geoff bodine

"Ms Nurse, why are you holding my baby girl? Are you deaf or incompetent?" His voice questioned. June shivered unconsciously, why did she have to work for him? "When she cries unnecessarily, you are to leave her to cry. If we attend to her all the time, she is going to be a pampered child." This crazy man! Which human can leave their child alone to cry? He has to be reported to Child Support! ______________________________________ A pediatric nurse who just started working again after earning her DNP is recruited by the renowned Mr George to take care of the abandoned baby girl he found in the rain. The 32 year old man who is quiet and doesn't tolerate nonsense and laziness shocks everyone when he chooses to adopt a baby he saved from the harsh rain. -Fictional Characters in a fictional world-

di tahun 2050 . sebuah game simulasi MMORPG.

Bec is the adopted daughter of a billionaire who will do anything to survive outside her palace in the horrible dungeon called life to find her true family. finding her family isn't enough. she must remain on top of her game to prevent being swallowed by the stench and darkness of the dungeon.

The world is a Dungeon. The Dungeon Core shattered long years ago in an event called the Splintering. The shards of the Core scattered across the world. The large ones formed mini Dungeons of their own. The smaller ones turned into Skill Shards. The inhabitants of the world can fuse with Skill Shards to get skills. The shards can fuse into myriad Dungeons and mages at the pinnacle of magic have their own personal Dungeons. They are the Dungeon Mages. Our MC travels back in time from the future and uses his knowledge to free humanity from the oppression of the other races.

Lattesha Louis Dinata merupakan satu-satunya sahabat wanita Geovano Theodore Allison yang paling ia sayangi. Semua yang Echa inginkan akan selalu Vano penuhi termasuk waktunya sendiri. Echa pun begitu, selalu setia berada disisi Vano apapun kondisi yang dihadapi pria itu. Tapi saat keduanya dihadapkan pada sebuah persimpangan jalan, mereka jadi bimbang juga meragu. "Cha, apa salah gue menjadi egois hanya demi membahagiakan diri gue sendiri?" "Van, makasih ya atas segalanya."

King George III was born on June 4, 1738. His is a story of remarkable introspection and foresight, impressively marked with an unusual consciousness of life from the 21st century. From his days in the cradle, he wrestled with an identity impacted by memories from the modern era and an introspective shadow on the regal life in the 18th century. As George grew older, his education instilled in him a growing sense of responsibility toward the future, impelled by an abject hunger for knowledge and deep devotion to statesmanship, history, and the rights of human beings. The glistening contrast between the lives of royalty in such splendor and the overwhelming poverty outside the palace walls sets his ambition ablaze to bring about change, and he feels forced to dream of a reign based on justice and compassion. It is thus a story of rebirth and self-discovery, positioning George as a king born of two eras-in literal and metaphorical ways-inescapably connected to the past and the future, prepared to guide his kingdom with insight forged in the crucible of modern foresight and historical tradition.

I refuse to say that anybody should attempt checking to see if this read is true, as anything that enters any geological anomaly such as the Bermuda Triangle situated between Bermuda, the Florida Keys, and one other area that I forget the name, another example would be the Dragon's Triangle, that said if you decide to, that's your decision, not mine.

I don't remember much of my life before what I am now. A re-occurring nightmare of violence, pain and darkness greets me every so often to remind me of the fact that I was once something beyond what I am now. The loom of a big metal grill, the crunch of cement as the vehicle hopped the curb. The sickening crunch of an impact and then the tell tale thump thump, thump thump... as the wheels bounced over a broken tattered form. Heart rending pain then stillness. No wailing sirens, no screaming people. Such solitude. Did I die? Where am I? Is anyone there???? I'm scared. Please can anyone answer me?? Silence and darkness. Is this all the after life is? Empty loneliness? Will I go mad? Please! There has to be someone! Anyone! Please! I'm scared! Nothing. I'm alone. . . . . . . ~ Crack ~ A sound?! I'm not alone! HELLO! Answer me please! Who's there?! ~ CRACK ~ ~ CRACK ~ What is that? Is that light? I CAN SEE! Wait. What the hell is this? Is that me? No... No way.... I'm a dungeon?! note: Cover art isn't mine, should the owner require me to remove it i shall comply. note 2: This is a little bit of inspiration that came while reading Wolfick's Illicitious Dungeon, go give that one a read!

An extremely depressed teen meets a strange hallucination, and beings a battle to transform depression and what seems like his fear of _everything_ into the strong talent it should be: an uncanny heroic grade ability to see threats and assess risks in time to act, with poise, under intense pressure.

a man stuck in a dungeon, he might have a few screws lose but what doesn't in the dungeon. Death to all centipedes.