oko vagabond

Letisha n'a jamais pensé épouser quelqu'un. Sa belle-mère et sa belle-sœur l'ont chassée, la forçant à travailler dur pour payer ses propres frais de scolarité. La seule raison pour laquelle elle doit le faire est que son père l'oblige à épouser un homme riche et laid, qui a promis d'investir dans l'entreprise de son père. Pour se débarrasser de ce mariage, Letisha décide d'épouser le vagabond qu'elle a sauvé dans la ruelle. À partir de ce moment-là, sa vie subit des changements bouleversants. Tout cela parce que son mari, qu'elle croit être un pauvre vagabond, a une autre identité secrète : le plus jeune milliardaire de cette ville. My Billionaire Wanderer Husband par Lyra TaleSmith, auteur signé par eGlobal Creative Publishing.

Her large opal eyes that glowed brighter than any star in the vast night sky were staring directly at me, as if they were piercing into my soul, as if they were controlling me. Read the story about the extraordinary Vagabond girl, who on one fateful summer day, entered my otherwise mundane ordinary life.  The full novel is now available on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B96BY8WX Chapters will be released daily as well. I hope you all enjoy the story!

"There's no paradise for you to escape to." In the aftermath of The Convergence, where the underworld collided with the world of the living, humanity found itself on the brink of annihilation. The once vibrant Land of Ko was now the Demon Continent. At the threat of slavery from the Demons that emerged from the underworld, many have taken up contracts and made blood oaths with them, becoming known as The Hollow, beings with weightless souls similar to that of the demons. Amidst this despair, Miura, a warrior of the Umbral Order, faces a devastating betrayal by one he once called brother. This act shatters his resolve, plunging him into a dark abyss of doubt and vengeance. But as he continues on his quest for vengeance, a glimmer of hope shines through black ash. ***************************** All characters and events depicted in this narrative are fictitious. No disrespect or harm is intended towards any individual, community, or belief system. This story is crafted for the enjoyment of readers and is not based on any real-life events.

Virgin autor -Suport and be patient. Tips - critics - more on coments thks! A lazy single father wakes up after a long time of coma. Look how a lazy father survives and prosper and this world of chaos and full of nonsense things.

They say the realm of Vehl’Tharun never existed. No map marks its place. No kingdom claims it. No scholar can prove it. No story dares speak its name. But the realm remembers. It remembers the weight of stars that once hung low in its skies, the rivers that shimmered with memory, the towers of glass that bent time itself. It remembers its people bright as flame, strange as gods. It remembers their laughter before the silence. Their betrayal before the fall. And it remembers what they sealed away. Now, Vehl’Tharun stirs again. In the deep places of the world between breath and shadow it hums. Among ancient stones hidden beneath city foundations, glyphs shimmer faintly in the dark. In forests long forgotten by cartographers, trees twist toward invisible moons. Beneath the sea, temples rise inch by inch, defying physics and time. The realm is waking. It begins with silence. Then sound. Then names. Kael. Mira. Tarn. Three strangers bound by nothing. No bloodline. No oath. Not even a shared past. Just a dying man’s map, pressed into hands too young to understand its weight. A spark passed on, quietly, as the world keeps turning. They are vagabonds, not heroes. A fugitive who never wanted to lead. A scavenger with something to prove. A scholar who stopped believing in legends long ago. They do not remember Vehl’Tharun. But the realm remembers them. In their dreams, fragments flicker: A silver staircase that spirals into the sky. A throne made of living light. A voice, not entirely human, whispering, “You left us.” Somewhere, something watches. Waiting. And tonight, it opens its eyes.

A young journalist major, Lou, finds herself scrambling to meet deadlines for her summer project. In the wake of the untimely death of journalist headliner and Fond Du Lac native Koko Ironbear, Lou reaches for an easy A on the nearby Reservation- only to dive down the rabbit hole of the reality of undercover journalism and a very tangible danger of a sex trafficking ring once forgotten by a pandemic stricken society.

This is a novel about me and my friend Jun Kokoro. It is deep with many motivational or relateble thing in it. Give it a read, It's worth it

Em Mudana Batsu, um planeta distorcido criado pela fusão de vários mundos em um único, o caçador de recompensas Draven vive de missões perigosas e solitárias. Tudo muda quando ele é contratado por um excêntrico e poderoso colecionador para encontrar a lendária Chave do Vazio — uma das sete misteriosas Chaves da Conexão, forjadas durante o cataclísmico evento conhecido como a Ruptura. Agora, Draven embarca em uma jornada repleta de perigos, segredos antigos e revelações que vão muito além de uma única chave — envolvendo todas as outras e a verdadeira origem da Ruptura que moldou o mundo.

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!

# 1V1 # NOBLELADY The female general has transmigrated to the future. When she opened her eyes, she saw someone snatching a child. She reached out without much thought, but who would have thought the little girl would hug her and say, “Mom, don’t throw me and Brother away!” Since the female general couldn’t go back, she raised her children and educated them. She beat up scumbags and saved men, and achieved another brilliant life. In the face of outrageous people, she was an ice queen. Grandma, sister-in-law, do any of you deserve my time? Faced with her children, it was like a spring breeze in summer. “Little Xing, you’re so smart! Shi Tou, you’re also a good baby!” In the face of men, she was indifferent. “Leave if you want to. You have legs, right? Go on then, I won’t walk you out.” She was a woman with thousands of faces. Even in another world, she was still the most dazzling one.