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Betrayal. The age old destiny of all of those in power. Nelly the crown princess to the Arbore Empire was about to embark upon a journey of sweet marriage. A bond born of love, a match sculpted by goddess of love, two souls to be joined in union for all eternity. Betrayal. Mere hours after she had recited her vows and signed the deal with a salty kiss, she was duped. Nelly's childhood friend had invoked the blood oath, forcing Nelly to stab her beloved. An oath Nelly had sworn to show that their friendship was equal. Betrayal. That same childhood friend, that same beloved husband joined hands in a shotgun wedding. Right after waking up from surgery the two were wed, in an affront to the sanctity of Nelly's marriage and a slap in the face for the Arbore Empire. Betrayal begets betrayal. Nelly had been saving her first time sucking blood for her husband, but she decided otherwise. Through fates fancy she sucked the blood of a suitor from the past, unbeknownst to her breaking the heart of her personal guard. Betrayal. Nelly's extended family had become rotten. A corruption brewed within the Arbore Empire, the Dove's eyes have been woolled over. Leaving lecherous cretins to indulge in forbidden pleasures. Oath. Nelly swore to protect her family. She swore to become stronger. Yet her broken heart couldn't stop yearning for love, but all the men in her life were poison. Some more potent than the others. Would she find the right dosage or would she explore wider options.

Rahmat, a 30-year-old Indonesian coach, finds himself thrust into the world of elite football when he’s unexpectedly appointed manager of Luton Town after their promotion to the Premier League. Struggling with limited resources, Rahmat is gifted a mysterious “System” that grants him the power to summon players from iconic football anime worlds. --- I wrote this novel for fun, to improve my writing skills, imagination, and, of course, my English skills. The novel will always be free to read and If you guys have any input or requests about how the story should progress, don't hesitate to let me know. Thank you! Disclaimer: This novel is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are products of the author's imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, or persons, living or dead, including real-life football players, teams, or managers, is purely coincidental or used solely as inspiration. Real-life figures mentioned are reimagined in a fictional context and do not represent the actual views or personalities of those individuals.

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Hi. I am the same author of the old book, the Power of the command Block. I am changing and adding this to make a better novel. *i don’t own Minecraft, it belong to Mojang, Telltale games and 4J studio, pls don’t sue me. Also the picture do not belong to me*( i did play Minecraft, not a fan but the command block inspired me to write my first novel ) also i am newbie writer so don’t expect much pro writing skill. Minecraft, a great game for all ages and it is still popular today. Thanks to human’s creativity, gamers have created a lot of things inside Minecraft. Also with the red stone creations, gamers’s creativity have reached a higher lvl by creating machine-like block creations. Then with the appearance of Command Block, a new age of Minecraft begins. The Block that can control the whole world, bend the world into what players want and mods the world into something else. Where millions of code lines can be placed into one small block and created things that players can imagine about. Sun Zhen, a former Minecraft pro player, 25 years old and have a pretty good live. But died because of a robbery. Watch as he enter the world of CULTIVATION.

Juno Dumas débarque en Première dans un lycée où les règles ne sont pas écrites. Discret, solitaire, il attire peu l’attention. Au début. Mais dans ce lycée, le respect se gagne rarement avec des mots. Et très vite, les regards changent. Les rumeurs commencent. Certains testent. D'autres observent. Car ici, les tensions ne restent pas théoriques très longtemps. Et chaque geste peut redessiner l’équilibre du bloc. Entre pression silencieuse, rapports de force et montée en tension… DEATH BLOCK commence.

Artists often face various challenges when creating content. Difficulties artists encounter are numerous in number while not infinite it would write and essay The common ones are ;Creative block, Time management, Self doubt, Financial constraints ,Pressure to conform ,Technical know how and skills ,*ORIGINALITY* These challenges can vary depending on the individual artist, their medium, and their goals. But !, the most important one to note is,…. Cri…Criticism and lack of feedback . "But are all just excuses of lazy and unprofessional creators " That one person Y-Yes…, while that is true for some it doesn't change the fact that it's a problem. But I guess you'd have to see for yourself Let me know if you fall into the category of any of— [Zzttt…] "Adedejiii !!!!.. come here rigHT NOW!!!"

After VR became a real thing every one tot they were gone de the OP MC. striving to join the biggest guild, fighting each other, hunting monsters. but why, its not the only way to make money in the game, you can make money with everything as long as you have the patios, time, connections and luck. Any blacksmith needs ore but nobody wants to be a miner. How is so stupid to waist their gaming time farming. Their are a couple but not many. (English is not my primary language so please correct any mistakes I make. i'm sorry for the horribly writhing. It's my first time.) (cover art is not mine if owner wants it removed just leave a comment.)

Two years ago, Von Royner was presumed dead, killed alongside his father in a CIA-orchestrated hit meant to erase a bloodline too dangerous to exist. His father, James Royner, had a rare and lethal ability: he could see the first ten seconds of any person’s actions before they happened. A gift the government feared. A secret they buried with bullets and fire. But Von survived. Now hiding in the shadows of Chicago’s most dangerous streets, Von emerges with the same gift, a burning thirst for justice, and a message for those who tried to destroy him: “You’re going to pay for what you did to my father.” With his gang, the Black Disciples, and memories of a murdered friend fueling his mission, Von sets out to dismantle the system that turned on his family. As he walks the line between vengeance and redemption, hunted by the CIA and haunted by his past, Von must decide how far he’s willing to go to finish what his father started because the war has just begun.

A retired adventurer sets out to chronicle his legendary exploits, only to find himself facing an all-too-familiar foe: writer's block. What starts as a minor frustration quickly grows into something far more troubling. As the days pass, the memories of his adventures begin to fade from his mind, slipping away like sand through his fingers. Desperate to preserve his past before it vanishes entirely, he embarks on one final quest.

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!