "Fuck off, I'm not jealous, I'm territorial. Jealousy is when you want something that's not yours. Territorial is protecting what's already yours." Blaze said gripping Mia waist forcefully and inhaled his mate scents. She's only my luna and I will fucking kill them if they touch or glance at my mate. Mine. The language of love is like that, possessive. That should be the first warning that it's not going to encourage anyone's betterment.