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Kit and Kat are childhood friends growing up in the United States of Arizona, a state not historically known for embracing other cultures. Will their friendship survive? Or will Kit be pulled back into his white washed world while Kat gets pulled into her safety by numbers Latino neighborhood.

Someone -- or something -- is causing magical blizzards at Fairleigh Hall. The estate is suffering, and the Earl has requested assistance.<br><br>Constable Kit Thompson, of Bow Street’s Preternatural Division, isn’t especially thrilled to be sent out to the country. At least the assignment gets him away from fashionable London society and his own unwanted celebrity after successfully solving a notorious case. Of course, he’s now trapped at a country estate due to closed roads, snowstorms, and magic, but Kit’s always liked solving puzzles. He’s good at using empathic skills for investigations, and this is definitely a challenge. Besides, the Earl’s younger brother is an irritating and delicious temptation, all blue eyes and muscles and boundless enthusiastic optimism. Kit wants to either shake sense into him or kiss him senseless -- and can’t trust him, either, because if someone’s genuinely sabotaging the weather, everyone’s a suspect.<br><br>Harry Arden, younger brother of the Earl of Fairleigh, has never met a Preternatural Division constable before, much less a famous and celebrated one. He wants to help. And he wants to make that attractive but cynical constable smile, at least once. But the estate hides a family secret, and Harry knows perfectly well Kit doesn’t trust him ... and for good reason. Still, Harry offers to do what he can to assist with the investigation, and if that means spending more time with Kit, that’s a bonus. <br><br>When Harry and Kit end up caught by those magical storms, snowed in together at the old hunting lodge, they’ll have to trust each other with their secrets ... and their hearts.

I never saw his face. I only breathed him in. He passed me once—on a crowded platform, just long enough for the scent of his cologne to reach me. It wasn’t just a smell. It was a memory I’d never lived, a heartbeat I’d never heard. And in that one breath, I fell. Now I chase a ghost made of fragrance and fantasy. Friends call it obsession. I call it fate. He doesn’t know I exist. But I’m about to change that. A story about the chemistry we can’t explain, the strangers who leave a mark, and the magic of falling for someone who may not even be real.

the world entered an apocalypse and 100,000 people are dragged into a 'game' where they will have to build a shelter capable of withstanding all kinds of natural disasters and radioactive monsters while they themselves increase their strength. [the conditions to be returned to their world are to survive for two years while increasing their strength and reinforcing their shelter or die on the way].

Kit is torn between two lovers and some dangerous people are after her.

Winlu took his time finishing up his routine software development work in his home office. He had completed this week's contract deadline on time, but when he fell asleep, he transmigrated. He woke up in a cultivation world. But there seemed to be something different about his situation. His virtual desktop and IDE tools followed him to this new world and mutated. Follow him as he tries to handle the challenges this new situation brings him.

This is a story of a transmigration with great and charm setting out to say 5h3 world

When the world shattered and dungeons erupted across London, Arjun Mehra didn’t awaken a powerful class or a rare mark—he tripped, fell, and accidentally killed a dungeon boss. Now he’s stuck with a mythic legacy no one understands, a cursed system that only activates when he defeats final bosses himself, and a glowing crown mark that keeps attracting attention he really doesn’t want. Worse? He can’t even enter dungeons solo anymore. Teamed up with powerful (and weirdly interested) Awakened women, Arjun just wants to survive, steal the kill, and maybe get lunch afterward. But with each victory, he inherits the terrifying power—and memories—of ancient Dungeon Kings. London’s dungeons are getting deadlier. Arjun’s powers are getting stranger. And his harem? Completely accidental. He’s not a hero. He’s not a leader. He’s just the guy who keeps accidentally becoming both.

"Beware, oh Light. For when your Herald falls, so begin the drums of war." World eating beasts, gods that are supposed to be gone, an evil sect of the powerful elite planning from the shadows, A dead Herald of light and Heralds that cannot sing anymore. Wierd new Krystals that are killing people. Yup, The Empire is a drum of fuel soaked shtak waiting for one little match, and I just might be it. My name is Aletta Cologne, and yesterday if I was asked to introduce myself I would've said; bounty hunter by day, bounty hunter by night. Antiquities dealer every weekend, Scholastic Historian when I've got the time. The only thing cool about my life is the fact that I am best friends with a Herald. Heralds are the glue that holds The Iragan Empire together. Ordained by the Great Mother herself to sing her prophecies and make life so much easier for the rest of us. That all changes when my mother; THE Herald of Light, is murdered, and the heralds begin to lose their mana, fulfilling a three-thousand-year-old prophecy. The Nazgul are world eating creatures of the dark that have been locked out of this dimension for thousands of years. They have never stopped searching for a point of entry. Without the Herald of light, we are the weakest there is. If we do not find my mother's killer, then her soul cannot anoint the new Herald. Without the Herald of Light to keep the Velos gate closed the Nazgul will come through and consume our existence. Oh, and there is a shadowy sect of the Elite plotting to rip power from the heralds. I shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning.

This is the story of Shi-heum and Yoon-sung, who found themselves living together due to circumstances beyond their control.