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I found myself in a parallel universe, awakening as a male priest. Everything seemed perfect; after all, as a healer, specializing in aiding women should pose no issue, right? However, I couldn't help but wonder about some peculiar spells in my repertoire. Firstly, what in the world is the "Instantaneous Outbreak of Acute Gastroenteritis" spell? And don't even get me started on the "Osteoporosis" spell. What purpose could these serve in my healing endeavors? The confusion only deepened with spells like "Blood Burn," "Gradual Freeze," and "Mental Chaos." Can I still peacefully focus on healing women with such ominous abilities? Comparing my spells to those of other professions, I couldn't help but notice the stark contrast. Mages wield "Doomstorm" and "Ice Age," swordsmen boast "Sword Rain: Homecoming" and "Wind-Cutter Slash," while archers showcase "Arrow Rain: Shooting Stars" and "Storm Arrow." Yet, my ultimate spells are disturbingly named "Cancer Cell Proliferation," "T-Virus Infection," and "Rabies Outbreak." In the midst of it all, a certain character, some crying girl, laments, "Noooo, I just took a bath, who would have thought that I would become infected!" Meanwhile, a villain chillingly asks, "Do any of you know what it feels like to burst apart while spouting blood? No! You don't know!" Even a boss character confesses, "Dear family, who can understand? I just took a nap, and when I woke up, I suddenly found that I have no kidneys!"

Mandolin Trump, frustrated by the world system, was determined to become a rich pastor but not without the supernatural powers of wizard Demora Tala. Soon the house of faith suffered a lot of evil under his watch, but what is left to be told, that the ears of men have not heard? The secret sins and the darkness that crawled unseen reveal the unbelievable. Perhaps something out of this world! And as more darkness crept into Mandolin’s thought, he knew that the desires of his flesh must be a priority. Soon the passion journey began. As he narrowed his eyes into the future, he never saw the great mistake ahead. Sexual passion made him insane & powers got him drunk. Soon the covenant was broken. The bad and ugly started— What will become of his ministry when the source of his power desires to take their powers back from him because of a broken covenant? What will become of his 20,000-plus congregation kept under the shades of darkness? How will he handle the power of fleshly lust eating deep into his bones? The battle has only just begun between Mandolin and the powers that made him. Soon, he realized there is an alternative ultimate power he could rely on to soar above the power dragging him with chains to die the death for abuse of covenant, he ignorantly undermines its supernatural potential. Now, he only has one chance of escape— Will he survive? Or die before dawn? Or fight back to stay alive!

i loved God with all my heart. I always had. My faith was my everything, the very foundation of my soul. I preached His word with passion, believing that His light would guide me through life's struggles. But what do you do when the very person you trusted the most, someone you thought was a fellow servant of God, betrays you in the most horrific way? David, the church member I had gone on that preaching mission with, sold me. Sold me to a sex trafficker, all to settle a debt. I thought I knew him. I thought I trusted him. He was supposed to be a brother in Christ, yet I found myself shipped away from Nigeria to Ghana, a stranger in a foreign land, torn apart by people who had no mercy for me. For fourteen years, I was a commodity. My body was used, my spirit crushed, my hope shattered. Every day felt like an eternity, a silent scream echoing in the pit of my soul. I felt worthless. I felt stained, as though everything I had believed in had betrayed me. The woman I was before, full of love for God, was no longer there. I had become a shadow, a shell of the person I once was. But then, as cruel as it may seem, I found a way out. A sickness—HIV—took my body and nearly destroyed me, but it also freed me. It allowed me to escape the nightmare that had been my life for so long. I came back home, broken and afraid, unsure of how to go on. And then I saw him. David. The man who sold me. The one who caused me so much pain. The one who had watched me break and never even cared. Now he stood there, in front of a church. A pastor. The man who had destroyed my life was now hailed as a man of God. He had "found Christ," they said. He had changed. I could see it in his eyes how he was adored, respected, worshipped by others. He was praised for his redemption, for his newfound faith. I wanted to scream. How could he be forgiven when I had been left to rot? How could he stand there, preaching, when he was the one who betrayed me? I felt like God had turned His back on me. I had prayed. I had trusted. I had begged Him for help, for mercy, and yet, He let this happen to me. He let David destroy my life and then gave him a new one ,one of power, respect, and forgiveness. And where was I? I was left broken, lost in the mess of my own shattered faith. I wanted to feel His love again, I truly did. I wanted to believe that He hadn't abandoned me, but I couldn't. Not anymore. How could I? How could I ever trust a God who allowed this betrayal to happen and then rewarded the one who caused it? I loved the church once. I loved the feeling of belonging, of being part of something bigger than myself. But now? Now, I felt nothing but anger and betrayal. Every time I saw David preaching, I saw my suffering. I saw my brokenness. I didn't know how to reconcile the faith I once had with the bitter reality I lived in. I felt so lost, so alone. How could I go back to God, knowing that He had let me suffer for so long? How could I love a God who had allowed me to be thrown away, only to let the one who destroyed me rise to greatness? I didn't know if I could ever forgive. I didn't know if I could ever heal. All I knew was that I was a stranger to my own faith now, and I had no idea where to go from here.

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a monster, that was for them, my family and friends, they were gone, because of me. I became someone who didn't deserve to be named, who deserved to be killed. to go back to another life and relive my past, it was something that one day had to happen.

Manusia membawa ikatan yang terjalin secara tak kasat mata saat terlahir ke dunia. Ikatan yang akan membawa hidup menuju jalan yang ditakdirkan, jalinan kuat yang terus menjadi bayang dimana pun kita berada. "Aku tak pernah membenci hidupku, dari awal semua sudah ditakdirkan untukku. Beruntung atau sial aku tak peduli. Ikatan itu mungkin terikat kuat, hingga rasanya sulit untuk bernapas. Tapi karena ini aku, aku tak peduli. Aku akan melepasnya dengan semua usaha yang ku punya". Saat memilih untuk berhenti berlari, bukankah lebih baik untuk istirahat sejenak?, atau setidaknya kita bisa berjalan perlahan. Tak apa, asal jangan berhenti. Karena bahagia masih menunggu dengan sabar di ujung sana.

Estos relatos, historias, pensamientos, ideas o como las quieras llamar están basados en el talento de muchas personas de las cuales he podido aprender y a las cuales he tenido la dicha de observar y conocer a lo largo de mi vida, por ellas es posible narrar estas historias, ya que me han permitido indagar, analizar sus acciones, decisiones y pensamientos; que los condujeron a tales aptos o acciones ante las difíciles circunstancias y obstáculos; algunos nombres han sido cambiados en el proceso de narración para proteger la privacidad y las verdaderas identidades de quienes son parte importante de estas historias, a ellas les agradezco por su apoyo y por haber compartido y convivido con migo atraves de los años estas historias, ideas, pensamientos, ideales, leyendas e historias personales. Algunos de los sucesos descritos son producto y el resultado de la imaginación que aún vive en mí, aunque les parezca sencillo; (redactar, narrar, detallar, recordar e idear diferentes personajes), les confieso que no lo es, para mí todo esto a sido nuevo y comprendo un poco a todos aquellos que han escrito y publicado algo en sus vidas. Esto no lo hago por sentirme superior a nadie, es todo lo contrario, al convivir con muchas personas he aprendido de ellas y siempre termino asombrado por cada una de ellas, les agradezco de corazón, porque aunque no lo crean hacen parte de mis recuerdos y estoy seguro que siempre estarán allí. Como escritor de estas sumas destacadas de letras, palabras, frases, párrafos, historias, hojas y demás, me declaro una persona parcial, porque el realizar este tipo de actividad resulta ser algo magnifico, además después de un tiempo cuando vuelva a leer o releer las narraciones aquí plasmadas, me asombrare de lo que una vez escribí. Dejare el juicio de su valor a aquellos que compartan con migo estos escritos y les pido que al final me otorguen sus apreciaciones, que yo las apreciare tal vez más que un tesoro. Atte:   ː̗̀†̣̣̇ː̖́ = D£SV= ː̗̀†̣̣̇

"andai dulu kita ga kenal, mungkin gue ga akan sesulit ini lepasin lo" -jesica "shit! kenapa gue lepasin cewe sebaik dia!" -elang _______________________ "lang lo pilih gue kan?" pertanyaan yang membuatnya menyesal telah melepaskan gadis yang berharga itu.

She gave her heart. He gave his silence. Twenty years later, she still writes to him in her mind—hoping he might read between the lines. The Past Hasn’t Passed is a deeply emotional novel about Yuli, a woman torn between what was and what will never be. Through poetic memories, flashbacks, and raw reflections, she takes the reader through a love story that never found closure. A novel for anyone who ever had to say goodbye twice—once in life, and once in their heart. And the only question that lingers, page after page: Chris… did you ever love me?

Arkadewi Kahlila Bagaskara adalah putri kesayangan Malik Bagaskara. Pria berusia 52 tahun itu selalu saja menempatkan Lila di takhta tertinggi hidupnya. Sampai pada akhirnya Lila pergi dari rumah. Hilang entah ke mana? Hanya sepucuk surat yang ditinggalkan. Sejak saat itu kehidupan Malik menjadi tidak baik-baik saja. Lima tahun berlalu Lila berhasil ditemukan, tapi ada tanda tanya besar di balik itu semua. Siapa anak kecil yang memanggil Lila dengan panggilan bunda? Dan kenapa wajahnya sangat mirip dengan Widyanata Restu Ernaldi yang notabenenya adalah sepupu Lila?