jazmine dubois

The Jazz Capital of the world will no longer sound the sounds of life but that of death. Days after Maria Dubois returns home from a 15-month deployment her beloved city is rock with explosions. Holding onto her little sister she runs for her life with her family behind her until they are separated. with just her kid sister in her arms, she desperately tries to find the mother and father. But hours later the dead come back. What will Dubois do to survive? how will she care for her sister with the dead up and about? How will her city survive? And what will the government, the people who sent her to a war-torn country do?

The sins of their forefathers are finally coming to fruit and those forced to partake in the meal are never ready New to this please leave any comments negative or positive all will help. Thank you

jalaza mojar a young talented and eccentric young man found a strange system which begged to bond with him to escape from the claws of his creator with the promise of helping him with the dream of becoming the best footballer to ever walk the earth but the twist os that not only he has a system as other people with ambitions as grand as his also attained the acknowledgement of the special beings known as the system will he use his immense talent coupled with the system help to rise above them all and be the one or will he fail and become a background character just witnessing the rise of someone else find out

Warning these are from my memo's, so whatever is in this may not me for Minors because if depression and other things so please keep away.

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set in a far future a young alien lord who does everything to save his home planet and people from certain doom but ends up dying

Learning about Aleen Leon, a known mafia boss, getting her hands on illegal tech, makes Jaiden Maximoff decide to jump into action. Advised against by his butler and T.I.F.F.A.N.Y considering what happened last time, he goes along with the plan. The world needs him. The world needs his Amazons once again.

1 gota de sangre = 1-Up Otros juegan toda la noche, yo juego toda la noche y sangro. Desde que las tormentas dimensionales descendieron sobre la Tierra, han aparecido numerosas zonas dimensionales, trayendo consigo todo tipo de criaturas dimensionales—Inmortales, Budas, Diablos, Ángeles, Elfos, etc. Sin embargo, todas estas extrañas zonas dimensionales pueden convertirse en instancias de mazmorras en mi teléfono. Otras personas arriesgan sus vidas aventurándose, yo paso todo mi tiempo jugando. Los monstruos sueltan cristales dimensionales que mejoran estadísticas, otorgan nuevas habilidades, y se unen a mí como Bestias Compañeras. Estas Bestias Compañeras luchan junto a mí o solas, aumentándome con sus habilidades y fuerza. ¿Monstruos raros en la vida real? Simplemente reiniciaré el juego con una gota de sangre para acabar con ellos. Realmente necesito una transfusión de sangre.

I wanted to buy my husband his most coveted Tang Three-Color Glazed Pottery as an anniversary surprise. Unexpectedly, a mysterious person suddenly appeared in the middle, and with one move lit the sky lantern, taking the porcelain horse away. I was just about to leave when my phone dinged with a notification — my husband's supplementary card had just swiped a big sum at the auction house, purchasing that very Tang Three-Color Glazed Pottery. My heart tensed up, and I immediately called the bank to freeze that supplementary card. At the pickup counter, I saw a beautifully dressed, stunning woman standing there. People around were pointing and laughing at her, joking that she spent money but couldn’t take the item. She turned pale, turned around, and fled in embarrassment. Half a month later, Caleb Blackwood and I went abroad for a trip. Just as we got off the plane, someone covered my mouth and nose with a towel, and I passed out. When I woke up, I found myself locked in an iron cage, with my hands and feet chained. The host on stage stammered in Chinese: 'Today, we're auctioning this woman. Whoever bids higher will take her away!' I frantically grasped the iron bars, taking one look to see Caleb Blackwood sitting below the stage. His eyes were cold, and he wore a malicious smile on his lips: 'Iris Sterling, don’t you like stealing the spotlight? Don’t you love intercepting others’ sky lanterns? Today, let's make you the center of attention, how does that feel?'

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!