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Nari the girl, whose punches every other guy of her age in her school had tasted. Park Ye Jun, the guy who excessively seemed interested in this tomboy who had entered his life first when she beat the pulp out of his friend. Nari hated Ye Jun but Park Ye Jun never missed a chance of showing his feelings to her. But then why suddenly he left the city and cut ties with everyone, even Nari. Why did he leave Nari alone when she wanted him finally? And what will happen when he finally comes back and Nari hates him again? Join them on the wistful, humourous, and sometimes unpredictable journey of them, The Page Where We Left... The total number of chapters (targeted): 150. Updates: Two chapters daily. The Privileged readers can get access to a sneak peek of further two to four chapters. It's a slow burn so buckle yourself up for A long journey!!!! Catch me on insta: _aislinn_jasper_ or talk to me on discord: Aislinn_Jasper #2125

Tom Foster has his life planned out, and he's systematically pursuing his goals. At twenty-two, he's been organist and choirmaster at The Episcopal Church of the Good Shepherd for three years, he's working on his doctoral thesis, and he's beginning a secondary career performing in concert. There is no room in his schedule for romance ... until Noah Webster, a gorgeous green-eyed blond, walks into the church one evening to audition for the choir.<br><br>What starts as an arrangement of convenience -- Tom's usual page turner is unavailable, and Noah agrees to do the job-soon turns into a fast friendship. Then Noah, who is saddled with an obnoxious roommate, rents the spare bedroom in Tom's house, and ultimately the two men become lovers and partners in life.<br><br>But before they can ride off into the sunset together, they must face one major obstacle: Noah's violent, homophobic Southern Baptist father.

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Secrets are keeping you away. They are shadows, sneaking Stays there dark and blank. Always following you, But never bothers to reveal itself. Cast by the light, Showing someone just like you, Only dimmer, faceless, confused. I'm Addison Williams. A woman who once dreamed about becoming a music producer, but life did not permit me to do so. As an heir of one of the wealthiest families in Australia, I am destined to run a company, but do you think I can still rewrite my fate? Will I be able to break free from the chains that bound me? When the time comes, will I prefer to choose familiarity, or would I learn to see the beauty of uncertainties?

A young man dies full of regret with his monotonous life of emptiness. He finds himself in a dark space. One thing leads to another and off on an adventure he goes. First time author here folks. Just trying my own take on a fanfic here. I'll try to post a chapter a day. Please feel free to post your criticism and opinions on the story. I'll try to incorporate everything I see and make it better.

Thomson, who had obtained the God-Level Investment System, had made countless wealth in just a few years. Since then, Thomson lived a squandering lifestyle. Every day, he indulged in luxury and spent money as though it were dust, all until one day when he married the love of his life. After that, he discovered that living an ordinary life was the happiest. From then on, Thomson decided to live a plain life and conceal all his wealth. But one day, Thomson’s wife participated in a TV show for the sake of some tens of thousands of dollars, and in the first section of this TV program, the challenge was to borrow money. Among several groups of guests, whoever could borrow the most money would win the first round. Originally, Thomson did not want to be busy running about for a couple ten thousand bucks. But unexpectedly, his wife directly picked up his phone and called a person named Gates. On the next second, Gates’ voice quickly fell into everyone’s ears. “Boss, what can I do for you?”

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i just copied a fanfiction story I dont have a copyright i dont have a copyright A Marvel fan from our world is reborn in the MCU. Sure he could follow the SI clichés; become a hero, save the world and get the girl, but Michael McCole instead decides to follow a different path. After all, in a world where magic is real, reality is what you decide for it to be. There will be challenges along the way, but nobody said becoming a God was easy.

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“Our Earth…In a Moment in Time”, an old cello mix I have been listening to while I am travelling the forest and green fields of my hometown for a summer vacation. I still have the earphones my grandmother Victory gave me for my birthday 10 years ago. Well, I don’t really need to use these “old junk”, as what my mother Shanti used to scold me about plus not to mention my friends at the Uni. Mom is just exaggerating, though nowadays we can use ear pieces which can download or upload music, documents, projects or whatever you ask the internet in an instant. We no longer need T.V. or computer monitors just a hologram which is easier and economical for we can talk to someone or anyone without bothering them to come to you or visit you. However, I am still an old fashioned lad. To me this gift Nana gave me is the most precious thing I keep among many others since she passed five years ago due to old age. This and Dada’s present , my own automatic motor bike , hot big ride which I parked in my apartment. Dada has a mini cooper at home in case I need a somewhat means of transportation to the country side. But as I peek through the digital train I can see that my home is no longer a province but a city with sky crappers but full of plants and gardens even up the tallest building in the busiest area of Sun City.