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(Hiatus. Return date: Unknown) One day, a young, skillful assassin died in an assassination mission. However, he was given another chance but in order to claim that chance, he needs to prove his worth to the god reincarnating him. Eventually, he passes. Later applying to become an Adventurer, using the knowledge he retained from his original world and the magical abilities he gains, he will make use of them to protect the friends that he meets and destroy anyone that gets in his way. His journey begins and as he faces the danger that runs in front of him, he will be completely concentrated. ______________________________________________________________ Cover doesn't belong to me.

I know you have something interesting in mind when you ask me if I want to play a game. We’ve been together long enough that I know your moods, and the twist of challenge in your eyes -- and in your beautiful smile -- tell me this is going to be a very good day for me.<br><br>But as you lay out the cards and settle in to torment me, I wonder if your control is any match for your decadent, wicked mouth. Move by move, moment by moment, you take me apart.<br><br>I’m not even sure if I want to win this game.

"Beware, oh Light. For when your Herald falls, so begin the drums of war." World eating beasts, gods that are supposed to be gone, an evil sect of the powerful elite planning from the shadows, A dead Herald of light and Heralds that cannot sing anymore. Wierd new Krystals that are killing people. Yup, The Empire is a drum of fuel soaked shtak waiting for one little match, and I just might be it. My name is Aletta Cologne, and yesterday if I was asked to introduce myself I would've said; bounty hunter by day, bounty hunter by night. Antiquities dealer every weekend, Scholastic Historian when I've got the time. The only thing cool about my life is the fact that I am best friends with a Herald. Heralds are the glue that holds The Iragan Empire together. Ordained by the Great Mother herself to sing her prophecies and make life so much easier for the rest of us. That all changes when my mother; THE Herald of Light, is murdered, and the heralds begin to lose their mana, fulfilling a three-thousand-year-old prophecy. The Nazgul are world eating creatures of the dark that have been locked out of this dimension for thousands of years. They have never stopped searching for a point of entry. Without the Herald of light, we are the weakest there is. If we do not find my mother's killer, then her soul cannot anoint the new Herald. Without the Herald of Light to keep the Velos gate closed the Nazgul will come through and consume our existence. Oh, and there is a shadowy sect of the Elite plotting to rip power from the heralds. I shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning.

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A man who struggled and lived on earth reincarnated in a new world. When he was trying to become a county official, he was conscripted as a labor disciple from a cultivation sect. The novel is Xuanhuan type and written in first-person view. MC's past, his view on the world, his experience, and his way of life are described by adding some Memes in the Mix. Unlike the usual things that happened in Xuanhuan novel, MC doesn't have a cheat, Op Hax's ability, or Golden finger. Memes wouldn't be explicitly revealed for readers' enjoyment to find out themselves. Au Note, Meme songs would be properly revealed with (the singer - original song). I wrote this novel for readers who love Cultivation fantasy stories but are bored to see the usual cliche event.

JUMIN YOON had never wasted his time on trivial matters such as romance . he was much better off without having to deal with matters like this , thank you . but there was an instance back years ago that made his heart beat a little more faster than usual . made his face warm up more than considered normal . and made his stomach do a weird little flip that he couldn't quite comprehend what it was back then. it wasn't like it meant anything , though . right ?

Betrayed by a lover, Jamie rents an isolated cabin on Lake Huron, wanting only to be left alone. Instead, he is pulled from his solitary existence as an artist and tumbles headlong into the legend of Saint Nicolas.<br><br>As a young man, Nicolas accidentally killed a man intent on murdering three children, only to have the man's malicious spirit rise up against him. Fleeing through the centuries from the Krampus, the evil troll-like creature that dogs his steps, Nico finds refuge with the young artist who takes him into his home and bed. But Jamie has questions. Who is Nicolas, and why does the Krampus want to destroy him?<br><br>When the Krampus begins to torment and torture anyone Nico comes in contact with to punish him, Jamie's life is put in danger. And Jamie isn't sure whether he can help Nico defeat his nemesis or if he's merely a pawn in the Krampus's game.

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comatose for almost a year Brie Stones wakes up without memories of the past three years. left at the mercy of her boyfriend's son after being shot by his mother. Lucan McCain son and heir of a billionaire tycoon has had eyes for his father's mistress but everything turns red after his late father's will declares twenty percent of his assets to his mistress and her unborn child. what goes wrong or right when Lucan is left to choose between his six years long unrequited love or to protect his father's assets

What to do when you find yourself transformed into the vicious female supporting character in a family that dotes on the group pet? Of course, it's to keep away from the protagonist, She's practically the darling of the heavens, with a protagonist halo so strong even a dog would fall for her. Hiss, Bai Zhi said, "Can't compete, can't compete, cherish life, stay away from the protagonist." All she wanted was to quietly make some small money and live freely, but— Group pet with tearful eyes, "Sister, come back, I'll let you have our brother." Bai Zhi, "..." No need, I refuse. Group pet with an overflowing Mother Teresa complex, "This was all my fault; please, don't blame my sister!" Bai Zhi, "..." Look at this white lotus script; hey! Where's my knife? — Even more fantastic was when that baby-faced weak little brother suddenly appeared midway and transformed into a boss! Bai Zhi, "???" A new book has started; the Film Emperor's daughter is hibernating again. There are new book activities, sweet, sweet, sweet