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Before the divorce, Gloria White was selfish, vicious, and unscrupulous in Jordy Collins' mind! After the divorce, the man, who claimed that only fools would fall in love with her, was broken!"Gloria, I love you. Will you remarry me?""Gloria, I was wrong. Will you forgive me?""Gloria, I'll make it up to you with the rest of my life. Let's remarry!"Gloria snapped, "Will you leave me alone? Stop pestering me like a fly!"Jordy groveled. "Gloria, call me a simp! You're my one and only!"Gloria laughed out loud. Why would she, an elite lawyer, a world-renowned doctor, and a top hacker remarry him and be his pet? "I said no, you wanker, get out of my face!"

Jin Yang received a birthday present at the age of 20. He received a baby wrapped in a blanket and placed it in a box. The paternity test results told him that this was indeed his child. What? What did that happen? In Jin Yang's memory, he had never had sex with a woman. How did this child come about? Lin Shenshen had gotten pregnant before marriage and was despised by her family. She had liked Jin Yang for many years, but one day, she disappeared. She would never pester Jin Yang again and stop him from getting close to other girls. Jin Yang gave the child a name. He realized that this brat was very smart, but his personality was becoming more and more like the girl in his memory. Six years later, at Lin Shenshen's lowest, Jin Yang found her along with his son. "I'll find you a beautiful stepmother." "What about my own mother? Is she not as pretty as this young lady?" Lin Shenshen picked up her son and kissed him on the cheek. "Where did this child come from?" "Baby, let Mommy tell you—you were born in Mommy's dream!" The couple, Lin Shenshen and Jin Yang, kept teasing the little kid. Jin Yang, "Honey, why don't you elaborate? How did you give birth in your dream?!"

Apprentice, go down the mountain and seek your senior sister, let her teach you the art of bone-setting and to promote Taoist magic. Chu Yi's wish was finally fulfilled, girls! Here I come! It's just that...

A false Sword Saint: Faintly discernible Martial Art and a matchless Sword Art. Killing one man with every ten steps, no traces left behind in ten miles. A genuine Sword Saint: A deep and resounding bloodline, peerless strength, an inexhaustible power and one chop to destroy the world. This is the story of a Swords Saint taking the path of a tank who cuts everything down on his path.

It all began with a poor orphan who would work every day for long hours to pay for his Aunt's medical bills. When his life begins to fall apart and he is homeless sleeping in an alleyway he hears a robotic voice. {Do you wish to integrate with the Dungeon System} "Yes" he answers, without much to lose. And from then his life had never been the same. He was taken into a dungeon each night to hunt and he began to realise just how little he really knew about the world that was much wider than he thought. Discord Server: https://discord.gg/TtnGfdKanr Note: I do not own cover art

They had been married for three years. Samara Novak thought that no matter how cold Chaim Humphrey's heart was, he must have been moved by her. However, when Samara was forced to kneel in the memorial hall of the Humphrey family, she realized that he had no heart at all. In this case, why should she continue to be with him? Therefore, when Chaim asked her to choose between kneeling and divorce, Samara chose to divorce him without hesitation. She was still young! Why should she waste her time on such a bastard like Chaim? It was a much better choice for her to go back home. Then she could inherit her tens of millions of dollars of family assets and enjoy her time. That was how her life should be!

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

<p><strong>A conspiracy, her and his marriage broken up overnight. Five years later, in order to save her child, she was willing to become a tool in his bed, even if it meant being lowly in the dust.</strong></p><p>She had once imagined that she would try to warm his cold heart …</p><p>At the end of her despair, she finally realized that everything was just her wishful thinking.</p><p>"Du Jinniang, if we miss him, we miss him. We can&#x27;t go back."</p><p>He held her hand tightly and said with a firm tone, "Zino, since the heavens gave me a chance to save you, I won&#x27;t let you go even if I die …"</p>

Mimpi yang aneh mendatangi Honey di sebuah malam yang dingin. Membuatnya bertemu dengan sesosok mahluk misterius dengan wajah rupawan yang mengaku sebagai seorang vampir. Dia pikir bunga tidur itu akan berlalu begitu dirinya membuka mata. Namun siapa sangka, mahluk itu malah mengikutinya ke alam nyata. Menawarkan pertemanan yang tak biasa di antara mereka. Namun itu baru permulaan. Karena setelah si vampir yang bernama Night itu hadir, banyak hal tak terduga dan tak masuk akal yang mulai terjadi di kehidupan Honey. Membuatnya harus berjuang mati-matian untuk sebuah misi rahasia yang dibawa oleh Night. Misi rahasia seperti apa? Temukan jawabannya di dalam cerita.

Alexander, a world-class sales training expert and a holder of the Social Tyrant certification, found himself transported to a parallel universe, entering a world that seemed straight out of a horror story. However, this world wasn't as terrifying as he had initially thought. In this realm, being a social maestro meant you could do almost anything you pleased. Leveraging his exceptional social skills, Alexander turned even the most fearsome ghosts into friends. Moreover, as his rapport with them grew, he received additional rewards. Affinity Level 60 Headless Ghost: "If you like, I can give you this head as a keepsake." Affinity Level 100 Female Ghost Teacher: "Darling, stay with me tonight, and let me show you what the Ice and Fire truly feel like!"