woody walk

Ed is not from this world. Last he remembered, he had been on a quest to save someone's life, a debt he must repay. But he was deceived. stuck in a lace called the mist, a bridge between worlds, time and space its self, a place gods would not go, he must not only find his way home, he must find out who he is, that the entire universe aims to kill him. With past lives to uncover and companions that should not walk any world. Will he loose himself to the mist or become what he has forgotten? both roads lead to doom, but whose?

(This is the better-edited version. The free version as a gift from this author for going on hiatus too long.) Ed is not from this world. Last he remembered he had been on a quest to save someone's life, a debt he must repay. But he was deceived. stuck in a place called the mist, a bridge between worlds, time and space itself, a place gods would not go, he must not only find his way home, he must find out who he is, that the entire universe aims to kill him. With past lives to uncover and companions that should not walk any world. Will he lose himself to the mist or become what he has forgotten? both roads lead to doom, but whose? (Hi, the author here. I went on a year-long hiatus and am back. this is the better-edited version of this book posted here cause the new chapters are better structured and the old needed editing. I will post the new chapters on whichever platform has the most readers, though I am hoping it is this one because the edits are here. Enjoy.)

After the introverted and socially anxious Shen Lang's blind date fails, he binds with a Love Assistance System! As long as he increases a girl's affection for him, he can receive various generous rewards! In the afternoon, he meets with the landlady to sign the rental contract. Looking at the voluptuous and still charming married woman, Shen Lang casually compliments her, "You look so young, sister!" The landlady smiles sweetly, her face blushing with both shyness and delight, "You're quite the flatterer, young man. I'm almost 40, you know, getting old!" At this moment, the system provides three responses. Your response is? 1. "You're 40? That's impressive, if it were me, I'd be dead by now!" 2. "Not old at all, in fact..."

Even after knowing what came next.... I still accepted. A deal with the devil herself. A devil, in the form of a goddess. I accepted a life that I knew wouldn't end well, a life that was worse off than the very curel one I already lived. But I still choose to do it. I chose to become the villain.

Would you give your sight... the very essence of that sense of yours...? So that never again would you be able to see again. For the simple ability to heal. Take upon the injuries of those you care for. As with a single touch. They shall be healed. Whether it be a broken limb... a bruise... or even a whole arm... nothing, not a single thing within your grasp will ever be broken. Yet when I opened my eyes... it was not the kaleidoscope of colors I knew the world as... nor the exuberant face of my sister. No, it was to this empty void. Filled only by my sense of touch. "Of course" There was no other answer that would satisfy my will. For this was my choice... and my choice alone. ... When the world was created... populated by species upon species of beings. Yet a drop here... a star that may have yet to burst. A small flap of some God's coat. For the world was given life. Life greater than others. For they could use magic. An ability so wondrous that many nations had been created and felled in the harrowed halls of libraries. Yet this ability was not equal, and neither was the strength of will. For it appeared within women, every man that was born... for every one of them, there was an equal thousand women. As for magic. A rare occurrence already, made even more rare by the gap. A change in dynamic. For there was not some great king... there was not one holy emperor. Or even a god. There was a queen... a holy empress.... a Goddess. For man's place was not on the battlefield but upon the soft ballrooms, kitchens laden with instruments of creation rather than destruction. Married into well families that cared for them like precious possessions.

FRIENDSHIP WITH LOVE SERIES BOOK 1 OCEAN & RHIANNA (2019) Rhianna came from a surroundings where not too crowded people. She transferred school due to her family decision after her mother passed away. It was her senior year to a new school and new faces that she needs to adjust. However, she did not expect that her life would change into something she did not imagine. Friendship and love. He slowly opened his eyes, a glimpse of light from the surrounding. He came to his senses that he was not in his room. He realized that he was in the hut with Rhianna. ‘Oh yeah, Rhianna where is she?’ Ocean felt something of his body. He looked down and saw Rhianna was hugging him and his arm was in hers too. He was trying to recall what happened. He had a fever and Rhianna was talking to him about taking a medicine. From that, he could not remember the rest. ‘They were inside his sleeping bag and … they were naked.’ His mind was blank. ‘Why are they naked?’ Then he recalled that Rhianna was saying something when he was so freaking cold. He could not exactly remember what she said but he can understand why she had to do what she needs to do. Maybe that is why they were naked.

When his lover is killed while they're on a job, Kegan goes into seclusion, vowing never to return to the Agency, the covert organization they worked for. His handler has other ideas, tricking Kegan into coming back, then partnering him with Gage to find and eliminate Ash, a rogue operative.<br><br>Kegan and Gage locate Ash only to discover he's on the run because he found out that Patterson, the head of the Agency, is not what he seems. When the three men team up to bring Patterson down, will their budding personal relationship save them -- or get them killed?

A poor and weak young man has been bullied by thugs hundreds of times since he was a child, and one day he was beaten by gangsters until he almost died, then suddenly something powerful came out of his birth mark on his left hand. That's the beginning of his adventure. Mastering his ability is the key to achieving his glory.

We follow a story of former notorious mercenary that now becaming a cop name Hafiz He thinking whatever he did in past is irremediable and he just keep doing whatever he knew as merc now as a cop As cop people inside his apartment saw him as a merc not a cop that willing to deal with his department mess and of course he need to deal with corrupt official, criminal organization and of course the elite who pull the string He not alone he had someone who close to him very close 'The voice' who accompany him since he a child after a particular incident ps: damn it sound like terrible writhing

Arya Rathore, a 29-year-old girl, owns an art gallery in Jaipur, India. Her dream is to meet and study her muse in person, the great artist and painter, Alessandro Mancini. Things take a sharper turn when she finds herself standing near the death's door. She must strive to fulfil her dream by hook or by crook before she runs out of time. And the only person who can get her there is his son, Lionel Mancini, the arrogant, mysterious yet inadvertently irresistible and one of the most powerful men in West Coast USA. There is something dark about him that she can't put her finger on. Would she be able to con Lionel and acquire her lifelong dream? Or would she get buried in the ground before its time?......