9mm barrel blanks

The sun is not rising. My desolation is born. The moon does not shine through the darkness. A pair of green eyes shine in my darkness and burn my heart to ashes. I didn't know love was so painful before I met you. Tell me, will the sun rise for both of us one day? Will the sun rise in both of us one day? Tell me, who am I? Am I the victim? Or am I the murderer? The sun is not rising, Soldier. And I'm afraid of the dark. But I promise you that one day I will pierce this darkness with the burning bodies of those who destroyed me. The sun will not rise, doomsday will come. I will still look for you everywhere. Because there is only one truth in my heart. Even if I can never see the sun, I will never give up on you.

"You... changed your mind?" Liam’s voice was barely above a whisper. A slow, deliberate smirk curled on the devil’s lips. "Yes. And now, I want you to earn your life. Go down on your knees and do exactly as I say." …... Liam always believed he was just another werewolf—until a dangerously alluring vampire enters his life, unraveling a truth far more complicated than he ever imagined. Caught between two powerful forces—a possessive werewolf who calls him mate and a seductive vampire who knows the secrets of his bloodline—Liam is thrust into a world of deception, desire, and deadly enemies. With a vengeful predator closing in and his pack questioning his loyalty, Liam faces a terrifying reality: someone wants him dead. But in a game where everyone has something to hide, the real danger might not be the enemy lurking in the shadows—but the truth buried in his own past.

A man is curses to wander with a barrel of adult comic books, soon he finds that he can help others with his companions abilities, a surprisingly wholesome tale. note, I tend to do shorter chapters, it's just how I'm used to doing them.

ENZO: He thinks silence will save him. It won't. I've made it my mission to shatter every wall Noah Aslanov has built around himself. Golden boy. Perfect heir. Beautiful liar hiding violence behind ice-blue eyes. I know what's lurking underneath all that control, and I want it. Need it. Crave it like oxygen. NOAH: Enzo Moretti is everything dangerous about my world wrapped in golden-hazel eyes and violent promises. He hunts me through lecture halls and library corners, whispering about monsters and recognition. I should hate him. Should run back to the safety of silence and family expectations. But when blood spills and someone threatens what's mine, the monster finally claws its way to the surface. We were born heirs to mafia empires. Raised in blood. Trained in violence. At St. Dismas University, we should be allies. Instead, we're obsessed—two predators circling each other, testing boundaries, seeing who breaks first. But when fists fly and family loyalty shatters, when professional killers arrive and the careful distance between us explodes into something neither can control, we discover the truth: Some monsters are worth claiming. Some sins are worth keeping. "There he is. There's my monster."

FIRST BOOK A little orphan girl who lives in the Barrel Zone, a place where slaves and criminals reside. «A dystopian theme story about an orphan girl who's looking for her real self while fighting against people in power» WARNING ⟩ Includes Graphic words ⟩ Bullying ⟩ Weapons ⟩ Gore Author Notes: This story is only fiction only, and not factual. It cannot apply in real life. Visit Wattpad and search "Pink Punk" for latest updates Will update once a week! Pardon my English! Have fun reading

Kashton Berry never believed the world when they called his father insane. Everyone, including his own mother, mocked Dr. Alan Berry's claims that merpeople were real. But Kash always knew his father had been chasing something bigger than myth. Determined to uncover the truth, Kash travels to the isolated island where his father spent his final years, only to discover a hidden underground lab, a 12-foot glass tank, and a trunk filled with notes on a species humanity refused to acknowledge. But nothing prepares him for what he finds next. A living, breathing merman, nothing like the creatures Kash had imagined. Not a monster. Not a myth. Something far more human, far more dangerous... and far more impossible to resist. As mystery unravels and undeniable tension simmers between captive and captor, Kash must face the truth: Some legends aren't meant to be studied. Some are meant to fall for. Get ready to dive deep into a world of dangerous secrets, unique mating rituals, and a merman with a unique c**k. A fantasy alien romance that will sweep you off your feet and leave you gasping for more.

Ever Richard saw finn in the cafe. He wants him to be his. He begins to find everything about him. Finn never knew his life would in less than 24 hours at the party which hosted for his friends bachelor party. This is interracial love story. Richard is also 7 years younger than finn. This is a interracial love story. Finn is a Korean while Richard is African American.

This is story of the strongest. My story....

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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!