318 w adams chicago

Một chàng trai người Trung Quốc trong lúc mơ hồ không rõ nguyên nhân đã xuyên không vào thân thể của cậu bé Alexandre Tống, một cậu trai mười lăm tuổi, mồ côi, sống nhờ nhà dì tại Chicago. Hoàn cảnh của thân thể mà Tống Á xuyên không cực kỳ bi thảm. Đầu tiên chính là nghèo đói, gia đình của dì hắn chủ yếu sống nhờ vào món tiền trợ cấp vốn dĩ vô cùng ít ỏi. Câu chuyện về những kẻ khi xuyên không không cần lo về vấn đề tài chính lại không hề xảy ra với hắn. Hiện tại, trong túi quần của hắn chỉ có ba đồng hai lăm xu, chỉ dám dùng để chuẩn bị cho tình huống khẩn cấp thì lấy ra gọi điện thoại công cộng. Nơi gia đình hắn ở là phía Nam thành phố Chicago, mảnh đất của sự nghèo khó, súng ống, thuốc phiện, bang phái, báo thù chém giết lẫn nhau. Tống Á cứ tưởng rằng hắn sẽ lớn lên trong những ngày tháng thiếu thốn đầy nguy hiểm như thế. Nhưng rồi đến một ngày hắn bỗng nhận được “thiên khải”. Bằng sự không ngoan, hắn đã sử dụng “thiên khải” để giúp mình trở nên nổi tiếng, đưa cả gia đình ra khỏi khu vực miền Nam Chicago và vươn lên, chiếm lĩnh toàn bộ thị trường âm nhạc nước Mỹ.

Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water. She paused in front of her kitchen's window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion's garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening. Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body. A DEAD BODY! Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, "What are you doing?!" Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here. "Gardening." "And the body?!" she looked at him in disbelief. "Fertilizer," he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?! She then heard him ask her, "Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?" he gave her a sweet smile. Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~

Clarissa Iver thought she was just an ordinary girl, but one night she witnesses something that forever changes her life. She isn’t the girl she thought she was, and is thrown into the world of the supernatural. Life is not what you would imagine it to be in Chicago, and with a drug war on the brink one has to decide which side they are on. Clarissa is destined for greatness, but at what cost must she pay to be with the man she loves?

A rocky marriage leads to Zhao ZiWei being cheated on by her husband, Song JianAn. During the torturous period, Song JianAn shamed and humiliated Ziwei at a high class VIP socialite event with his mistress Yu WenJing. The 5 Kings of Royal W Hotel witnessed the situation and came to your rescue. However only one of them will be the one to end your misery. That's when your extravagant life starts at Royal W Hotel.

Everything feels calm and it didn't hurt when they weren't face-to-face, but in the end fate tells them everything. Ami and Ryu are detectives from a private company, while Haru, on the other hand, is a young man with either the advantage of being able to hear and absorb the thoughts of others. Until everything changed when he met the girl, he was confused with thoughts swirling in his head, 'Why that girl?'. Why did he lose his ability with that girl? He felt at peace just by hearing her mind and her voice. However, there are many questions and other occurrences that await them in the future. The only one who is the biggest question is cleanliness "Who are you?".

In the year 2309, the world was under the dominion of Synthetiks (AIs), SynthHumans (hybrids of humans and AIs), and humans. Rio, a remarkably intelligent human, had been chosen for transformation into a SynthHuman. After spending five years at the coveted AI Harmonics Central (AHC), Rio's life took a drastic turn when a chance accident revealed a government secret concealed from the world. Struggling to survive in Slateville, a forsaken province for humans, Rio employed his skills to forge fake IDs, counterfeit cards, and devise methods to breach government security systems for a living. Amidst his covert activities, a mysterious woman sought him out. A secret agency approached Rio with a mission-to investigate restricted files and expose the hidden truths the government sought to keep in the shadows. In "W-files #1: The Missing Flights in 2030," Rio finds himself thrust into unraveling the biggest flight disappearances in history. All flights operated by SkyVista Airways vanished from radar screens every 9th of the month in the year 2030, precisely when they reached the coordinates 12°31'58.4"S 79°17'01.5"E. Now, in the year 2309, a survivor miraculously emerges, potentially providing a breakthrough to this enigmatic case.

USA, Louisiana.. a small town in north-east Louisiana.. if you see a little-bitty tiny dot with the name 'Oak Grove' beside it.. in the most north-east corner of Louisiana.. fifteen minute drive north.. and you' ve crossed into the state of Arkansas.. Or if you would have drove fifteen minutes east instead of north.. you would have crossed over the Mississippi-Louisiana state line.. so that gives you a pretty good general location of the town of my birth.. Unfortunately it wouldn't be the town of my untimely and unexpected death.. nope.. for I would not die in a town.. no.. I would be eventually crushed.. by a section.. of thirty-two inch.. steel.. heavy-wall.. industrial pipe.. for a natural gas line.. being lay'n.. from just north of the cities.. Odessa and Midland.. of the state of Texas.. Over a thousand miles away from my place of birth.. Bastrop.. Louisiana.. where the closest 'safe' hospital was for me to be born at.. forty miles west.. by north-west from where my family had lived for generations.. Oak Grove.. My family has worked as surveyors.. for pipelines and gas or oil facilities.. being built all across this great country on the continent of North America.. for atleast two generations.. If my children take up the mantle.. that would make.. three generations of my family.. to feed and provide for their families.. working as pipeline surveyors.. see Oak Grove is poor.. poor as dirt.. total population.. barely over two thousand.. average gross income per capita per family for a year.. less than ten thousand dollars a year.. there's just no real paying jobs.. in Oak Grove or anywhere near it.. so while the people who choose to work in Oak Grove make ten thousand dollars a year.. I started out as a 'rod-man' which was the lowest man on the 'totem-pole'.. making what those in Oak grove..worked a year for.. I made in a month.. I did nothing but pack bundles of wooden stakes.. then carry them up the mountains of West Virginia.. Or across the deserts of West Texas.. swamps of south Louisiana.. down around Baton Rouge.. or Tibbedaux.. the Everglades of Florida.. fuck I get that nauseous feeling every time I think of when I 'work'd' there.. I walked up on a dead body without a head.. not long after that.. still on the same project I saw the 'headless' corpse on.. I almost stepped on the biggest python I've ever seen.. the fucker was atleast ten feet long and two to three feet wide around.. Anywho, back to what I was talking back before I went off subject for a bit.. I started out making ten thousand dollars every month.. thats twelve times what I would have earned working a month in Oak Grove.. instead of working in these dangerous jobs.. Been a lot of dangerous places.. dangerous terrains.. working in a very hazardous career.. but I was well paid like I said.. and now I don't have a body left to send home to my parents.. that section of pipe.. weigh tens of thousands of pounds.. when the 'Komoda' excavators that were lifting the section tipped.. that was it.. one of the operators didn't extend his 'boom' on his excavator all the way out like he should have.. Now the pipes falling.. as soon as it lands on me.. thats it.. so much weight.. my head will pop and shoot right of my shoulders.. up in the air towards the heavens themselves.. reaches its peak height of its short flight.. then falling.. all whilst my body will be crushed and explode to nothing but splatter'd meat paste.. ending my first life.. trust I've seen it.. I know what will happen from experience.. and so beings the next chapter of life.. I see a tunnel with bright light radiating from then end of it.. as I reach the light I take the final step.. the blinding light recedes and fades away out of existence.. I find my surroundings returning to a lightness that my eyes can afford to see clearly in.. only to meet another pair of eyes facing me.. everything else is shrouded by darkness.. I see only eyes.. staring at me.. staring into me.. starin

After Wolfe, a famous music producer, commits suicide, his six long-time friends will reunite after years because of his last wish; create a music band. Skylar will lead the group along with Shadow, her best friend, and soon the six of them will find out about the story behind Wolfe’s death. They will come up with a revenge plan to make every traitor pay for their crimes. Meanwhile, new friendships and forbidden loves will come into the surface.

You ever wake up one morning and think, “Hey, today I’ll just get kidnapped by a dungeon, unlock fire powers, save a girl from goblins, and somehow end up stronger than a wrecking ball with zero muscle mass to show for it”? Yeah. Me neither. Until it happened. I was your average, totally not crazy teenage boy. Kyle Walker. My biggest concern used to be whether my mom would notice I vacuumed only the parts of the rug you could see. Then I woke up with a glowing status screen hovering in front of my face, full-on RPG mechanics in real life, and a “Daily Fortune Wheel” that once rewarded me with a banana-shaped rock. (Yes, really. I still have it. It might be magical. Or just potassium-themed.) Things escalated. Fast. There were goblins. Real ones. Screeching, stabby, and not the kind you want in your bedtime stories. I rescued a girl Azalea Quinn who now thinks I’m some kind of cheat code wielding fire mage. Which, fair. I did throw a fireball. From my hand. While screaming. But the real kicker? I’m not alone. My best friend Rhea is a maybe-descendant of the war goddess Istha. She swings around a spiked club like it’s a purse and has major “goblin-hunter before breakfast” energy. (Okay, the breakfast part is a joke. Probably.) Then there’s Michael, my classmate who can now bench-press lockers and shatter school furniture like it’s made of wet paper. And LETI? That’s the super-secret government agency with mind-wipe squads, lunar-module entrances, and a gym that makes superhero boot camps look underfunded. The only normal human left in my life? Jimmy. My childhood friend. He thinks all of this is just a big anime fever dream. Bless him. So now I’m juggling school, superpowers, suspicious cafeteria meatloaf, and the cosmic prank that gave me strength stats without the muscles to match. So, no,I’m not crazy. Probably.

COVER NOT MINE Angel Adams might just have to be the unluckiest kid in the block but being a literal angel after death? Adams is rough around the edges who knew he was actually just a diamond in the rough waiting to be chipped out and death was the only way to do it. *** I open my eyes and the building's gone, I look ahead at the water body ahead and city lights, hooting, with the wind lifting me, my wings are still on fire and there's lightning coming out of my fists. I hear screeching behind me and veer around to see the most disgusting race of demons I've ever seen_on the internet, with these huge bat wings and blades on the edges, their fingers were blades too with fire coming out of their eyes, they were only two of em. "That one's ripe for the taking" "I don't want no trouble_Rafe? Raphael? Hey homie, I got trouble out here" I laugh when nothing's happened and my wings are gliding on the wind thermal, I can see my reflection on the water clearly, I face them smiling. "Hey, I'm Angel...Hail Satan" "You're coming with us" The demon pulls out a huge sword and I pull back. "Back up" I raise my flaming hand but they don't balk. "Uhh..the power compels thee?" They exchange looks like I'm crazy and I feel the heat rising and an extreme amount of fire and lightning comes shooting out of my hand to scorch them. I turn to fly away and look at my hand "That worked?" The demons double up to four, screeching, I curse trying to evade the hail of blades coming at me and wince at the one that stabs my feet, I let myself drop in the water and the fire on my wings is still persistent. Fire in water, how unbelievable. I hold my breath and grit my teeth pulling out the daggers, no blood, the demons were floating above water just waiting for me like a swarm of killer bees but what could be worse? It's been 2 minutes and I'm still underwater, my lungs were gonna give out anytime soon, my brain if I had any would be swelling, air bubbles escape and I'm still