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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.

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.

You think you know how this story goes. Some pathetic loser from Earth gets hit by a truck and reborn as a glorious hero in a fantasy world. Blessed with an all-powerful system, a harem of beautiful, adoring women, and a future paved with easy victories and triumphant battles. That’s what I was promised. A cosmic redo, a chance to shed my pathetic skin as a cynical, basement-dwelling hater and finally live a life of consequence. Only… the script was flipped. The so-called "goddesses" were laughing, and the "destiny" they handed me was a sick joke. The power I received wasn't for fighting dragons; it was for something far more interesting. My path wasn't paved with gold—it was littered with the shattered remains of my own foolish optimism. The people I was meant to save became my betrayers. My allies were my first enemies. And the world I thought I could conquer became a relentless, mind-breaking grind set to hell mode. It’s funny, isn't it? When you're a professional hater, you think you've seen the worst of humanity. This world showed me I was just an amateur. My greatest weapon isn't a legendary sword or a fire-spitting spell. It's a collection. A Pokédex of souls I've captured. I don't catch monsters; I capture people. Not their bodies, but their very will. There's a moment in everyone's life—a moment of ultimate despair, a crushing betrayal, a total loss of purpose—when their spirit shatters. I learned to recognize that moment. I learned to harvest it. These aren’t mindless servants. They are broken, remade, and eternally loyal to me. They possess all their skills and memories, but their core motivation is now just to serve my will. They are my ultimate pawns, and their loyalty is not a gift; it's a consequence of their suffering. Some call me a monster. I just call it a different kind of grind. I'm not the only one playing this game. I've found others—fellow misanthropes, each with their own unique brand of villainy. We meet in lavish, hidden dens, surrounded by wealth we've stolen from the foolish and the weak. We scheme, we lie, and we laugh at the stupidity of this world. We are a gathering of villains, but we don't even trust each other. Everyone here has a secret. But there is one person in this world who stands out. A paragon of justice. The handsome, charismatic hero with a tragic backstory and unwavering resolve. He’s everything I was promised. He’s the chosen one with the absurdly powerful "Friendship" ability, and he's my nemesis. He’s a flawless archetype. Too perfect, if you ask me. This isn’t a battle between good and evil. It’s a fight for the narrative. The hero believes he is the protagonist, destined to save this world. He's so sure of it. But I'm the one writing the story. The only way to win a rigged game is to become the game master. This is my second life, and I'm not playing by their rules. I'm making my own. You think you know how this ends? You don't. And I'm inviting you to find out Group https://www.reddit.com/r/chaosandcanon/s/F9XXA5C61F-reddit https://t.me/+7YlPJOIsHOU3MDI8 -telegram

"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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La verdad que ser el hijo menor de Michael no fue lo peor que pudo pasar, ah, también este molesto menu en mi vista, pero mi cerebro ya lo puede ignorar fácilmente como una nariz Al nacer literalmente en GTA 5 me nombraron Enzo, Enzo de santa Asi que básicamente puedo forgar mi propia historia aquí en los santos.... O ver como va con mi presencia en la historia original, que va, ahí veré

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