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My Dear, This is Mint. this story's main Protagonist. you guessed it right, I like men. like a lot, literally. yes, I am the one, belong to that 10% population which consider as the minority, The LGBTQ+. but if you take aside the sexuality agenda, I'm a normal person like you. I have a family, friends like more than brother and sister. suitable college life and a friend that I have a crush on. I wake up early daily, take bath, eat meals regularly, and always be on time for college, being studious is my nature. posses talents and hobbies and thinking uniquely. facing difficulties and stress, dealing with them, and all stuff like that. I am as normal as you are as extraordinary as you are. practically I possess every characteristic of human beings. and this is my story. "Mint, have you make contact with any of our friends?" "I trying to call them, but no one is available at this moment. I'm now afraid. they might not get hurt?" "I don't know but I think they may be safe. I trust God for their safety. we just need to configure this Idea." "You might be true. I guess this earthquake might not cause any damage to them. but still, can't make any contact with them makes me more worried as per second passes." "Keep Hope Mint. everything will be fine. the disaster has passed. now we just have to figure out where their locations are. but first, you need to take a deep breath and calm your blood pressure down. don't be panic." "I am trying to calm myself down. but, as time passes I can't stop worrying about them. and I might keep worrying like this until I discover they are safe." I say a msg dropped into my phone. I rapidly get up and gear up for helping them. "Han, I should go and look for them. you have to rest" "I can't sit around and do nothing. when I knew my friends are out there. they might need my help. I should go too." "No, please, you are in no condition right now. look at you. you barely even walk right now. if you get out like this you have me behind to worry about you too." "but!" "I do not afford to listen to any excuses right now. just be here and I take the rest of the part to make sure they are safe." My heart-eating me out of worry. this is a case of emergency, of course, I would. why not. but nonetheless, I wasn't thinking straight. when I started to think, why I was running so desperate to the first destination. when I received the location like this crazy? I might say I can't judge myself for what reason my heart is shouting me to 'run' fast as I can. move my feet as I can, towards the person it might desire to take a glimpse to his safety. yes, I am figuring out myself too, why? why him? why this particular person my heart has a desire to see this extensively out of anyone in this entire planet right now? The upper phase might not be a question. but it might rather be it's an answer to itself. I just have to figure out what.

A orphan who was adopted was discovered of special abilities. Wanting to find out about her parents, she met a boy in school that she soon fell in love with.

The Real Hero The concrete felt colder at night. It pressed against Jay’s back, hard and unyielding, as if the city itself wanted to remind him that he didn’t belong. He pulled his jacket tighter, thin as it was, and tried to ignore the ache in his stomach—a hunger that had become as familiar as his own name. People passed by, eyes averted. Sometimes they muttered, “Get a job,” or “Why don’t you fix yourself?” as if he hadn’t tried. As if he hadn’t filled out dozens of applications, only to be told he didn’t have the right address, the right phone, the right look. As if he hadn’t stood in line at shelters, hoping for a bed, or waited at soup kitchens, hoping for a meal. He’d done everything he could. He’d swallowed his pride, asked for help, tried to keep hope alive in a world that seemed determined to snuff it out. But the system was a maze with no exit, and every door he found was locked tight. Still, every morning, Jay woke up and faced the day. He found a way to keep going, even when the weight of it all threatened to crush him. He found small reasons—a smile from a stranger, the warmth of the sun on his face, the memory of better days. He found ways to cope, ways to survive, even when survival felt like the hardest thing in the world. People judged him for how he coped, for the choices he made just to get through another day. But they didn’t see the courage it took to keep trying, to keep breathing, to keep living in a world that seemed to have no place for him. At the end of the day, Jay knew the truth: The real heroes weren’t the ones with money or power, the ones who looked away and pretended not to see. The real heroes were the ones who kept going, who kept fighting, who refused to give up, even when they had nothing left. And then, something changed. Jay started sharing his story with others who were struggling, not just with words but with actions—offering a blanket, a kind word, a moment of understanding. He showed that real kindness wasn’t about a camera or a headline; it was about seeing people, really seeing them, and caring enough to act. His message spread, one person at a time, creating a chain reaction of genuine kindness and care. People started helping each other, not for applause, not for a show, but because they finally understood what it meant to be human. Jay couldn’t help but think of all the so-called “kindness” he’d seen on TV, the staged generosity and choreographed smiles. Ellen DeGeneres, for example—did you ever stop and think maybe your show got canceled because the world needs real change, not just reel change? Maybe people are finally waking up to the fact that what we need isn’t a feel-good segment, but a movement of real compassion. As Jay watched the city lights flicker in the darkness, he realized that surviving wasn’t about fixing himself. It was about refusing to be broken by a world that didn’t care, and about inspiring others to do the same. It was about holding on, no matter what, and finding hope in the smallest of things—and in each other. That, he decided, was what it really meant to be alive. He can't afford to pay attention... and he did, what's your excuse?! it's not about who you help Ellen you've helped so many people right? who did you ignore!? and yet I'm called crazy you claim you want to help people but then the people who actually need your help you avoid at the request of people you don't even question y!!! wh

We all know the story of Cinderella, right? Well, what would happen if she went to Hell to ask the Devil one small favor? Fed up with her family's constant abuse, English young teenager Barbara Butler, signs a contract with The Devil to enact revenge on her family. Based on the well-known fairy tale with elements of horror, the story follows Barbara Butler, a young girl who resides in a small town called Nomansland in Wiltshire, England during the 17th century. She lives with her mother Marie and her twin stepsisters Courtney and Valerie who frequently abuse her to the point of violating her rights as a human. When her family continues to abuse her, Barbara retaliates by summoning a succubus from Hell who witnessed her chanting "Hella Rella's Coming for You" in her bedroom. Because of this, she is dragged down to Hell where she encounters the Prince of Darkness: Satan. After confessing her problems, she becomes one of Satan's servants by becoming the infamous demoness "Hella Rella" by signing a contract with him. She now vows revenge on her family, for torturing her throughout her life, through gruesome acts. Hella Rella draws inspiration from the Cinderella story; it combines elements of the dark fantasy and horror genres with religious themes. Parental Advisory: Explicit content Related series: Codename Ultimate (crossover series), Lethal Servant (alternate story), Euphoria: God's Stepchild (alternate story)

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SHE is a beautiful high schooler and he is a handsome college student., was their meeting a good or a bad thing? Let’s wait and see what the future reserve for them....?

La historia se centra en Kell Harbrick y Alice (la Doll) una pareja que deberá superar antiguas heridas, pero antes pasarán por una serie de aventuras llenas de sexo, acción y frenesí.

Tracy Alfred, who was a graduate without a job to care for herself and family. She was a central of every day topic in her home because of lack of job, her father wasn't helping the matter as what he does is drink himself to stupor and her mother who is tired of clothing her force her into looking for a job. Her life change from pauper to billionaire wife, when she meet with the young billionaire, Martin Cornelius.

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!