pigs in a blanket with bacon

After being kicked out of her home, Sophia planned to raise pigs to survive. She found an old pig trough, a container used to feed pigs, and brought it home. But after using it, her pigs grew thinner for no reason. One day, she noticed the trough could swallow anything she threw in and then spit out treasures like gold, jade, and ancient items. She soon discovered the trough was connected to the past, to a powerful war general named General Yves who nearly conquered the Western Land before dying young. His kingdom collapsed, but through the trough, things from his world kept reaching hers.

"The notorious Butcher Zhang died!" words soon spread across the town, sparking both excitement and grief. Just on the night before the burial, an odd scratching sound comes out of the coffin. But no one knows that inside Butcher Zhang's body lives a transmigrator's soul.

What would you do if you were told to kill? Actually, you don't get a choice.

A blanket given consicious helps its master survive and then thrive oh and there is a system helping along the way. Authour: Casual write updating unstable enjoy!

On the day I learned that my half-sister was coming back, I recorded a video of the pig farm in the countryside and posted it on my Moments, playfully adding a caption. [I, the fake daughter, am packing up to return to the countryside to raise pigs now that the real daughter is coming back. Home-grown black pork, fed with fruit. Interested parties, contact ****.] I didn't expect to receive a phone call from my boyfriend, who was hastily questioning me. I teased him by admitting that I have no blood relation with the Huo Family, only to be met with his profane outburst, calling me poor, and breaking up with me on the spot. I never imagined he was that kind of person. I looked down at the new car key I had bought for him, a Land Rover, which I had planned to gift. What a pity, it could only gather dust in the garage with the other cars.

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The novel opens with Elara Vane, known only by her cold precision and her devastating vow to silence the House of Kaelen - the powerful, corrupt dynasty responsible for the execution of her father, Arthur Vane. Her father, an honest city architect, was murdered after exposing Kaelen's financial crimes, his memory silenced by the state. Elara’s quest is driven by the dark irony of the novel’s title, Epiglottis - the biological flap that prevents choking. She aims to ensure the Kaelen name, its legacy, and it's very breath, can never pass into the future. Elara’s methods are not those of a killer, but an architect of ruin. Her strikes are psychological and systemic, designed to preserve the Kaelen shell while poisoning its core. She begins by orchestrating the financial and social collapse of the eldest heir, Cassian, banishing him to ignominy. The second blow is even more tragic: deploying the Aesthetic Despondency Oil (ADO), a neuro-chemical weapon designed by her compromised mentor, Professor Thorne, to turn artistic creation into profound psychological pain for the daughter, Seraphina. Seraphina's resulting public breakdown ensures the loss of a crucial political marriage. As the dynasty begins to crumble, Elara encounters her greatest obstacle and most tragic complication: Commander Joric Tahl, the Head of Kaelen Security. Joric is a man of duty, a 'Shield' forced to serve a corrupt house to maintain life support for his critically ill sister, Elena. In their professional meetings - where Elara wears the mask of "Archivist Veridia" - a profound intellectual and moral connection forms. Joric is hunting a ghost; Elara is the ghost, and their shared despair over the city's corruption binds them in a devastating, impossible attraction. The tragic climax begins when Elara attempts the final, financial strike against Valen Kaelen, only to be blocked by the A-V-LOCK, the impenetrable firewall designed by her own murdered father. This failure forces Elara to abandon her moral code and plan a final, biological attack - the Mnemotic Lapse agent - targeting the youngest, most innocent Kaelen son, Elias, through the city's nutrient supply chain (The Citadel Gardens). The confrontation at the Citadel is the devastating turning point. Joric, having traced the biological threat and realized Elara's identity, arrives with the antidote. He confronts her, not with a weapon, but with a challenge: whether her father's "silent justice" truly extends to the erasure of a child's mind. Elara's resolve breaks, but the compound is accidentally released, contaminating the entire Kaelen food source. In the aftermath, Joric makes his agonizing choice: he cannot save the Kaelen name, but he must save Elena. He spares Elara, extracting a final pact - she must deliver the evidence of Valen Kaelen’s crimes, including the A-V-LOCK key, to ensure the dynasty’s public, total exposure, which would secure a new, honest government that would protect Elena. Elara complies, trading her freedom for the truth. In the epilogue, the Kaelen dynasty is utterly erased. Joric becomes a respected advisor in the new government, ensuring Elena's safety. Elara Vane, the architect of ruin, chooses the required silence, living as a quiet librarian in a distant coastal town. Her vengeance is complete, having restored her father's truth. Her final piece of closure is a new copy of her father’s book, delivered by Joric, bearing the inscription: The Epiglottis protects the breath. The truth sets it free. The silent vengeance leads not to further death, but to a collective breath of freedom for the city.

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A school of vampires Full blood and half blood They have one and only rule from the family of the highest vampire family "You can't love human"

NSFW WARNING ______________ Would you really enjoy a place where anything is possible? Or would whoever you are still pursue you? ______________________ N/A: This work may deal with sensitive topics. None of them are promoted or condoned. The work is entirely fictional. Please separate the reality from what is written here. English is not my primary language, so I apologize for any spelling mistakes.