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The International Climate Conference in Krakow will save the world from every known ecological disaster. The LSD (Luxembourg Spy Department) wants to help: they send Red, The Runner, to start this story with a BANG. But when Red completes his mission, he discovers that global warming is just a cosy campfire, compared with Scarlett's burning rage after being fired. Red tries to stay cool: "You deserve a better job. I'll help you." But Scarlett is not interested in finding a new job; she wants to find the criminal who made her lose the old one. All the terrible things in human history were done by men. Women are nice, warm, soft, friendly, kind, with a big mother's heart for everyone. When a woman like Scarlett wants revenge, there's nothing to be afraid of.

Kai Reyes, the brooding, motorcycle-riding alpha of Northwood High, rules his world with an iron fist—or at least, he tries to. His carefully constructed image of untouchable dominance is shattered when he encounters Seraphina, a brilliant and fiercely independent scholar who possesses a captivating defiance that ignites a spark neither of them expected. Their initial clash of wills—a near-miss collision of chrome and crimson—sets the stage for a tumultuous romance that transcends the mundane. As their attraction deepens, they uncover a hidden world of magic and danger, forcing them to confront not only their own inner demons but also a threat that could unravel everything they hold dear. Their journey will test their loyalty, their strength, and the very boundaries of their love, in a story that blends the raw energy of teenage rebellion with the enchanting allure of a world beyond their wildest dreams. Go follow my socials: Instagram: Parker_Randall Facebook: Randall Parker Tiktok: shftr_gaming

Year 2173 They called it the R-Virus. No one could agree on where it began—some swore it was the offspring of a black-budget nanotech program gone rogue; others blamed an old war, the detritus of a weapon whose purpose had been forgotten but whose effect had not. There were those who whispered it was nature’s judgment, a final answer to humanity’s century of choking the skies in iron and plastic. Within months, the R-Virus had rewritten the rules of survival. It was not a disease of the flesh, at least not at first. It preyed on the microscopic prosthetics, implants, and nanite swarms that pulsed invisibly through human bodies—the augmentations people had long taken for granted. The virus corroded them from within, turning sleek alloys into pitted flakes of orange and brown. Augmented limbs locked in place. Cybernetic hearts seized and stopped. But the virus didn’t stop with the machines. It spread to the natural metals in the human body—iron in the blood, trace elements in the bones—turning them brittle, rust-colored, and dead. Those afflicted were said to “rust away,” their bodies slowing, seizing, and finally collapsing into motionless husks. For the animals, the effect was stranger. Instead of corrosion, the R-Virus fused them with silicon-based structures from the technology that once littered every inch of the planet. Muscles wove with glassy fibers. Bones crystallized. Skin became plates of mirrored armor. Their eyes reflected the world like cold, unblinking lenses. Over decades, the survivors evolved into Silicon Beasts—creatures of glass, stone, and steel, as cunning as they were lethal. The surface world was theirs now. Human cities—once luminous with neon arteries and towers of chrome—crumbled into skeletal ruins, picked apart by the new predators. Humanity had no choice but to flee into the depths, carving out subterranean cities and labyrinthine tunnels lined with rust-proof alloys, sealed away from the virus-laden winds above. Generations passed in darkness. Children were born and raised without ever seeing a horizon. Above, the thundering steps of the Beasts became the heartbeat of a world no longer theirs. The surface became a place of myth—whispered about by tunnel fires, dreamed of by fools and outlaws. Now, in the Year 2231, the R-Virus still rides the wind like a ghost, lingering in every breath of open air. But for those few who dare to walk above, it is not the virus they fear most—it is the Silicon Beasts that stalk the ruins.

"You. Are. Mine" I whisper as he trails his hand along my chest as he kisses me and says, "Yes, yours, Damian. Always." "He's a beast. An abomination."- Damian Godfrey is a billionaire. Handsome, controlled, driven. His life is filled with lavish comforts and extravagant luxuries. But, when the bashful Lucas Carter, applies for a job in Godfrey Corp, Damian shockingly finds out that he wants this man. But, Damian's past is haunted with demons. Some are dead, and some aren't. After many decades, when Damian thought, he faced all of them down; he turns out to be wrong. What will happen when Damian's previous demons come to chase the couple? Will Lucas be tainted with Godfrey's past? Or will they, as a pact, face and kill the demons one by one? On the contrary, Lucas Carter knows that loving his boss wouldn't be so easy. But will it be that hard to make him run for the hills? Or will he stay with Damian, healing his empty and tormented heart?

Od wczesnego dzieciństwa Emerald była kształtowana na zabójcę. . Dorastając w mrocznym środowisku, gdzie wszystko, co widzi i zna, to zło i przemoc zasiane w jej umyśle i sercu, że bycie zabójcą to jedyny sposób na przetrwanie. W miarę dojrzewania Emerald nauczyła się akceptować swoje mroczne instynkty i wykorzystywać je na swoją korzyść, stając się potężną siłą, z którą należy się liczyć w jej bezwzględnym świecie. Ale wszystko się zmieniło, gdy poznała rozpieszczoną córkę najpotężniejszego przestępcy w mieście. „Zakazane połączenie, ukryta prawda i przyszłość Emerald wisiała na włosku".

Chrome is the most powerful planet,the chromatic are immortals but have low birth rate.Anabely is the chomatics queen but thanks to a traitor her matic,what make chromatics immortal,was spilt in more than a half.Now Anabely need to get to Earth to recuperate her matic.Is just that Anabely would find more than just her matic,she would also find love.

My husband’s mistress thought I was his secret lover. "I’ll send you and your bastard to hell!" she screamed as her fists flew. She left me bleeding on the floor, my face ruined, my baby gone. Through the pain, I heard my husband on the phone. He was soothing her. “My poor baby, are you hurt? Did you chip a nail?” But when he realized the “bitch” his mistress had destroyed was me. He shattered.

W świecie cieni i bogów prawda jest jedynie złudzeniem pod którą kryją się najciemniejsze sekrety. Świat, gdzie moc kusi i deprawuje, a cienka granica oddzielająca śmiertelnika od potwora rozmywa się w ogniu walki i rytuale krwi. Ludzie czczą bogów, których obecność często przynosi chaos i zniszczenie, ale także nadzieję i ochronę. Arata, który pamięta swoje poprzednie życie, staje wobec prawdy, której nawet bogowie nie mogą mu odebrać – że w świecie przesyconym mrokiem prawdziwymi potworami często bywają ludzie, a on sam musi balansować na krawędzi własnego człowieczeństwa, by odnaleźć odpowiedzi, które mogą go ocalić lub zgubić na zawsze.

For a brilliant but lonely game developer, death was not a "Game Over" but the beginning of a new and brutal "New Game+". He wakes up not in heaven but in a dark cave, trapped in the body of a colossal metal-armored dragon, a war machine with a processor for a heart.

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!