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A rocky marriage leads to Zhao ZiWei being cheated on by her husband, Song JianAn. During the torturous period, Song JianAn shamed and humiliated Ziwei at a high class VIP socialite event with his mistress Yu WenJing. The 5 Kings of Royal W Hotel witnessed the situation and came to your rescue. However only one of them will be the one to end your misery. That's when your extravagant life starts at Royal W Hotel.

Everything feels calm and it didn't hurt when they weren't face-to-face, but in the end fate tells them everything. Ami and Ryu are detectives from a private company, while Haru, on the other hand, is a young man with either the advantage of being able to hear and absorb the thoughts of others. Until everything changed when he met the girl, he was confused with thoughts swirling in his head, 'Why that girl?'. Why did he lose his ability with that girl? He felt at peace just by hearing her mind and her voice. However, there are many questions and other occurrences that await them in the future. The only one who is the biggest question is cleanliness "Who are you?".

In the year 2309, the world was under the dominion of Synthetiks (AIs), SynthHumans (hybrids of humans and AIs), and humans. Rio, a remarkably intelligent human, had been chosen for transformation into a SynthHuman. After spending five years at the coveted AI Harmonics Central (AHC), Rio's life took a drastic turn when a chance accident revealed a government secret concealed from the world. Struggling to survive in Slateville, a forsaken province for humans, Rio employed his skills to forge fake IDs, counterfeit cards, and devise methods to breach government security systems for a living. Amidst his covert activities, a mysterious woman sought him out. A secret agency approached Rio with a mission-to investigate restricted files and expose the hidden truths the government sought to keep in the shadows. In "W-files #1: The Missing Flights in 2030," Rio finds himself thrust into unraveling the biggest flight disappearances in history. All flights operated by SkyVista Airways vanished from radar screens every 9th of the month in the year 2030, precisely when they reached the coordinates 12°31'58.4"S 79°17'01.5"E. Now, in the year 2309, a survivor miraculously emerges, potentially providing a breakthrough to this enigmatic case.

A man stumbles upon a system that surprisingly makes him more bold and more intelligent… Will he use that to his exploits? Or will he become arrogant due to the system and meet his inevitable demise? - BTW!!! There may be a lot of grammar mistakes, I’m also too lazy to find an editor. The pacing is absolute shit since this is my first time writing a book. I also have the maturity of a 10 year old, SO PLEASE! WORSHIPP ME MY FELLOW DAOISTS!!!

USA, Louisiana.. a small town in north-east Louisiana.. if you see a little-bitty tiny dot with the name 'Oak Grove' beside it.. in the most north-east corner of Louisiana.. fifteen minute drive north.. and you' ve crossed into the state of Arkansas.. Or if you would have drove fifteen minutes east instead of north.. you would have crossed over the Mississippi-Louisiana state line.. so that gives you a pretty good general location of the town of my birth.. Unfortunately it wouldn't be the town of my untimely and unexpected death.. nope.. for I would not die in a town.. no.. I would be eventually crushed.. by a section.. of thirty-two inch.. steel.. heavy-wall.. industrial pipe.. for a natural gas line.. being lay'n.. from just north of the cities.. Odessa and Midland.. of the state of Texas.. Over a thousand miles away from my place of birth.. Bastrop.. Louisiana.. where the closest 'safe' hospital was for me to be born at.. forty miles west.. by north-west from where my family had lived for generations.. Oak Grove.. My family has worked as surveyors.. for pipelines and gas or oil facilities.. being built all across this great country on the continent of North America.. for atleast two generations.. If my children take up the mantle.. that would make.. three generations of my family.. to feed and provide for their families.. working as pipeline surveyors.. see Oak Grove is poor.. poor as dirt.. total population.. barely over two thousand.. average gross income per capita per family for a year.. less than ten thousand dollars a year.. there's just no real paying jobs.. in Oak Grove or anywhere near it.. so while the people who choose to work in Oak Grove make ten thousand dollars a year.. I started out as a 'rod-man' which was the lowest man on the 'totem-pole'.. making what those in Oak grove..worked a year for.. I made in a month.. I did nothing but pack bundles of wooden stakes.. then carry them up the mountains of West Virginia.. Or across the deserts of West Texas.. swamps of south Louisiana.. down around Baton Rouge.. or Tibbedaux.. the Everglades of Florida.. fuck I get that nauseous feeling every time I think of when I 'work'd' there.. I walked up on a dead body without a head.. not long after that.. still on the same project I saw the 'headless' corpse on.. I almost stepped on the biggest python I've ever seen.. the fucker was atleast ten feet long and two to three feet wide around.. Anywho, back to what I was talking back before I went off subject for a bit.. I started out making ten thousand dollars every month.. thats twelve times what I would have earned working a month in Oak Grove.. instead of working in these dangerous jobs.. Been a lot of dangerous places.. dangerous terrains.. working in a very hazardous career.. but I was well paid like I said.. and now I don't have a body left to send home to my parents.. that section of pipe.. weigh tens of thousands of pounds.. when the 'Komoda' excavators that were lifting the section tipped.. that was it.. one of the operators didn't extend his 'boom' on his excavator all the way out like he should have.. Now the pipes falling.. as soon as it lands on me.. thats it.. so much weight.. my head will pop and shoot right of my shoulders.. up in the air towards the heavens themselves.. reaches its peak height of its short flight.. then falling.. all whilst my body will be crushed and explode to nothing but splatter'd meat paste.. ending my first life.. trust I've seen it.. I know what will happen from experience.. and so beings the next chapter of life.. I see a tunnel with bright light radiating from then end of it.. as I reach the light I take the final step.. the blinding light recedes and fades away out of existence.. I find my surroundings returning to a lightness that my eyes can afford to see clearly in.. only to meet another pair of eyes facing me.. everything else is shrouded by darkness.. I see only eyes.. staring at me.. staring into me.. starin

After Wolfe, a famous music producer, commits suicide, his six long-time friends will reunite after years because of his last wish; create a music band. Skylar will lead the group along with Shadow, her best friend, and soon the six of them will find out about the story behind Wolfe’s death. They will come up with a revenge plan to make every traitor pay for their crimes. Meanwhile, new friendships and forbidden loves will come into the surface.

You ever wake up one morning and think, “Hey, today I’ll just get kidnapped by a dungeon, unlock fire powers, save a girl from goblins, and somehow end up stronger than a wrecking ball with zero muscle mass to show for it”? Yeah. Me neither. Until it happened. I was your average, totally not crazy teenage boy. Kyle Walker. My biggest concern used to be whether my mom would notice I vacuumed only the parts of the rug you could see. Then I woke up with a glowing status screen hovering in front of my face, full-on RPG mechanics in real life, and a “Daily Fortune Wheel” that once rewarded me with a banana-shaped rock. (Yes, really. I still have it. It might be magical. Or just potassium-themed.) Things escalated. Fast. There were goblins. Real ones. Screeching, stabby, and not the kind you want in your bedtime stories. I rescued a girl Azalea Quinn who now thinks I’m some kind of cheat code wielding fire mage. Which, fair. I did throw a fireball. From my hand. While screaming. But the real kicker? I’m not alone. My best friend Rhea is a maybe-descendant of the war goddess Istha. She swings around a spiked club like it’s a purse and has major “goblin-hunter before breakfast” energy. (Okay, the breakfast part is a joke. Probably.) Then there’s Michael, my classmate who can now bench-press lockers and shatter school furniture like it’s made of wet paper. And LETI? That’s the super-secret government agency with mind-wipe squads, lunar-module entrances, and a gym that makes superhero boot camps look underfunded. The only normal human left in my life? Jimmy. My childhood friend. He thinks all of this is just a big anime fever dream. Bless him. So now I’m juggling school, superpowers, suspicious cafeteria meatloaf, and the cosmic prank that gave me strength stats without the muscles to match. So, no,I’m not crazy. Probably.

A guy in an astronaut suit went forward in time with his newly found technology. When he arrived future, he saw so many things he had not anticipated. He saw so many weird things he would least expected to see in future. With his "robot" guide named Jetson, he slowly learns what the actual hell had happened there.

The folks that supposedly know all about writing, publishing and printing books said, you have to tell them a little about yourself. Actually I have in the opening chapter at least. But again this is NOT supposed to be an autobiography about me, but rather the very unique experiences of my life. Naturally, some of me will creep into the pages because of how one thing led to another and then another etc. I have left a lot of the real me personal stuff out of the book on purpose for that reason. So after retiring from the military (US Air Force) after 24 pretty good years of service, I did all sorts of things but to be honest nothing was a perfect match for me. I cooked at aanEdgartown (Martha‘s Vineyard ) restaurant for a summer, drove a taxi mainly for tourists a couple oif years, worked in retail, cooked at an assisted living place, sold carpets, wood flooring, ceramic and all that for a few years. All of that was pleasureable most days, but just not me. So in 1996, remembering my service in Iceland and the litteral paradise it was in the 70‘s and 80‘s when I served there I decided to make the move. Having an Icelandic wife, that made the immigration application and approval fairly easy. Since one necessary requirement was a full time job to get a work permit. So I took a job at of all places McDonald‘s for nearly a year. A great training ground, But Iceland, like everywhere was changing, but with all the rukles and regulations about as close to slavery as busy as it was for anyone. I did announcing, finally getting on at a radio station with a show in fact three of my own over three years. But in the closing days of the century, the station changed hands a few times , managers even more frequently and someone discovered that if you taped stuff, ran computer programs and automated most of the time, you didn‘t have to pay salaries just the electric bill. So that ended the last day of 1999 when a new contract was offerred at about half pay. I declined. Then I went into tourism for 20 years, planning personal tours for people. That was great. It‘s an incredile beautiful country,expensive to live work and visit here but VERY worth the effort, even today. 2008 wasn‘t the only crash. My overall health declined rather suddenly, with iskemic optical neropathy, partially in both eyes, type two diabeties, high blood pressure and general unsteadiness, perhaps because of everything else. So enough about the author. If you want to know more, you‘ll have to ask. So enjoy the book, I wrote it to be enjoyed.

Hiroshi Tanaka has always been a loner, rejected by his crush and told he wasn’t a “real man.” When a celestial being offers him a chance to prove himself, Hiroshi is thrust into a reverse-gender world where men are rare and revered. Now inhabiting the body of a handsome, wealthy young boy, Hiroshi must navigate a society dominated by women, win their hearts, and fulfill his mission to become the ultimate “giga chad.” But as he learns the true meaning of strength and confidence, Hiroshi begins to question if becoming the perfect man is really what he needs—or if his greatest challenge is finding out who he truly is.