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*In a fractured multiverse teetering on the brink of collapse, the crew of the *Vanta Skimmer* are not heroes — they are survivors. Bound by loss, betrayal, and buried secrets, they drift between timelines and realities, scavenging relics from forgotten empires and dodging the wrath of cosmic predators. But when they stumble upon an ancient metaphysical artifact — a piece of the Loom, the very structure that weaves existence — everything changes. Now pursued by godlike beings known as the Harbingers and haunted by echoes of broken timelines, the crew must confront a terrifying question: what happens when mortals gain the power to rewrite destiny itself? As timelines collapse and realities bleed together, alliances will shatter, identities will unravel, and the fabric of space-time may never be the same again. Amidst all this chaos, a singular thread of hope emerges — but following it could cost them everything. **The Vanta Skimmer** is a genre-bending sci-fi epic, weaving emotional depth with cosmic scale, and exploring the cost of power, memory, and the courage to start anew. ---

Grey stood by his office window, overlooking the city, a sense of despair washing over him. "I can't believe it. Maybe I'm not meant to be loved," he muttered to himself. He recalled the words, "Grey, I'll be back for you," uttered just days after his divorce from his treacherous wife, Christina. The betrayal had shattered his heart, turning his once passionate love life into a cold, calculated pursuit of success. He had sworn to never fall in love again, his heart hardening with each passing day. All he had ever wanted was a genuine, committed relationship, but Christina's ruthless attempt to seize his wealth had crushed that dream. A year later, he had achieved his success, becoming a renowned businessman, but his heart remained broken. Just when he thought all hope was lost, a new woman entered his life. Carmen, the new secretary at Grey Telecommunications Inc., brought a ray of light into his darkened world. Drawn to her warmth and kindness, Grey found himself falling deeper and deeper in love. Their love deepened, culminating in a Valentine's Day proposal in Paris, which Carmen accepted. They returned to Los Angeles, planning to announce their engagement a few weeks later. Grey returned to his business, only to discover that $500 million had been stolen from his bank account. His fiancée had also vanished. The pieces slowly fell into place. Grey realized he had been tricked again. Fueled by anger and betrayal, Grey hired a team of military-trained detectives to track Carmen thinking she was the exact cause of his financial loss. He vowed to destroy the innocent Carmen, who had nothing to do with his financial loss, Grey left everything behind, his heart consumed by a burning desire for revenge. This was no longer just a love story; it had become a dangerous pursuit of justice. _____________________ Ps I own all characters in this novel and all scenes are all my own

The multi millionaire Lennox Blanco .The most fearless Mafia leader who always gets away with everything but things take a huge turn when they find him in possession of drugs and in the most dangerous situation. As arrogant as he is, he fails to listen and finds himself thrown in prison. Most lawyers who try to take him out of prison fail because of hisbehavior and his alter ego but will Lainey Brown transforms things or fall on the line of many?.

Esta es la historia de Lilian Jones, una chica que ha salido de la universidad y está buscando trabajo, un día se encuentra con el que podría ser su amor verdadero o el peor de los amores que ha tenido, ella ha pasado por una relación tóxica pero no sé da cuenta de que podría meterse en otra............... O no.

7 th November is the day I was born.Yes,I'm a scorpio zodiac sign,the most dangerous zodiac of them all. The most powerful and the most controlling.We just love power. We care about a few and we're always in control but deep down inside we are weak. We crave true love that only the purest hearts can give, one which we're ready to return with the same energy. We fall in love fully, without holding back and when they leave us the pain is heartbreaking because we gave it our all. We cry in our beds alone at night and appear like we don't care during the day infront of everyone. You probably know by now that I'm a scorpio and that I'm in love, and was in love too with people I term as the " wrong people" and it breaks my heart. The memories,, they're still as fresh. No one has been in contact with my vulnerable and human side since I rub off to people as a cold-hearted bitch (which I don't care about of course) ,maybe you'll be the first.

There is a box inside is another box and inside that is another box is there an end Probably Maybe ?

Paradox of Becoming If everything becomes, what keeps the becoming whole? We call it change — a verb inhaling the world — and yet we name a steadiness within its breath. Here is the puzzle: when flux itself endures, does its motion still count as motion, or has motion become a way of being? Think of a river: not the water, but the riverhood — a persistent form made of passing. Its sameness is not an absence of change but a pattern of it; a grammar that repeats difference. So perhaps constancy is a durational character of change, a species of continuity woven from transient threads. Would we split the world into two neat jars — constancy on one shelf, change on another — and call the mystery resolved? No: categories are cartographers’ lines, useful but not absolute. When a law holds through flux, it is not immune; it is the law of flux. To say change is constant is to name a property of the process, not to erase its restlessness. Observe the sun and moon: steady in their rounds, yet each rise and fall is singular, never twice the same. Their constancy is statistical, not identical; a habitual recurrence, an expectation born of habit. Where their paths intersect an eclipse: two constants reconfigure, and the moment exposes the contingency beneath the habit. Language itself betrays us: “constant” smells like stone, “change” like wind. But words are tools, not captains. Philosophy invites us to suspend the commands we give the world, to listen where our categories creak. If change contains constancy, and constancy harbors change, then identity is not a point but a relation — a holding-together of difference across time. So let us not demand absolutes where process reigns. Let metaphysics be less the claim of unmoving ground and more the study of patterns that persist amid becoming. Truth then becomes relational: the statement that survives inquiry, the habit that returns despite disruption. We learn to read constancy as a style of change, and change as the form in which constancy speaks. This is not resolution but reconciliation: a method for living with paradox, not eliminating it. For if being itself is a verb, then stability is an ongoing doing; and if doing endures, then endurance is also a mode of becoming. In the end the question is patient: who we are is answered by the way we answer change — by the patterns we keep, and by the willingness to be remade by what we keep.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!

Shocking! The rough husband is the hidden master in the time-travel novel. She is the sacrificial victim for the male lead's pursuit of true love, the pitiful person who transforms grief and indignation into motivation, the obsessive person who constantly wants to slap the male lead's face with money, the lemon essence contrasting the female lead’s gentleness and generosity. Xu Qinghuan: Emma, is this talking about me? Xu Qinghuan transmigrated into a book, into a time-travel novel written by her best friend, where her father died early, her mother remarried, and she was raised in her second uncle's home since childhood. Her cousin and fiancé are entangled? "Break off the engagement, whoever wants the central air conditioner can take it!" Her biological mother manipulates her with work? Isn't it just going to the countryside? The Great Northeast's black land is fertile, where every year you can lie on the heated kang and eat for half the year. Which corporate slave wouldn’t love it? Most importantly, there is a big shot she wants to cling to. Jiang Xingye is someone that even the male lead admires, the future global richest man, the hidden master in the book. After going to the countryside, Xu Qinghuan goes straight to Jiang Xingye. Her original plan was to be a little follower for the big shot and never thought of developing an inappropriate relationship with him. When the man gruffly raises his eyebrows and coaxingly tells her to hold on a little longer, she only wants to ask: What about being wealthy and detached? What about having a strong career ambition and no time for romance? What about being a 007 workaholic who doesn’t even return home?