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Adonis was a poor experiment who is now risking his life to find a cure for an unknown illness to keep his kid alive. All the while he starts to realize just how fucked up his country is...

Como Shin Youngwoo tuvo una vida desafortunada y ahora está atrapado cargando ladrillos en los sitios de construcción. ¡Incluso tuvo que trabajar en el juego de realidad virtual, Satisfy! Sin embargo, la suerte pronto entraría en su vida sin esperanza. Su personaje, 'Grid', descubriría la Cueva del extremo norte para una búsqueda, y en ese lugar, encontraría el 'Libro raro de Pagma' y se convertiría en un jugador de clase legendaria... Authors: Park Saenal WebNovelas y Libros · Realidad virtual

There are stories that feed on fantasy. There are some stories, some, that touch the peaks of the absurd, only to drown in a mug of beer, around the fire, in a freezing spring. In Akerlys, life is a strict father, who demands a lot and hits hard. Around the fire, men tell stories to boys, ridiculous, epic stories that happened long ago, when their ancestors were young as hares and the seas as low as puddles. In days of iron and sweat, hearts need other worlds and other adventures. This is one of those stories.

The United States is devastated by a mysterious phenomenon that reanimates recently-dead human beings as flesh-eating zombies. Three weeks into the crisis, it has been reported that millions of people have died and been reanimated. Despite the government's best efforts, the social order is collapsing. Rural communities and the National Guard have been effective in fighting the zombie hordes in open country, but urban centers descend into chaos. After three weeks more creatures began to appear like vampires and different kinds of beasts. Add to library comment and review...

An unknown entity waved the supposedly limb-looking arm, knocking unconscious a fated but unfateful person sending him to an unknown space and time, dreaming about the thinnest and lacklustre red string. A man with a soul unique for himself, unknown if it’s better or worse than everybody. Story unknown or is it?

With a hideous visage they came to be known as goblins. Hunted day after day, trampled, and crushed, these creatures lived with no other lot than to be killed. But all that changed when the king was born.

Stunned, she took a step back, widening the space between them. “Com licença?” “Ah…” Um suspiro saiu dos lábios dele. “Talvez eu precise reformular minha pergunta. Você está transando com alguém?” Ela inspirou rapidamente, sem saber o que dizer. A raiva surgiu em sua mente, misturando-se com um desejo inesperado. Infelizmente, o desejo estava vencendo. Ele ergueu uma sobrancelha, e no instante seguinte, já estava parado em frente ao corpo dela. Seus instintos entraram em ação. Ela deu alguns passos para trás até que suas costas batessem na parede. O cheiro de chocolates e amêndoas rolou entre eles. Hipnotizada, ela pensou ter sentido a doçura do vinho, mas desapareceu tão rápido quanto veio. “Eu não acho que isso seja da sua conta, Sr. Graydon.” ela fez um som de aborrecimento. “Não é?” Sua respiração se interrompeu, seus olhos se escureceram de desejo. “Não.” Seus lábios tremeram em sua óbvia negação. Ela reuniu toda a coragem que pôde, esperando que ele não sentisse seu tesão. Ela sabia que era em vão. Os dedos dele tocaram suavemente suas bochechas, depois desceram pelo pescoço, parando na clavícula, o contato enviou arrepios por sua espinha. Despertou a necessidade primal que ela vinha querendo esconder desde que se conheceram. Ela o queria. Não. Ela precisava dele, dentro dela. Seu rosto corou ao pensar nele a possuindo, de preferência bem ali contra essas paredes. “Você me quer,” ele afirmou. “Assim como eu quero você.” Chocada com seu próprio desejo cru e potente, ela virou a cabeça. “Eu não…” “Shhh…” ele a silenciou com um dedo. Então ele se aproximou ainda mais, tão perto que seus longos cílios roçaram contra sua bochecha. Seu coração batia como um tambor em seu peito, rápido e quente de expectativa. “Agora me diga, pequenina… eu preciso me livrar de alguém antes de te fazer implorar para que eu te deixe gozar?” ...... O amor vale o caos que traz?

In a world where revenge lingers in the shadows, Aaira finds herself entangled in a web of manipulation and guilt. Since the tragic loss of her mother, she has become the unwitting pawn in a game fuelled by vengeance. As Aaira’s innocence becomes a weapon for those seeking retribution, she must navigate a treacherous path of deceit and deception. With each twist and turn, Aaira discovers the true nature of those around her, wary of their ulterior motives. Unbeknownst to her, the very people she trusts are secretly manipulating her.

en un mundo donde habitan seres muy poderosos los humanos, elfos, enanos y semihumanos solo existían pocos ya ellos están en una guerra para ver quién se quedaban con las pocas tierras que habían en esa guerra dos niños nacieron uno en su vida anterior era el más fuerte y el otro… ¿ estos niños eran la salvación del mundo o ellos son los que la destruirán?

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!