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Please always maintain patience, politeness, and grace. And... Do not speak ill of God.

Nari the girl, whose punches every other guy of her age in her school had tasted. Park Ye Jun, the guy who excessively seemed interested in this tomboy who had entered his life first when she beat the pulp out of his friend. Nari hated Ye Jun but Park Ye Jun never missed a chance of showing his feelings to her. But then why suddenly he left the city and cut ties with everyone, even Nari. Why did he leave Nari alone when she wanted him finally? And what will happen when he finally comes back and Nari hates him again? Join them on the wistful, humourous, and sometimes unpredictable journey of them, The Page Where We Left... The total number of chapters (targeted): 150. Updates: Two chapters daily. The Privileged readers can get access to a sneak peek of further two to four chapters. It's a slow burn so buckle yourself up for A long journey!!!! Catch me on insta: _aislinn_jasper_ or talk to me on discord: Aislinn_Jasper #2125

N'adorez-vous pas quand les femmes passent d'hommes qui ne les ont jamais appréciées à des hommes qui vénèrent le sol sur lequel elles marchent ? Pendant quatre ans, le mari d'Amelia Brown l'a traitée comme si elle était la personne la plus inutile sur terre. Mais quand elle a finalement signé les papiers et qu'il a découvert la véritable beauté, force et puissance de son ex-femme, il a voulu la récupérer par tous les moyens. Il est peut-être trop tard car maintenant, il devra affronter le puissant milliardaire Lucas Sullivan pour elle. Et malheureusement pour lui, Amelia est devenue la chose la plus précieuse pour Lucas Sullivan.

Tom Foster has his life planned out, and he's systematically pursuing his goals. At twenty-two, he's been organist and choirmaster at The Episcopal Church of the Good Shepherd for three years, he's working on his doctoral thesis, and he's beginning a secondary career performing in concert. There is no room in his schedule for romance ... until Noah Webster, a gorgeous green-eyed blond, walks into the church one evening to audition for the choir.<br><br>What starts as an arrangement of convenience -- Tom's usual page turner is unavailable, and Noah agrees to do the job-soon turns into a fast friendship. Then Noah, who is saddled with an obnoxious roommate, rents the spare bedroom in Tom's house, and ultimately the two men become lovers and partners in life.<br><br>But before they can ride off into the sunset together, they must face one major obstacle: Noah's violent, homophobic Southern Baptist father.

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Zafar Iqbal—cold, ruthless, and heartbreakingly handsome. A man whose heart turned to ice the day his wife walked out, leaving him alone with their newborn son. Now a powerful businessman and a devoted single dad to little Ezra, Zafar has no place in his life—or heart—for love. Enter Zoha. A gentle soul with a tragic past, she has known loss more than love. After her parents died in a car crash, she learned to survive alone. Soft-spoken, brave, and full of hidden strength, she joins Zafar’s company not knowing her life is about to change forever. But love doesn’t come easy. Especially when Zafar’s haunting past comes knocking—his ex-wife, who owns a rival company, wants him back. And she’ll do anything to ruin Zoha. What starts as a cold war of emotions slowly melts into something dangerous, possessive, passionate—and real. This is not just a love story. It’s a journey through hate, jealousy, healing, and the kind of love that only comes once in a lifetime.

For a thousand years, gods and devils clashed in endless war. The gods triumphed. The devils fell. But victory came at a cost. Three eternal beings the Creator, the Preserver, and the Destroyer stand above all worship. When the devils begged for one last chance, it was the Destroyer who answered. He gave them a book a book of games where battles were fought not with swords, but with fate itself. The gods sealed it away forever. All but one page. Torn from the book's heart, the page carries a power no god can control. Cursed to survive, a wretched devil carried it into the human world. Through that page, his soul lived on passing from conqueror to conqueror, from Alexander to Napoleon, bending history itself. Now the gods sense the truth: the game is not over. Their answer? Create their own chosen humans to play against the devil's soul. The world is the board. Humanity the pieces. And the first move... has already been made.

Secrets are keeping you away. They are shadows, sneaking Stays there dark and blank. Always following you, But never bothers to reveal itself. Cast by the light, Showing someone just like you, Only dimmer, faceless, confused. I'm Addison Williams. A woman who once dreamed about becoming a music producer, but life did not permit me to do so. As an heir of one of the wealthiest families in Australia, I am destined to run a company, but do you think I can still rewrite my fate? Will I be able to break free from the chains that bound me? When the time comes, will I prefer to choose familiarity, or would I learn to see the beauty of uncertainties?

In a verse plagued with Chaos, Destruction, and Death. There is a group known as the Crusaders, where the weak die and the strong die a bit later. Despite the groups small size, they are known throughout the verse their strength. This is the story of the Crusaders and their eternal crusade. Main Writer/Cover artist: WolfyGames7237 discord:@WolfyGames7237 Co-Writer/Cover designer: MysterioNinja Discord: @MysterioNinja Writer/Satoshi Character lines: RUSTDRAKE Discord: @randomdude23._81209 Aevum Character lines: FoxGaming Discord: @foxgaming109_05961 Krytheous Character lines: Jason Discord:@DragonMasterJason Twitch: dmjvt Youtube: It was sent to the shadow realm I guess Iori Character lines: Teirany Emotional support/Participation Award, maybe a character after 150 chapters: novacaincan Discord: @novacaincan Youtube: @DumpsterFireCommunity If you want to contact me about anything you can contact me at my email Thecrusadersstory@gmail.com my discord: WolfyGames7237 or on the Crusaders Instagram: CrusadersStory

In Every Page I Found You Subtitle:Peace,with a name Some stories don’t scream. They whisper — like a wind passing through old diary pages. Like a name you never expected to say again, but still do… in your mind, in your memories. It began somewhere around August 15th, when she was just a girl who thought she knew love. And then he appeared — not with roses or grand gestures, but with a strange charm, calling her “madam” while unknowingly tearing down every wall she had built. He was annoying. He was late. He was unreadable. But somehow… he was home. Their world wasn’t loud. It was made of: -stolen glances across the road -voice notes that never made it to the end -birthday surprises, annual day memories, and hidden tears - coffee dates, long drives, evening walks, and homely visits. -diary entries that said "Please, don’t leave." -and eyes that kept saying "I’m still here." She wrote poems. He gave silence. He showed up. Then faded. Then showed up again. No promises, no declarations, just... presence. But love has strange timings. And people have complicated hearts. This isn’t a fantasy where everything works out — this is real. Messy. Poetic. Raw. This is a story of falling in love with someone who was never officially yours… but never really anyone else’s either. If you’ve ever: kept screenshots to remember how it felt waited for one “good morning” smiled at a voice message you replayed a hundred times or written a diary entry hoping someone would magically read it… This story is for you. ~ Author’s Note Hello readers! I don’t know how you found this book — maybe through a recommendation, maybe by accident. But maybe that’s exactly how the story begins too. Accidentally. Silently. But meaningfully. This book isn’t just fiction. It’s memory. It’s emotion. It’s for the girl who held back her tears and smiled anyway. It’s for the boy who loved but couldn’t say it out loud. It’s for you, if you’ve ever paused at 2 a.m. with a diary on your lap, wondering “Did they ever feel the same?” I poured every raw emotion into this. No filters. No edits. Just honesty. So if you feel something while reading — even a little — let me know. Add this to your collection. Leave a comment. Share it with that one friend who’ll understand. Because sometimes, stories are all we have when people forget. Thank you for not leaving the pages. With love, Charu