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Dottie was missing her friend. He normally had sent her a letter at least by the fall. She doesn't know that a werewolf that heard her talking about it has the answers that she was looking for. Reuben didn't know his coworker was a werewolf until he bit him. However, because of the death of his other pack member he needs another one in a couple of years time. The problem? He does not get much social interaction with people his age, and the girl he is attracted to is slightly oblivious. A quiet romantic plot.

something i made about a group of friends from discord

A girl different from the other girls on the block sports girl, murderer, ambitious and is falling one in the after life

Natasha Lindt Abueva has been working for her boss Jerome Arnaiz for two years. It never occurred to her that Jerome would become a business partner of her ex-boyfriend, Paul Willem Sainz. Paul's family disliked Natasha simply because she does not belong to the same social class as them. She broke up with Paul two years ago to avoid conflict with his family. When they saw each other again, Paul seemed unconcerned. So when he invited her to dinner, she assumed it was for revenge. But Paul had other plans, he wanted to surprise Natasha the next day but instead he met her two year old son, Timothy. Paul is now determined to find out if Timothy was his.

A novel based on a discord server's lore set in a fantasy setting.

In a world where legends lived and gods walked, two entities stood above all: Phoebus, The Necrophile Lord and Hardy, The Corny Supreme. They were beings of immense power, revered and feared in equal measure. Born from the essence of creation continent itself, they had shaped the world with their hands, their wills carving mountains and filling seas. But now, they faced each other in a confrontation that would decide the fate of everything they had built. Phoebus, with hair of golden light and eyes that shone like the sun, stood firm, his spear shimmering with ethereal fire. Across from him, Hardy, dark as the void with eyes like the deepest night, wielded a spear that crackled with dark energy. They had come to this desolate plain, the last unbroken part of their continent, to settle a grudge that had festered for millennia. As they stood, a few hundred paces apart, the air between them was tense, vibrating with the raw power they emanated. Lightning flashed across the sky, and the ground trembled beneath their feet. Hardy's voice, deep and resonant, broke the silence. "Necro," he growled, "it has come to this, as we always knew it would." Phoebus nodded solemnly, his eyes never leaving Hardy's. "Indeed, Corn. The balance we once held is shattered. This must end." Without another word, they charged. Their spears clashed with a sound that shattered mountains. Each strike was a force of nature, each parry a defiance of fate. They moved with blinding speed, their forms blurring as they struck and counter-struck. The ground split open, molten lava spilling forth as the land itself could not withstand their fury. Phoebus twirled his spear, its tip leaving trails of fire in the air. He thrust forward, aiming for Hardy's heart, but Hardy sidestepped with inhuman agility, his own spear lashing out to cut a deep gash in Phoebus's side. The golden blood that flowed from the wound turned to steam as it touched the air. With a roar, Phoebus swung his spear in a wide arc, unleashing a wave of searing light. The blast incinerated everything in its path, leaving a charred, smoking crater. Hardy barely managed to deflect the worst of the attack with his own spear, the dark energy crackling around him forming a protective barrier. Hardy retaliated by plunging his spear into the ground. Shadows erupted from the point of impact, spreading like a plague. Trees withered and died instantly, the earth itself seemed to rot and decay. Phoebus leaped back, but not before the creeping darkness reached his legs, causing them to tremble and weaken. "You've grown weaker, old friend," Hardy taunted, his voice echoing with dark mirth. "And you have grown more cruel," Phoebus retorted, summoning his strength to counterattack. He thrust his spear skyward, and a column of pure light descended from the heavens, engulfing Hardy. The light seared through the shadows, burning away the darkness. The force of their attacks was not limited to their immediate surroundings. Waves of destruction radiated outward, leveling forests, evaporating lakes, and turning mountains into rubble. The very air grew thin, unable to sustain life in the face of such overwhelming power. The sky darkened as ash and debris were thrown into the atmosphere, blocking out the sun. For hours they fought, neither giving ground. Their movements were a deadly dance, a ballet of destruction. Every swing of their spears tore the sky apart, and every clash sent shockwaves that leveled everything in their path. The seas boiled, and the land itself cracked and crumbled. Phoebus, summoning the last of his strength, launched himself at Hardy with a ferocious cry. His spear, glowing with the intensity of a thousand suns, aimed straight for Hardy's heart. Hardy, his eyes burning with unyielding determination, met him head-on. His spear, cloaked in shadows that seemed to devour the light, struck toward Phoebus's heart with equal force. The moment their spears pierced each ot

"He's no weakling, nor destined to remain powerless! Paul possesses a unique constitution, the most powerful Chaotic Celestial Body under the heavens! With a single punch, he shatters flying swords; with a step, he crushes divine artifacts. His body is as tough as divine weapons, enduring heavenly tribulations without a scratch! Great sects of cultivation? Famous geniuses? Anyone daring to provoke this fiend meets the same fate—annihilation of their entire clan! With feet planted firmly on the earth, shoulders that bear mountains, and a head that touches the heavens! Witness Paul's transformation from a supposed 'waste' into a peerless genius, ascending the path to godhood against all odds..."

What if the Gods are one of us? Bathala sent back the Gods on Earthas mortal human beings and he gave them important missions to change the world fu of wrath and anger. And then, there's Paul. He has everything. He knew to himself that he's happy; but something in his life is missing, as if he's chasing after a thing that doesn't exist, something impossible, something out of this world. Litlle did he know that he's an important piece in everyone's chess game. Is he going to face the world with courage or let everyone down and fall into pieces just like what he usually do? Although they came from different cultures and beliefs, they must be united and fulfill their missions in this world. Are they going to succeed?

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So I uh, got dead and reincarnated to...Ohio? Shii, I thought the place wasn't for real, for real. Know what I'm saying G? And I got dees kids that follow me man, I gots me an army of Skibidi Skids. And they say I'm their Brain Rot Overlord. This should be interesting.