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Don't read it please, Its content is all over the place and I just place random chapters everywhere.

Amir Garnet era uno de los hombres más guapos del país, tenía todo lo que cualquier otro querría, dinero, fama, fortuna, una familia hermosa, y una esposa que lo amaba con todo su ser aparte de tener una belleza inigualable. Katherine Falak Mosses era la chica envidiada por muchos, bella, atractiva, sensual, adinerada, todo lo que deseaba una chica de su edad ella lo tenía, pero había solo un problema en su vida, la misión que le dio su padre. Katherine tiene que seducir y enamorar al Garnet mayor, pero ¿será que él se deja?

The knowledge of the day when death will come is a peculiar feeling. It made me feel both anxious and expectant until this moment. Now, I simply desire for it to be finished.

WARNING!!!!! Rated: M Jangan Lupa Vote Ya... :) semoga kalian bisa enjoy bacanya :) Berkonfrontasi di pantai dengan pria asing yang seksi bukanlah bagian dari rencana Puput saat mengambil foto dengan damai di pagi hari. Dan apa sih yang ada dalam pikiran pria itu hingga berpikir ia mengambil foto-foto dirinya? Siapa dia? Satu hal yang pasti, dia seksi dan sangat romantis, memberi makan jiwa Puput yang terluka. Jis hanya ingin dunia memberinya istirahat, jadi melihat kamera ditujukan ke wajahnya membuatnya siap menerjang keindahan yang ada di balik lensa. Ketika ia tahu gadis itu tidak tahu siapa dirinya, dia penasaran dan tergoda olehnya. Puput memiliki tubuh yang di ciptakan untuk bercinta, bermulut lancang dan Jis tak pernah puas dengannya, tapi ia belum siap untuk menceritakan siapa dirinya sebenarnya. Puput adalah seorang gadis yang tak suka omong kosong dan tidak mau menerima kebohongan dan rahasia. Apa yang akan terjadi pada hubungan baru ini ketika ia menemukan apa yang Jis sembunyikan?

The frist sin of battle...might have been stealing milk from the orange cat beside me.

To: mr crush *cerita ni untuk awak. *bahagia ni untuk awak. *cinta ni untuk awak. so...date me please? Untuk kali ke seratus....aku hantuk lagi kepala ke dinding. "sah hanna! kau memang gila!" ni kot...yang manusia kata cinta ini buta. actually...cinta tak buta. manusia yang buta. tengok lah aku ni .... "takkan lah aku nak bagi dia baca ayat macam ni!!" Aku hantuk lagi kepala ke dinding sebelum.. bang!! kertas tadi aku campak ke dalam tong sampah besi. Mati lah kau wahai surat! ****** Tapi...ni bukan cerita aku mengurat encik crush.. dan lagi bukan...cerita crush mengurat aku balik. sebaliknya...ni kisah aku dan dia... yang tak mungkin bersatu kerana satu perkara. takdir. jadi...mampu ke takdir mencari cinta yang inginkan? atau cinta yang kami inginkan langsung tak patut wujud?

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Nathaniel a young Pastor crosses paths with Ada a young prostitute, how can these two humans from different walks of life exist what could go wrong except everything.

In a mysterious world where hope is a luxury reserved for the strong, Tunde, a forsaken slave, defies his fate. Left for dead, his miraculous survival triggers a monumental shift in the balance of power. As Tunde fights for his life, he uncovers the secrets of his world and unlocks the mystical origins of his heritage. With every step forward, the darkness that once consumed him fades, revealing a journey of redemption, discovery, and the ultimate fight for a future where hope is no longer a luxury, but a right. Join Tunde on his epic rise from the ashes.

────────────── PROLOGUE — IN THE BEGINNING, THERE WAS THE FORGE ────────────── A lone torch flickered in the cavern, its flame trembling like a star suspended in ancient dark. Light crawled across stone marked by ages, while shadows clung like scars. The silence felt armed, as if the world waited for something to wake. The cavern stretched into blackness. Stalactites hung like a giant’s teeth. Faint veins glowed inside the walls, remembering fire long extinguished. Pools of water reflected the flame in distorted ripples. A hooded figure stepped forward. His eyes carried the weight of centuries. He listened to the cavern breathe, to the earth shifting far below, and to the pulse of something older than both. The cavern spoke. “In the beginning, there was the Forge.” The voice vibrated through the rock, layered with storms and broken prayers. It felt like an ancient verdict. “Before flame. Before tide. Before the written word. The Sandata relics were mine.” The torch flared, revealing a vast mural of spirals and sigils glowing awake. The figure traced the runes, each one pulsing with echoes of past wielders. The Forge had never created from mercy. It created for balance: a blade to heal, a blade to destroy; a shield to save, a scythe to end. The ground shuddered. A heartbeat echoed once, twice, then vanished. The silence that followed felt like the moment before a battlefield erupts. Something had awakened in the absence of sound. The Forge had spoken. Its reckoning had begun. ────────────── THE ORIGIN OF SPIRIT BREACHES ────────────── Spirit Breaches appeared long before relics found wielders. They formed where divine wrath once struck the earth, leaving thin places between realms. Echoes emerged from these wounds, shaped by grief, rage, or memory. Early babaylans held them back with chants and blood, but centuries of war widened the fractures. Echoes learned to gather and learned to kill. ────────────── THE CONVERGENCE AGE ────────────── In 1999, construction beneath Quezon City uncovered Baul ng Diyos - The God's Locker, a sealed chamber of relics forged from obsidian alloy, volcanic glass, and voidsteel. At its center rested a dormant war bracer. When touched, it awakened in violet light. Kamay ni Bathala had returned. The Republic launched Project Simula. Scientists, engineers, and babaylans merged glyph logic with technology. Myth-tech entered military doctrine. Nations raced to keep up. As relics stirred, Spirit Breaches multiplied. Power remembered its origin and demanded an answer. ────────────── THE ORIGIN OF THE SANDATA UNIT ────────────── Deep beneath Queson City, Project Sandata began. The military attempted to bind relics permanently to human wielders. Hundreds of orphans were exposed to raw relic energy. Many died or lost their minds. Five survived: Gregorio Aguilar, Marian Dela Fuente, Agosto Santos, Renato Ramirez, and Maximo Imperial. Their bodies bore scars deeper than flesh. Their relics recognized them. Their bond formed from shared survival. For a decade they operated in silence, sealing breaches and fighting Echoes no civilian ever saw. Then came the Basilan Breach of 2013. They stopped it at unbearable cost. The program was erased. The five were sent into civilian life under surveillance. The world moved on. The Forge did not. Every buried story returns.