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Only when all the living perish, will there be peace ... Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off. That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die... But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again. Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in. That this would repeat itself for an eternity. The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword. At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. He took his first steps to break out of the cycle. And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands. ...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

Three action-packed paranormal novels by author Robbie Cox. ALPHA RISING: He’s sent to Bull Creek to replace the alpha and protect the community from those who wish to destroy it. PANTHER HUNTED: She moved to Bull Creek to escape an arranged marriage, but he refuses to let her go. BEAR NECESSITIES: He ran away to Bull Creek because of a death that wasn’t his fault, but another child needs his protection. Paranormal tropes included: Shifters Vampires Special forces Witches Reluctant heroes Dive into The Bull Creek Chronicles with fast-paced alpha men and women who don’t quit as they protect the people of Bull Creek those who would see their safe haven destroyed. Each of these action-packed novels has a happily-ever-after and no cliffhangers! Bull Creek Chronicles is created by Robbie Cox, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

The Laughing Man: A Romance of English History — Rafafederico This novel weaves together themes of social injustice and political critique against the backdrop of English history. At its core stands Gwynplaine, a man marked by cruelty — his disfigured face serving as a haunting reflection of humanity’s indifference toward the marginalized. The story opens with Ursus, a wandering philosopher and juggler, and his companion Homo, a domesticated wolf. Together, they roam from place to place, performing for the public while living a nomadic life. From the very beginning, the narrative immerses readers in a sense of loneliness and abandonment. A young child, left behind after a group of ragged travelers hastily departs by sea, becomes the embodiment of fate’s cruelty. Forced to confront solitude and survival, the child’s struggle sets the stage for a profound exploration of suffering, identity, and resilience in a world both beautiful and brutal. Ultimately, The Laughing Man invites readers to reflect on how, even amid despair and deformity, the human spirit continues to seek love, meaning, and hope.

Betrayed by his closest allies and left to die in a cursed dungeon, Dorian Grinn discovers the truth about his unique skill: he cannot die. Each death strengthens his body, sharpens his mind, and erodes his sanity. Trapped in an endless cycle of brutal deaths, he emerges from the abyss not as the man he once was, but as something far more dangerous—a laughing, unpredictable force of nature. Fueled by hatred for the weak and an insatiable thirst for vengeance, Dorian sets out to destroy the comrades who betrayed him and the system that empowers them. With every step, he builds an empire from chaos, turning misfits and monsters into his loyal army. But the gods of this world don’t take kindly to rebellion, and Dorian isn’t just fighting for revenge—he’s fighting to break the world itself. Madness is his weapon. Immortality is his curse. And death? Just another joke.

Ellen, you’ve always said ‘be kind,’ but let’s be honest—kindness isn’t always a choice, especially when life decides to dump on you. Your show gets canceled and suddenly you’re off to England, like kindness is easier with an accent and a cup of tea. But hey, you’ve never been afraid to make bold choices—except maybe with your sexuality. Was it really a choice, Ellen, or were you just finally sick of men’s b*******? Because honestly, while you were throwing a tantrum on set, I could’ve used some r e a l help, not just r e e l help. Next time, save the drama for the cameras and bring the kindness to real life, yeah? I mean, is your name DeGeneres or DeJerk? And let’s talk about your ‘helping’—everybody you helped had to be run through the CIA first! Be honest, Ellen: did you skip helping some people because the CIA said you shouldn’t, or because you couldn’t remember if you were hosting a talk show or running a background check? At this point, it’s easier to get into the Pentagon than to get a hug from Ellen! But hey, hosting a Big Chill like that, you must know what being syndicated really means—because after all the drama, it looks like your kindness is the only thing still in reruns. And I mean for the viewer, not for you. So how can you know something like that—how the business really works—and still throw a tantrum every time stuff doesn’t go your way? Ellen, with all that experience, you should know: if you want a happy ending, you’ve got to be kind all the way to the credits! And you know what? I challenge you to actually take your own advice for once—help somebody in actual need. Like me, this time. Because it’s not money I need—I need someone to actually give a s***. so I'm callin BS on your BS, respect fu LL y ©F course! how to be not a dick 101

After a tragic yet absurd death, Keal awakens in a world where emotions have power-and gods feed on them. Gifted with the ability to see emotional threads, his laughter masks something deeper. As reality fractures and madness creeps in, one thing becomes clear: Keal isn't just part of the game. He's about to break it.

Mark's deepest, darkest fantasy is about to come true... After confessing his desire to watch his wife Sarah be thoroughly dominated by a well-hung black bull, their marriage is rocked by erotic new possibilities. Sarah explores her pent-up lust as she gives herself to a massive, muscular ebony stud, fulfilling Mark's ultimate cuckold dream.

Charlie wasn't satisfied. He was a nobody, with no family, and no prospects, living in the middle of nowhere. That wasn't even the worst part. Ever he met that immortal god in the forest as a child, Charlie knew that the world was so much bigger than he could ever imagine. But he was too weak to set out on his own and for even daring to dream big his fellow villagers treated him like a pariah. The disappointment was almost too much for a teenager to bear. Charlie woke up one day dragging his feet at the prospect of more monotonous farming. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and saw, HIMSELF!?? No it looked like him but older, cleaner, disheveled but good looking!! "I must be dreaming, I know for a fact I don't own a mirror and I sure don't look anything like that!!" The reflection smiled, he looked happy but a little terrifying, "Hahaha I'm you kid!! You from the future!! Hahahahahaha!!!" Charlie's reflection continued to laugh and laugh until it became extremely off-putting. Charlie lay back down on his bed and closed his eyes, "Yep it's a dream, definitely a dream, time to wake up... Wake up... you can do it... "Hahahahahahaahahahhahhhahahahwh!!!" Charlie, "..."

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!

Shocking! The rough husband is the hidden master in the time-travel novel. She is the sacrificial victim for the male lead's pursuit of true love, the pitiful person who transforms grief and indignation into motivation, the obsessive person who constantly wants to slap the male lead's face with money, the lemon essence contrasting the female lead’s gentleness and generosity. Xu Qinghuan: Emma, is this talking about me? Xu Qinghuan transmigrated into a book, into a time-travel novel written by her best friend, where her father died early, her mother remarried, and she was raised in her second uncle's home since childhood. Her cousin and fiancé are entangled? "Break off the engagement, whoever wants the central air conditioner can take it!" Her biological mother manipulates her with work? Isn't it just going to the countryside? The Great Northeast's black land is fertile, where every year you can lie on the heated kang and eat for half the year. Which corporate slave wouldn’t love it? Most importantly, there is a big shot she wants to cling to. Jiang Xingye is someone that even the male lead admires, the future global richest man, the hidden master in the book. After going to the countryside, Xu Qinghuan goes straight to Jiang Xingye. Her original plan was to be a little follower for the big shot and never thought of developing an inappropriate relationship with him. When the man gruffly raises his eyebrows and coaxingly tells her to hold on a little longer, she only wants to ask: What about being wealthy and detached? What about having a strong career ambition and no time for romance? What about being a 007 workaholic who doesn’t even return home?