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You can get much further with a kind word and a gun than you can with just a kind word. – Al Capone An iron fist and a merciless cold metal gun, the mafia code that was taught to Zane Scarlet by his father. A code he wants to reform. But... When the only one knows how to solve problems is with a gun in hand and the only answer for betrayal is death - where does one start? And how does one do it while avoiding any attempts at arranged marriage? Not to mention the fiery woman on the right side of the law who entered his life like a whirlwind. What good could she possibly be? excerpt: "We already agreed where your place ends, Rose. There's no need any further argument. This Is final." Zane pinched the bridge of nose, turning to leave. A small hand grabbed the much larger one. An unexpected move. "What if I don't want my place to end there?" the low, quivering voice asked. "What if I want this to be real?" --------------------------------------------------------------------- Little Dove I love you so but I know you have to go. So spread your wings and fly my love, soar above the world my dove. Paint the sky in indigo, let your graceful colors flow, and I'll search the sky for your rainbow. ~ Author: Christy Ann Martine *Prequel to Arranged Marriage To The Princess of The Red Scorpions*

When college freshman Dove Addison makes the decision to move in with her long term boyfriend Samuel, also a freshman, she believes that she is taking a step in the right direction. But when complications about their lack of sex life surface, she feels as if her needs aren't being met, and that they struggle to even share a bed together. Desperate to get his attention, she finds an escape in the world of cheerleading - but what happens when she catches a senior's eye, who is more than willing to show her what she's been missing out on?

A car accident changed my life completely, and a series of unexpected adventures followed one after another. A perfect exam score, mastery of lottery scratching, a basketball prodigy, or a swimming champion? No — I am omnipotent. -------------------------------------- Author’s/TL's Note: Thank you for reading my novel! Your votes, comments, and Golden Tickets keep this story alive. Your support means everything. Love the story? Show your support with Power Stones — every one of them fuels my motivation! Found a mistake or plot issue? Drop a comment — I’ll fix it ASAP! The cover art is AI-generated. ----------------------------------------- Dropping this one because the contract application got rejected. Anyone who wants the chapters to be updated, pls leave a review. I'll upload again. Thanks, and sorry to all the people who supported this. :)

Heat, drought, the desert everywhere exuding the smell of death. Under the eerie sunlight, a nearly dried-up puddle suddenly trembled violently, as if something was about to emerge, but in the end, it only released a string of bubbles. "What’s this? I’ve transmigrated!” “I’ve turned into a lake? No—a puddle!” “A puddle in the desert, about to dry up!” Oh……No……!

"And at the seventh hour, the holy angels scavenge the land for frightened and helpless souls. In my opinion, the most painful way of dying is by God's Wrath, so let us fight back-- and survive." ~ The White Witch

Dear Reader, My name is Charlie Wilford. This is not an alcohol anonymous class. This is my disaster of a life. Let me start by saying that up until this point, in my twenty-five years of existence, that I had everything a Southern Bell could wish for. I had it all. I met the love of my life, the famous dance instructor Tanner Frasier. The good girl meets the bad boy in a storybook, whirlwind romance. I packed up and moved to New York City to dance on the Broadway stage as their new shining star. Charlie Wilford, the dazzling dancer from the sweet home of Alabama. Now cue the record to stop. Everything came crashing down when I walked in on my love sleeping with my back-up dancers-plural. Due to the protection order against me, I can no longer be around Tanner. I am broke and without a job. Well, until I received an acting/reality T.V gig in the mail. Fairy Godmother Inc., I think it was. The silver lining here is that I will never date another bad boy again. I don't care how hot, or suave he seems, the answer is NO. Good girls don't mesh with bad boys, it just ends in restraining orders. Charlie Wilford, Charlie Wilford Actor/Singer/Dancer

“Living isn’t fun anymore.” So I decided to die. But before I could leave, in the last moments of my life… “Should we make life fun for you?” The Vina people appeared in front of me. They asked me to live. They told me if I died, they’ll die as well. Do they want to live for eternity? “We’ll make you happy. So, don’t die yet.” “If you pledge to be one of us, you can have all the money you’ll ever need for the rest of your life.” “Love, just talk to us. What do you need?” “You can tell us everything you desire.”

Jay had always seemed like an ordinary young man—an orphan, one day he got fired from his job and got dumped by his girlfriend . For making end meets he started as drivio driver .After his First ride he gets a negative review and at that moment he gets a system which gives him a lot of wealth and luxury and everything he needs. But was jay really an orphan or something mysterious was happening around him , read negative review system and read for yourself what Jay's story holds.

Rascal Squad, a squad known for misfits that most in the military doesn’t see much potential in them since they were worst of all the squads. They were sent to complete missions on the behalf of the Beluto Government while encountering dangers and raiders. You have a silver-tongue devil with hot temper to match, a smart alack with a deadly precision and sharp wit, a street-punk cool as a cucumber but brutal in the art of street fighting and Overachiever with a mysterious power that only a few would know When a major threat arise that threaten the wastelands and civilization, who would have thought that these unlikely heroes would be the wastelands' last line of defense. Will they survive and become the best or fail and be forgotten? The novel will be on MoonQuill, Webnovel & Royal Road. You can also read it here, too: https://www.scribblehub.com/series/230879/dry-amp-dead/

I died in war... Or so I thought... On death's door, I was met by my sworn enemy. By the Church of Masse, the god-forsaken people that had taken everything. The people who secretly orchestrate the world by strings. My father's people. Yet they took me, honed me into a weapon of destruction, into a tool. But now I'll end them all, even if it's the last thing I'll do.