hay ball for horses

La noche antes de su boda, su prometido huyó con su amante. Frustrada, abordó al hombre que se encontraba ante ella, frente al registro civil. —Presidente Mo, tu esposa no vino y mi esposo huyó. ¿Puedo proponerle que nos casemos? Antes de casarse, ella dijo: —¡Incluso si compartimos la misma cama, nada pasará entre nosotros! Luego de casarse, él dijo: —Si no lo intentamos, ¿cómo lo sabremos?

The latest novel by the author of 'I Became An Immortal On Mortal Realm', Let me laugh, the author you will never be disappointed with, enjoy to your heart's content!!! ------------- Author's message to webnovel readers: It has come as an unexpected delight that Xianxia novels, a genre unique to China, have been warmly received by an international audience. I sincerely thank everyone for their support. I am committed to considering all the valuable suggestions put forth by readers, and to maintaining the style you have all come to love, all the while striving to continue delivering my best work. The book "Steadily Becoming a Saint, The Immortal Officials Hired Me to Tend the Horses" retains the familiar style of my previous works but ventures into entirely new territory with its plot and world-building. This story will reflect mortal aspirations for eternal life and ascension to immortality, as well as portray the epic tale of celestial beings witnessing the evolution of the universe through the ages. I hope you will all enjoy it. Best regards. by Let me laugh ------------- As a house servant, Gu An accidentally shattered a jar of Spirit Flowers in his youth, and in his panic, he discovered that he had seized twelve years of life span! A path to immortality thus unfolded before Gu An's eyes! In order to cultivate in peace, Gu An chose to become a Servant Disciple of the Supreme Sect, planting medicinal herbs daily to cultivate by seizing the life span of these herbs. Through the evolution of life span, his Basic Skill constantly evolved, deducing from Basic Sorcery to reach Divine Skills that connected to heaven! Eras changed, constellations shifted, and the Mortal World transformed vastly. Gradually, legends of immortals emerged in the Mortal World. The immortal known as Gu An expended half of his life span, helping his Cultivation Level break through the limits of the Immortal Path and achieving the realm of a Saint, soaring above the heavenly laws. However, one day, a white-robed old man with a saintly presence came to visit Gu An. "I am Xuan Qing from the Heavenly Stars above, appointed by the Heavenly Emperor Tai Hao. Hearing of Daoist Friend's numerous benevolent deeds in the Mortal World and your countless rescues of the living beings here, the merits are immeasurable. Thus, I have been dispatched from the Lower Realm to invite Daoist Friend to join the ranks of the immortals, to take up an immortal office, the Divine Steed Celestial Official." "May I ask what the duties of the Divine Steed Celestial Official are?" "In the Heavenly Court, there are divine steeds that can traverse earth and heaven and penetrate Yin Yang. The Divine Steed Celestial Official is responsible for looking after and feeding these divine steeds." Huh? Taking care of horses? Groom?!

``` Zein era un guía solitario viviendo en la tierra olvidada por los dioses de la zona roja, guiando por dinero y supervivencia. Hasta que la guild con la que trabajaba causó una tragedia. Conducido por el dolor y la culpa, Zein se convirtió en un guía mercenario en la tierra que bordea la prohibida Zona Mortal, trabajando como un monje suicida. Un día, un esper prepotente apareció de repente y le dijo: —Si estás tan empeñado en morir, ¿por qué no vienes conmigo a la Zona Mortal? —una extraña propuesta, una sonrisa nostálgica. ¿Había Zein realmente conocido a ese hombre antes? Siguiendo al hombre hacia la zona mortal, ¿encontrará Zein el descanso que busca, o será arrastrado por una tormenta? Pero no hay tal cosa como el amor en la Zona Mortal... ¿o sí? * * * La historia se sitúa en un universo de Centinela, por lo que habrá: —Centinela (Esper) y guía. —¡Mazmorra! —Romance. —Acción. —...¿Erotismo? ;) Es una historia de amor (más o menos) envuelta en enredos del sistema de mazmorras, con habilidades y acción y esas cosas. ```

(novel library) Your people roam the Great Steppe, chased and challenged by the fearsome Tribe of the Black Wolf. Their leader, the shaman Zhan-Ukhel, calls forth savage magic from Chernobog, the god who rules their tribe. Your tribe must have a leader who can call down protection from the gods. That leader is you, and this is your saga. Rule your tribe as an iron-fisted chieftain or as a benevolent guardian. Will your allies support you on the field of battle? Will the gods come when you need them most? Do you even need the gods to smite your enemies, or will you seize divine power for yourself?

I started off as nothing, just a mass of consciousness that slowly evolved. Just your average overpowered existence hungry for a multiverse adventure. Demons? They are my friends. Monsters? They are delicacies. Heroes? Not even equal to the dirt on my boots. Royalty? Money Machi- Ahem, a pleasure doing business. Immortals and Gods? Share with me the latest gossips! With power comes responsibility, but I'm just a ball... or am I just a ball? Watch as I regain my memories and beat up my past self. Note: No common sense in the story. Highly controversial. This is a contracted work, expect to unlock chapters. Season 1's standards differ greatly. Drama seekers, toxic bitches and overly-sensitive folks who cannot chillax not welcomed. Author also has indemnity to typo, grammar mistakes and English bugs throughout the story. You have been warned. Proceed with caution and enjoy. *** Note: Please check out new contracted work Monarch of Solitude if you liked the author's work. Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/destinyaitsuji Discord: https://discord.gg/UrtDMXn

Textos con sabores cálido y reconfortante, o puede ser picante, ardiente, ser un sabor tan fuerte e intenso que hace sentir como si la mente estuviera en llamas, como la sensación que produce la pimienta. Contenidos aleatorios, tiene una temperatura alta, puede quemar, ser abrasador, estar hirviendo, levantar ampollas en la críticas, chisporrotea en tu elección. Definitivamente no son platos, pero hay sabores, fríos, blandos, suaves, indiferentes, sin sabor.

Hayama traveled and was reborn as a Saiyan baby in Dragon Ball. After crossing into the high-risk and high-strength Dragon Ball world, Ye Shan said that he was too panicked. Fortunately, there are still benefits for travelers. Twelve Modifiers Version 1.0! F110 times the training speed! Let you feel the sourness that your cultivation is like sitting on a rocket! ~ F210 times savvy! ! There are no martial arts moves in this world that I can't learn, just let me take a look. Just a glance! F3 unlimited strength! ! Just look at the name! ! F4 .............................................. has twelve items Modifier, Ye Shan said, slaughtering gods and destroying Buddhas is a breeze~~! ------------------------------------------------------ This fan-fic is not mine, all property is the original author I will only publish.

Elías se estremeció, su frágil cuerpo temblando mientras Viktor sujetaba sus muñecas sobre su cabeza, el amplio cuerpo del jefe de la mafia encerrándolo contra la fría pared de la cocina. El aroma a pólvora y las Feromonas Alfa de Viktor... oscuras, como cedro ahumado... inundaron los sentidos de Elías, debilitando sus rodillas. Sus supresores estaban fallando, su aroma omega de vainilla escapándose, y los ojos grises de Viktor ardían con algo peligroso. "Señor... usted... Usted me dijo que me mantuviera alejado de su..." tartamudeó Elías, su voz un susurro tembloroso. "Shh," gruñó Viktor, sus labios rozando la oreja de Elías, enviando un escalofrío por su columna. "Ni una palabra más, Elías." Elías cerró los ojos, con el corazón acelerado, mientras el agarre de Viktor se apretaba, el calor de su cuerpo encendiendo una chispa prohibida que podría arruinarlos a ambos. '¿Cómo diablos llegamos a esto?' . Elías Kane es un omega débil al límite, ocultando su dulce aroma a vainilla detrás de supresores baratos para sobrevivir en un mundo que desprecia a los de su clase. Con su hermana Lila en coma y las facturas del hospital aplastándolo, el joven de diecinueve años acepta un trabajo peligroso como niñera de Dante y Dario, los gemelos salvajes de Viktor Drago, un rey de la mafia cuyo corazón helado y rasgos cincelados ocultan un pasado brutal. Viviendo en la mansión fortificada de Viktor, Elías debe mentir sobre ser un Beta, esquivando el caos incesante de los gemelos y las miradas vigilantes en una casa donde la confianza es como el filo de una navaja. Pero Viktor, marcado por la traición de un omega, es una tormenta de la que Elías no puede escapar. El cuidado gentil de Elías hacia los gemelos va desgastando el exterior frío de Viktor, su aroma prohibido despertando una obsesión que el Alfa no puede negar. Cuando un Alfa rival detecta el aroma de Elías, los celos encienden el lado posesivo de Viktor, atrapando a Elías en una red de lujuria y peligro. ¿Qué sucederá cuando Viktor descubra que Elías es un Omega? ¿Será demasiado tarde para ambos?

Chronicles the journey of a young and talented martial artist named Seraphina. With dreams of becoming a Galactic Patrol officer, she embarks on a path filled with challenges, friendships, and self-discovery. Follow her rise as she strives to fulfill her aspirations in a world where martial arts and ki control reign supreme.

[highly mature book] [crime and psychological thriller webnovel] *[This novel takes a refreshing break from overused plot tropes such as the billionaire playboy or bad boy falls for good girl. This is a new taste of mystery/thriller genre that offers something new, something deeper and darker]* In the opulent streets of Beverly Hills, a string of murders sends shockwaves through the city, Los Angeles. Each victim is left with their eyes replaced—a signature as chilling as it is mysterious. Detective Lorenzo Hoffman, a seasoned investigator known for his unrelenting focus, is drawn into a case that grows darker with every clue. The accused is a world class opthomologist and in the eye of public, she is perceived as innocent for her breathtaking beauty and noble profession. As he digs deeper, Hoffman finds himself entangled in a web of psychological manipulation and hidden motives, where nothing is as it seems. The killer’s methods are calculated, their presence elusive, and their purpose disturbingly personal. With each revelation, Hoffman is forced to confront not only the darkness of the case but also the shadows within himself. The glass ball eyes is a gripping tale of obsession, deception, and the thin line between justice and madness. When every truth feels like a trap, can Hoffman uncover the killer before they strike again?