malenia remembrance

During an auction, the asking price for young girls with an excellent physique gets driven up to an unbelievably high price with everyone fighting to bid for one. Suddenly, a girl locked in a golden cage opens her eyes. She no longer looks weak with her icy glare. Although she is the third daughter of a family full of great physicians, she is the loser of the family, subjected to a lifetime of bullying by everyone else. Despite cultivation not an option for her because of her severed meridians, so what? She is an exceptionally talented doctor. Having severed meridians is nothing to her. Everyone was always trying to take advantage of her. Even her father and mother did not love her. To hell with them. She had the ability to manipulate space and being favored by the spiritual being made her invincible. She could crush the whole Nalan residence easily with her pinky finger. No one wanted her because she looked heinous. However, she regained her gorgeous beauty in just a blink of an eye. How did she overcome all the obstacles and fight her way to the top? Let’s find out.

God gives Jun Muyan, a young girl who leads a tragic life and dies in misery, a second life. However, she is accompanied by a cute sweetheart with a cold face. “Xiaobao, the woman who wants to contract with the saint beast is Mommy’s enemy.” In response, Xiaobao makes the top-level saint beast his spirit pet. “Xiaobao, the God-Musicians inheritance is so powerful!” With a gentle push, Xiaobao breaks the inheritance limit with his small hands and Jun Muyan becomes the only inheritor of God-Musicians. “Xiaobao, that man is always pestering Mommy!” Naturally, Xiaobao throws a punch to drive the man away... Wait, why is he still here?! What? You’re my father? What does father mean? Is it something yummy?

The woman was lying on the bed. The soft moonlight from the window was shining on her pale face. What a sexy scene! Christopher Loomis looked at the numb woman who was pressed down by him. He said with a mocking smile, "Isn't this what you want?" Leslie Ward's face looked much paler than before. Her chin was suddenly pinched tightly by the man before she could say anything. This pain made her cry out. "Have you forgotten what day it is today?" Christopher said with mockery. At the same time, the pressure on his hand got stronger again. Her pupils contracted instantly while something was striking on her mind. Then her whole body kept trembling. "Even the day of remembrance of your sister can be forgotten, you are really a ruthless woman, ah."Christopher said while his body was still moving through her body. It would be nice if Evelyn had not been killed by this woman. Leslie was accustomed to hearing Christopher's taunts, but her heart still can't help but throb. She had been married with Christopher for three years. But she loved him for more than three years. Why Christopher overlooked her, only sneered at her these years? He only loved Evelyn. Even giving her love with both hands initiatively, she would not get any concern from him. Christopher’s voice rang in her ears again, "You went to great lengths to be married with me, even put your own sister's life on the line. Now everything is as you wish, what are you not satisfied with?" She closed her mouth tightly without any word. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would no longer be able to hold back her emotions that were about to erupt. But her silence at this time seemed to be a provocation to Christopher. His movement became more violent and faster. Leslie finally cannot help but groan painfully. Half an hour later, Christopher pulled out from her body and went into the bathroom. Leslie endured the pain in her body and wrapped herself up tightly with the quilt. Christopher came out of the bathroom and saw the way she was. His heart was ignited with anger again. He said, "Leslie, don't you just want me to fuck you? Now your reaction is for what? The bitch still wants to declare herself a virgin?" Leslie gritted her teeth. In the past, Christopher made love with her with saying nothing. Just to satisfy physical needs, and the woman can be her or someone else. He ridiculed her like this. Only on the day of Evelyn's remembrance every year, he hated her even more. "I'm sorry." Christopher frowned unconsciously when he heard her tiny voice. He walked towards Leslie and lifted her quilt. Leslie looked flustered and curled herself up into a ball. But Christopher was not ready to let her off the hook, "You make me feel sick now." Tears could not be controlled in her eyes. Christopher did not see her abnormality because of her messy hair. In his memory, Leslie never cried. "Christopher Loomis, what do you want me to do?" Her voice was a little hoarse, but it did a good job in hiding her trembling voice. Christopher looked at the wretched her from a high position, "Clean the picture frame." That was Evelyn's photo, which Christopher regarded as a treasure. She got up slowly and moved her feet step by step towards the photo. She found a stain on the glass of the frame. It may be rubbed on accidentally. Did Christopher’s anger just for this? She looked upward subconsciously, but hit Christopher’s obscure eyes. "On the first day you lived in this house, I said that you needed to do nothing but wiping the picture every day. It must be stainless." Leslie's hands with the frame shocked and almost dropped the frame. Christopher's heart was filled with anger suddenly. There was a tinge of shade in his voice, "If the frame in your hands is broken, then you will take your life to pay for it!" "My life in your mind is not as important as a picture frame?" Leslie asked with a shudder. It seemed like her heart was torn into pieces, painful even unable to breathe. "Leslie, you are worthless in my mind." The unforgiving words made Leslie collapse completely. Tears kept flowing down from her face. She turned up her voice suddenly, looking straight at Christopher and said "For these years, you put all your heart in this photo, not willing to share your heart even a little bit with me?" This was the first time he saw Leslie's tears. He was astonished just for a second. He took two steps forward to look at Leslie with his brooding eyes. Then he still said mercilessly, "Leslie, I did not love you before, and would not love you in the future."

“Is he part of the Royal family? ” someone asks with a curious face as I make my way towards the King's conference room. “From what I know he is the only son of King Vegeta's younger brother. ” explains his partner with a smile as I walk past them. “No wonder he is so pathetically weak. ” says the first person with a nod. “Yeah if he wasn't the only remembrance of the weak prince the King would have already disposed of him. ” “No wonder he is only a servant of the Royal family instead of a squad member of the younger generation. ” Ignoring the positive words of my fellow Saiyan's I finally arrived at the King's conference just to find a certain purple cat stepping on the King's head while my cousin brother is unconscious in some corner of the room before asking with a smile “Uncle King I am done for today can I return home? ” “ This is not a good time Gin can't you see I am in a little bit of a bad situation over here. ” asks King Vegeta with a serious face without moving from his spot. **Boom** “You are a rather odd one for a Saiyan kid. ” says the Purple cat with an interested smile as he looks at me before kicking King Vegeta flying with a single kick man that must have hurt a lot. “Ah ~ thank you for your praise, Mr. Cat. ” I said with a smile feeling embarrassed by his good words while stroking the back of my head and that is my first meeting with the God of Distraction Bureaus of the Seventh Universe.

Izuku Midoriya has been living what most people would call a hard life. Bullies, being uncharacteristically shy, and being stuck without a power in a world where the norm is to be supernatural. In a hypothetical universe crafted to make you, the reader, yes you, violently sob, (Don't you feel special) Izuku Midoriya fell off a roof and lost his whole world. Upon his premature death in a hospital bed, Izuku finds there is more to this world than meets the eye and that death isn't the end of the story. Katsuki is broken. A boy he's known since birth is gone and it's his fault. Still, he applies to U.A academy, if not for the same reasons as before. Before, he wanted to be the best. To surpass even All Might. Now, he's doing it in his friend's place, to save people in remembrance and recognition. But secrets are abound even in the afterlife, and not everything is as it seems.

Waking up in what seems like absolute nothingness,our Protagonist's memories are just like the nothingness outside. He can't seem to remember his name,age or where he comes from. After being found in the nothingness by a strange entity which sends him someplace else,he finds himself in a forest,all alone...along with a System in his head! Thankfully,with a System,he will be able to remember who he is...problem being,the System also can't remember anything at all! Watch as the protagonist sets out on his journey to find out who he is along with his not-so-trustworthy System and another companion in his head that joins later on. But is finding out his identity worth the risk? What hidden and untold dangers lurk behind the secret of his identity,stopping him in his path to remembrance? And just what exactly lies ahead of him at the end of his goal? (I don't own the cover of the novel.)

“Ah-Li.” Only she. Only she dared call him in such an intimate manner. To his other women, to the Empress Consort herself, he was His Majesty, the Xinlong Emperor. The Empress Dowager, in an upsurge of tenderness, might have called him Your Highness, in remembrance of the days when he had been but a fourth Prince. But she, she would always trample his dignity underfoot. She, she would always flaunt her dominance in the Inner Palace. “Ah-Li, always remember the source from which you drink.” A cold shiver ran down his spine. She knew. He had come to ring the death knell for her. As he had rung it for so many before her. For his own flesh and blood. She knew. He hovered over her outstretched silhouette, looking down on her. Desire whipped his mind, fear grabbed him around the throat, making it ever so difficult for him to swallow the saliva that was accumulating in his mouth. Before he could even extend a hand, he felt a palm squarely setting against his abdomen. Pushing at it without ceremony. “It is Imperial Concubine Qin’s great honor to be attending His Majesty, the Emperor, in his chambers tonight. He better take his leave not to make her wait. This humble court lady is tired and wishes to rest.” ¤¤¤ Those Hūna brutes had been stricken dumb. They pillaged, they raped, they tortured, they killed. However, never had they seen a woman, a Hua woman at that, calmly coming out of a tent after having been stripped naked. Her spine straight, her chin kicked up high, her eyes glistening with contempt, she treaded forward. They took a step back as if they had seen an evil spirit. Deep laughter broke through the reigning silence. Right in front of her was he. Seated on a stool at the head of this little congregation, wiping the blade of his sword clean. The man whose eyes were like mother-of-pearl. Heyan Yu. She advanced towards him with all the confidence in the world. As if she were not about to be violated by a group of sordid barbarians. As if she were still the grand Noble Imperial Consort Huihuang. He observed her with those eyes she admired jealously. His smile was as full of contempt as was her posture. When she finally came to him, the expanse of her white skin blocking anything else from his view, he lifted his head. His voice was deep and reverberated through her whole body. “What does the beauty want from this humble one?” That is when her palm made contact with his face. Igniting a fire that would not be extinguished in their lifetimes. Stupidity deserved punishment. Heyan Yu truly was young. So young he had fallen into Ah-Li’s more than obvious trap. But she would set everything to right. His face contorted in shocked anger as his men let a horrified gasp escape them. Everyone who was the least familiar with his character would have known at that moment that blood would flow. But that Hua wretch simply turned around, her jet black hair twisting about her calves, and asked in a sing-song voice: “Well, who wishes to go first?” ------------------------------------------------------------------- [The magnificent cover was made by none other than the very talented, the all-conquering, the supreme Jenjibread. Check out her story "Crocodile Tears", I guarantee you will like it.]

In the age of legends, no one was acknowledged as a mage without comprehending at least two baron's magic. Belial the king of fire, Azar the remembrance of winter, Kaesh the damnation of the world and Orpheus the prism of the soul. Four of them were the source of the ancient magic in the universe... About two thousand years ago, at the culmination of the Great Ocean War, two more appeared, called Black and White Regads. After the ascension, known as La Shiva and Al Candra. What was four became six and that completely altered the geometry of classical magic, as it is contemplated in the Treaty of the Gates... Lucius is twelve years old village boy, who tragically lost his family. Haunted by the dreadful memories of the past, the only thing that pushes him forward is his baby sister. They get separated in an orphanage where she is sold to a rich family. Lucius then, with his newly acquired friend Michael, decides to escape foster home and rescue his sister. Though events unfold drastically, suddenly the whole city is in a state of catastrophe, everything is engulfed in a fiery hellfire and dire creatures roam around terrorizing the townsfolk. In a world, where the old equilibrium is lost, unknown forces arise, now the only goal for youngsters is to self-preserve. As the journey for survival begins, along the way, they will have to master new skills, confront the enemies they never imagined before, even in their most bizarre dreams. And the most challenging part will remain to avoid losing themselves in the process. As there is a thin line between fighting the monsters and becoming the one yourself in the process...

The Quanta infects all the other Life forms around it, enhancing it with magical abilities. Quanta is one of the purest and most natural energy of all time. ~I hope you will enjoy the world that I and my friends created way back when we were still in senior high school. We were just actually talking about it, sharing random stuff if it were to exist. I decided to write a story about it somehow, to leave a trace of memory that will serve as a remembrance for us in the future. Huge thanks to my friend Socrates the main contributor to this world. He was actually the one who gave several ideas and what I do is just jot them down, then draw ideas from those notes. Best of luck. Enjoy.

In a world where magic reigns supreme, there exists a tale of redemption and newfound purpose. Nash Azrael, once a mere mortal in a mundane existence, meets an unexpected fate as his life abruptly ends. However, his journey is far from over. Upon his demise, Nash finds himself whisked away into a realm brimming with ethereal energy and mystical wonders. As Nash awakens in this enigmatic world, he discovers that here, magic is not merely a force to be wielded, but a manifestation of one's soul. Every spell, every incantation, is drawn from the depths of one's being, resonating with the very essence of their existence. And so, Nash, reborn anew, finds himself endowed with the potential to harness this soul energy like never before. Starting his journey as a child in this vibrant land, Nash embarks on a quest of self-discovery and growth. At first, he grapples with the unfamiliarity of his surroundings, struggling to comprehend the intricacies of magic and the dangers that lurk within. Yet, guided by an unwavering resolve and fueled by the memories of his past life, Nash pushes forward, determined to carve out a destiny worthy of remembrance. As he traverses the diverse landscapes of this fantastical realm, Nash encounters a colorful cast of characters – from wise mentors to fierce adversaries, each imparting invaluable lessons along his path. Through trials and tribulations, victories and setbacks, Nash gradually hones his skills as a mage, mastering the art of soul energy manipulation with every passing day. But amidst the allure of power and the allure of adventure, Nash's heart remains tethered to the bonds he left behind in his former life. His love for family and friends fuels his determination, serving as a beacon of hope in the darkest of times. And so, whether facing down malevolent sorcerers or embarking on perilous quests, Nash fights not only for the greater good but for the ones he holds dear.