cushions for rocking chairs

It was just meant to be another day of work, stacking shelves, cleaning floors, and standing until your feet dropped off. It was simply meant to be another day at work. Until it wasn't. Malik was now dead. He had died. He knew that he had. It would be the only reason to explain why he was in this place. Trapped in an old, dusty building, unable to smash through any of the windows, unseen by all the people who walked outside, Malik is now all alone and struggling to survive. Especially at night time, when the walls start warping, the world twists, and people begin to walk out, from inside the walls and wallpaper.

When I awoke, I was in a place that wasn’t my room. silk pillow beneath my head, and rich tapestries hanging on the walls. I tried to sit up, but my body felt heavy, like it wasn’t mine. I had somehow been reincarnated into a body—the third daughter of the Marquis?! life as the third daughter of the Marquis family was peaceful. Nothing extraordinary ever happened. I spent my days in the comfort of my family's estate, away from the hustle and bustle of court life. My father, though distant, provided for us, and my sisters—while not always the most agreeable—had their own lives to focus on. I was content, living quietly, with no desire for anything more. That is, until I stumbled upon a book. A beautiful cheap novel that talks about a main character who is trying to survive. But I never imagined that the world I read about would collide with my own life. One evening, my father summoned us all to the drawing room. His tone was unusually serious, and the moment I entered, I could feel the tension in the air. He stood at the center, his gaze fixed on something—or someone—I couldn’t see yet. “I have an illegitimate daughter,” he announced, his voice steady but with a hint of something else beneath it. I froze. The words barely registered at first. But then, as he continued, I realized something that made my heart race. The girl he spoke of, this Aorbel, matched the description from the novel I’d read to the smallest detail. “Her name is Aorbel,” my father continued, “and due to the circumstances, she will now be recognized in society as my daughter.” I watched as a delicate figure stepped forward—a girl with platinum blonde hair that shimmered with a faint pinkish hue, and amber eyes ! she appeared. She was small, fragile-looking, her body almost too delicate to belong in such an imposing space. But it was the way she spoke that caught me off guard. "H-hello..." she stuttered, her voice trembling slightly as she introduced herself. "I-It's nice to m-meet you all... M-my name is Aorbel." The name echoed in my mind, and I felt my pulse quicken. Aorbel—the heroine of the novel. I had read about her, followed her story. She was the one who was shunned, rejected, and Her sisters are going to die! Literally! Over some bullshit! Aorbel was real. And worse, her fate was tied to mine. I remembered the novel’s ending. Aorbel’s sisters would all perish!. *I* would perish. Suddenly, the quiet life I had built for myself felt like it was slipping through my fingers. I wasn’t about to sit by and wait for a fate I’d already read about. So, I did what I thought was the only logical thing: I ran. I fled to the countryside, to the village of Hayat, where no one would know my name or my family. There, I lived a quiet life—just like I had always wanted. I had no titles, no expectations. I could finally breathe. But even in the peace of Hayat, trouble had a way of finding me! RIGHT? ............ but...why..i'm here ? , I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity of it all. How had my life become so tangled with these nobles, these politics? When I stood before the king, I kept my composure. “It is my duty, Your Majesty,” I said, trying to maintain the calm facade I had perfected. But inside, my mind was racing. *This wasn’t supposed to happen. I just wanted a peaceful life!* The king smiled , but there was an unsettling gleam in his eyes. “Your service has been invaluable, Lady Kevoyal Orilord,” he said, as if my life had been part of some grand design all along. I wanted to scream, to tell him that I had no interest in titles, in recognition, in any of it. But there I stood, accepting the medal, caught in a web of fate I had never wanted. ! SOMONE PLEASE SAVE ME ! And so, the girl who only wanted a quiet life in a rocking chair found herself tangled in something much more complicated than she had ever imagined!!!!

Mei Tetsuo and Aito Shinji are polar opposites, she's arrogant and extroverted, he's cold and introverted. She has a perfect life, he has a life full of pain. Will they be a good match? Only time will tell.

Asher fresh off an attempted suicide never really placed any value on his own life but now after the sudden appearance of the ever mysterious Veil everything changed in an instant. Trapped with millions of others in the desolate Boundary streets as a timer hovering high in the sky ticks down ominously, he's thrust into a living hell he must fight tooth and nail through to survive... not just for his sake but for his mothers.

SESEORANG YANG MENCARI KEBENARAN DARI TEMPAT YANG TIDAK DIA KETAHUI

Dlatan Kal is a "normal" teenager with the skills of an assassin, his family hides a dark secret from the past. Thrust into an interrogation, entangled in fragile friendships, and pursued by a mysterious agency, he is drawn into a dangerous mission that will change his life forever

In the dark and twisted world of demons and mortals, Mina stands alone as a succubus, her very survival dependent on the trade of pleasures. Yet, her world is shattered when her home is reduced to ashes by the merciless hand of the cultivators, and she is forced to endure the constant torment of being hunted and despised for the very essence of who she is. Driven by a fierce determination to rise above the ashes of her past, Mina refuses to submit to the cruel whims of fate. Instead, she sets out on a perilous journey to exact vengeance upon those who have wronged her, her heart consumed by a burning rage that threatens to consume her very being. With each step she takes, Mina's power grows stronger, her resolve unshakeable. She will stop at nothing to avenge the loss of her family, slicing the heads of those who stand in her way and carving a path of blood and darkness through a world that seeks to tear her apart with a crazed smile on her face. As she stands atop the shattered ruins of her past, Mina knows that she will never again have to hide in the shadows, that she will never again be forced to bow down to those who seek to exploit and control her. For now, she is the one who holds the power, the one who will reign supreme over a world that has done nothing but despise her. Writing on Royal road.

A boy named Zeal who dreams of voices every night due to one fortuitous encounter when he still a child. Without the power to influence and change anything around him, every day was utterly similar. One day, someone he meet talks to him, because of her his daily life was changed, causing him to go into his dreams? A whole new world where magic is a theory and he will uncover the roots and origins of magic along with the friends he'll meet.

Nathan only ever wanted a normal life. But for him, life, family, and love are anything but normal.<br><br>On the other side of the Veil, dark and light fae exist outside the knowledge of most humans. Nathan Grier was born human, but his twin brother Jim is a changeling. On the run since they were children, time for both of them is running out.<br><br>Turning to fae hunter Sasha Kelly for help, Nathan must soon face his growing feelings for the other man while trying to save himself and his brother from a fate worse than death.

When a typical doctors appointment goes horribly wrong and Mavis soon meets a strange man who now has pulled the strings of fate she wasn't even aware of until it was too late. .... He was handsome from the depth of his eyes to the deathly expressions of his face. His jet black hair went down to his shoulders and was rather fluffy a sharp contrast to all his coworkers who had their hair slicked or gelled back. Akin to his hair his eyes were also bottomless pits of black. Much like a marble. She couldn't discern the pupil from the iris it was so dark. They seemed to be deep and never ending. "No no, my dear. Just Oliver for you."