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A GIRL WHO WAS DISTANT FROM HER MOM AND GRANDMA SINCE THE DEATH OF HER DAD AND THEN MET WITH A YETI (A HUMAN BEAST SUPPOSEDLY LIVES IN THE HYMILAYAS ) CHANGED HER LIFE TO APPRECIATE WHAT SHE HAS

The lone survivor of a terrible tragedy, sixteen-year-old Ashling Shields is living like she’s already dead. But when a chance encounter with an irresistibly wicked teen rock star goes awry, she’s pulled into a world of fallen angels and seductive vampires. A world of dark pleasures, enchantments and secrets deep in the midnight forest. Ashling must unravel the mystery of her past before the dark force hunting her catches up. It's a second chance to follow her dreams... if her nightmares don't kill her first.

The sky is like crying. Rain starts dripping, One, Two, Three. I counted in my heart. There is no wind. There is no cold air. Jakarta often lowers rain in hot weather, no matter how intense the sun is. The rain just stopped by here, the wind blew the rest of the rain to another place. Until I was silent in a place, where I could shout freely and apart, among the thousands of beautiful weeds swaying over the spatter.  Until I was silent in a place, where I could shout freely and apart, among the thousands of beautiful weeds swaying over the spatter I feel the scent of freedom that is around me, it touches me to always feel the beautiful asceticism in this solitude. Because for me, contemplating what has gone or lost will make a lesson, where I can get better even though I got hurt. "maybe time hasn't been able to help me, at least the story that has happened will be a meaningful memory forever"

No ritual. No warning. No escape. Now he is a vessel in a war he never wanted to be a part of.His mind watches from behind his own eyes.Hunters call him an abomination. Demons call him an asset. Drex calls himself dead already — only his flesh hasn’t been allowed to stop moving. The only freedom left is to find a way to end this war but is sacrificing his body really worth it...?

"Permisi ... Um apakah kau tahu ini dimana? Dan kenapa semua yang disini um ... kebanyakan dari permen?" Tanya gadis itu Saat seorang yang ditanya gadis itu berbalik badan,ia berkata "Kamu berada didunia buble" jawabnya sambil tersenyum ("Anjerr gelaa gantengg !!")umpat gadis itu dalam hati sampai sampai dia tidak sadar bahwa sejak tadi dia mulutnya menganga.Gadis itu berdeham sebentar lalu bertanya "um ... siapa kamu?" Tanya gadis itu("Kok ganteng banget?") Lanjutannya dalam hati. "Perkenalkan hamba adalah pangeran kedua dinegri ini,nama hamba rubber" jawabnya sambil membungkuk ala kerajaan. "Bolehkan hamba tau nama nona?" "Untuk apa kau tanya namaku?"jawab gadis itu sedikit takut. "Karna nona akan saya angkat menjadi permaisuri hamba" jawabnya sambil tersenyum maniss:),manis! Banget!!!

Man with having nothing but hope

-COMPLETED- It has been nearly a millenia since the fall of the Magic Users. Across the burned landscape, oxygen and life is scarce. The only place left suitable for life is Shuijing City, populated by androids. Rinthe Akiya awakens after a 47 year long sleep, with only one goal in mind: kill Prince Evian Grace, ruler of Shuijing City. Why? Nobody knows. Only Prince Evian himself does.

Drabbles that I decided to write! Short stories purely for entertainment!!

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?