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This is my own story about Lumine and Kody. It starts out when Lumine hears a sound resonating through the hallway. It actually turns out it was Kody playing the piano in his living room.

When the System descended and turned Earth into a dungeon-crawling death game, most people got combat classes—Warrior, Mage, Rogue. Takeshi got something different: Corporate Drone. While others gained flashy skills and legendary weapons, he received a briefcase, a tie that never wrinkles, and abilities like [Overtime Exploitation] and [Meeting Scheduler]. His employer? The Black Company, a ruthless interdimensional corporation that treats dungeon diving like just another day at the office, complete with quotas, performance reviews, and mandatory unpaid overtime in monster-infested hellscapes. But Takeshi isn't complaining. In his old life, he survived Japan's most brutal work culture, mastering the art of endurance, efficiency, and turning corporate BS into actual results. Now, those same skills that made him a salaryman legend are his path to power. Every monster killed is a KPI met. Every dungeon cleared is a project completed ahead of schedule. The Black Company doesn't care if he lives or dies. His party members think his class is a joke. But Takeshi has spent years climbing corporate ladders built on backstabbing and impossible deadlines. And while other adventurers burn out chasing glory, he grinds forward with the relentless, soul-crushing determination only a black company veteran possesses. Because in a world where everyone else is playing hero, sometimes the key to reaching the top is knowing how to work the system—literally.

I am a Soul Healer, born of the rarest bloodline in the Blackwood Pack. My mate, Kaelen, is the Alpha of the Pack. I had just given birth to our daughter, Lyra, and was basking in the quiet joy of new motherhood. But Kaelen summoned me back with a chilling urgency. A pup in the pack had been born without a wolf. He wanted me to perform a forbidden transplant ceremony. The ceremony began. The sacrificed wolf hovered in the air, pulsing with the purest lunar power. A sharp pain suddenly pierced my heart, and a strange, hollow sense of loss washed over me. But I did my duty. I saved the pup. Then, I heard his voice from the next room. "You sacrificed Lyra for Seraphina's son," his Beta whispered, horrified. "Her wolf was crying for you, Kaelen. You killed your own daughter." My mate laughed. A sound like ice cracking. "That pup only existed to give Finnian a wolf." "Why else would I have ever let Elara conceive my pup?" "It was Lyra's honor to die for her brother." I froze on the spot, my mind a complete blank. The wolf I’d just sacrifice...that was my daughter, Lyra?

Comedy and kindness born inside the heart of an American medical student with her long blond hair and her shining blue eyes. But her life turned upside down when the arrival of a handsome and shy Austrian music student. Their imaginary love life became reality as the proposal of Austria accepted by American. But their love life went to disaster as the American medical student's best friend destroyed the poor Austrian man. The evil man's manipulation and deceitfulness.... bring tragic to this love life.

At the Rock Climbing World Championships, when I was caught using stimulants, my girlfriend was by her childhood sweetheart's side, personally placing the gold medal around his neck. "Levi, don't blame me. Winning the World Championship was Nash's only wish. With you out of the picture, he finally had a chance." "But don't worry, even if you're banned from competing, I won't break up with you!" Vivienne let go of my hand that she had been holding tightly, watching as I was wheeled into the emergency room. Little did she know, I had a severe allergy to the components in the stimulants, and ultimately died despite resuscitation attempts. What she knew even less was that our conversation had been faithfully preserved by recording devices. The moment the recording was made public was also the moment her hypocritical facade was exposed!

Please guys English is not my first language but I'll improve with time thank you for your support. Aachi and nan'an were childhood friends, since birth, but growing up little aachi discovered her feeling towards nan'an was more than friends, Would her unrequited love prevail because along the line it'll be rocky because of the clan differences and betrayal of nan'an's mom would her love be requited someday or would she heal and get over it?

In a world that drowns corruption, where betrayal kills before swords ... generates a legend that everyone is afraid. ** The shadow is connected ** ... a mysterious killer, fast like lightning, and his eyes Hamrawan burns hearts before the bodies. But behind this terror, a greater secret ... a stolen past and a cursed tattoo beating an old curse.\n \nRead the first chapter now ... the beginning is black, and the end may not have mercy on anyone.

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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!