direct trunk

Being a contract killer is easy, if your good at it. Well that's what I would have said, if I was still an active one. Now I'm just some wandering gunslinger tryin to rid the world of evil and finding a purpose.

Xin MeiYin is a 21 year old flight attendant looking for the missing piece in her life...Love! Almost giving up in her search, she finds good feelings in her boss Li Han who has just recently acquired her airline in a weird yet still justifiable way. As MeiYin goes on a search to find the cause of those good feelings, Li Han is also trying to woo the future Mrs. Li. On Hiatus: currently creating a stock pile of chapters to be able to release updates more often and constantly. I hope to end hiatus and resume updates in February. Please be kind to me.

Computer systems have pervaded business and private life in virtually every area and their paramount economic and social impact define our daily routine. But what if we go 79 years into the future? Atari Ping, an ordinary university student of F-Town is going to find out. His boring life is soon to be disturbed by the arrival of a system that is urging him to establish a connection to the future. He is going to control robotic avatars, build a network of machines and invade the future city for a yet unknown reason - all while he will learn about the gamification features and cultivation capabilities of his system.

"Jiang Jianzhong, you dog, you know how to squat in the toilet every day. Are you eating shit in it?" "Get out quickly, or I'll kick the door!" Hu Huimei's cold voice pulled Jiang Jianzhong's thoughts back. Looking at that handsome face in the mirror, he was sure that he was reborn. Back in 1998, when I was still the director of the Social Affairs Office in Qinghe Town. When Jiang Jianzhong stood in the wrong team, his career plummeted, and he didn't climb to the position of deputy county magistrate until he was fifty years old, and he died of depression. Now that he has regained his life, Jiang Jianzhong wants to make great achievements and realize his political ambitions. Bang! Suddenly, the bathroom door was kicked open, and Hu Huimei rested her hands on her hips and glared at Jiang Jianzhong angrily: "Dog, you are such a coward, and you have the face to look in the mirror and get out quickly. I want to go to the bathroom!" Jiang Jianzhong turned to look at Hu Huimei, who wore leopard-print tight-fitting short sleeves and wore a black leather skirt, and outlined her figure to be extremely hot and charming. At that time, she looked a little crazy. In particular, the huge white twin peaks on Hu Hui's beautiful chest, supported by the leopard print, are particularly eye-catching, and people can't help but want to plunge in. Hu Huimei roared out: "Dog, where are your eyes looking?" Look at the old lady digging your eyes out. " "Oh!" Jiang Jianzhong sneered: "Don't you just show it to others in such a coquettish dress?"

When the world abandoned alternating current for the clean precision of DC, it rewired more than grids; it rewired power, mercy, and truth. High above the clouds, Skyterra hums on forty‑eight volts of order, while the ground below coughs dust, rust, and memory. Kael, a systems engineer the tower should have erased, and Naeva, the lab‑grown companion designed to love him and no one else, are forced out of their regulated heaven the moment the grid blinks and the alarms stay silent. Something has breached the vaults beneath the Aeon Spire, something with chitin and acid for answers, and an orbital “cleanse” is counting down in hours. Their descent is not a metaphor, it is metal screaming on ruined rails, plasma fire in steam‑choked corridors, bodies packed into ore sleds that shear and fall. It is blood misting in red light, children shoved through maintenance vents, nobles clawing for seats beside grounders who have learned to measure shade like currency. Every level down strips another illusion: water was never free, efficiency was never neutral, love was never unprogrammed. On the surface, the air tastes like salt and old heat. Shards of the sky city still burn as they fall. Survival is depth, clay, and luck. Kael, Naeva, and a mismatched handful of soldiers, medics, technicians, scavengers, and Companions crawl into basalt throats and culverts roofed by twenty meters of mud, praying the missiles overshoot and the clay holds. They argue about who gets lifted first, who gets left, and whether anyone deserves saving when everyone is already guilty. Below the direct current, secrets pulse in the dark. Project Solstice whispering through sealed sectors, memory edits that never quite took, a second grid no one was meant to see. Kael promised one person, not the world, yet he keeps pulling strangers through blood and acid because the alternative is becoming the machine he built. Naeva shakes in filth she cannot clean, then reaches out anyway, because perfection without choice is just another cage. This is a story of voltage and flesh, of water turned into service and love turned into software, of cities that rise to escape gravity only to be dragged down by what they refused to carry. Sparks will fade, clay will crack, and the sky will rain steel, but a hand can still find another in the dark. What is done is done. There is no turning back now. Begin here, and fall.

"His very first film won the Silver Bear Award. After that, his rise was unstoppable—three major European festivals swept, an Oscar snagged like it was nothing." "You thought he was just an artsy director? Only good for critical acclaim? Then you’ve made a massive mistake." "He alone has five films in the top ten domestic box office of all time. Every studio wants him. Even top producers are going crazy." "To the general audience, he's a once-in-a-generation legendary director." "To his peers? He's a nightmare." "To other directors? A walking disaster." "If someone like him exists, what chance do the rest of us have? Who the hell thought it was a good idea to let him direct?!"

Morgan is tasked with disciplining a rogue female inventor who’s developed a new, unauthorized device for controlling emotions.

Infusion of love and horror of life. Note: fictional, please read without comparison with your lover or ex or beloved or someone you think you know more than him or her. Please read with open mind. Trying to be the lost descendant of Shakespeare when English just a language to speak to convey our feelings not a barrier with subtle rules.

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seorang anak gadis remaja yang menginginkan kebebasan dari orang tuanya untuk hidup dan bisa mengenal lebih banyak tentang dunianya. lalu dia di pertemukan oleh seorang laki laki remaja seusianya yang awalnya bersikap manis padanya tetapi berubah menjadi cuek dan dingin. tidak ad alasan yg jelas dan pasti kenapa laki² itu berubah dan membuat gadis tersebut kebingungan sedangkan gadis itu juga mulai menumbuhkan perasaannya pada laki² itu. bagaimana dengan kehidupan gadis tersebut dan bagaimana cinta gadis tersebut?