castor oil soap

In a world filled with monsters, Qi, and myriad factions, a rhyme resounds across the land and the sea as Jack is roaming around, searching for a clue of an oil reserve. “I’m looking for some oil.” “I’m looking for some oil.” Jack has been transmigrated to this world with a strange robot. Their mission is to find ten billion barrels of oil. “Hmm? There is a bandit stronghold living above my oil reserve? I shall help the world while achieving my goal, two birds with one stone.” -------- Other Works: 1. I Can Read People's Comments 2. God of Tricksters (Completed) 3. Gacha Sovereign (Completed) 4. The Magician of Sound (Completed) 5. Reincarnated to Bonk in Another World (Completed)

After getting rejected from a hundred job applications, my only escape was an afternoon Indian soap opera called Winds from the West. I thought watching it was harmless. I was wrong. The next thing I knew, I woke up inside the story as an extra, a character with no important role, no memorable lines, and absolutely no plot armor. My plan was simple: - Stay out of the main story. - Avoid attracting attention. - Find a way back to my own world. But how am I supposed to do that when the male lead keeps noticing me? I'm just an extra. I'm not supposed to matter. He's supposed to be busy with his own storyline. So why does he remember my name? Help!!! Translation Note: This story was originally written in Indonesian. This English version is translated by the author with the assistance of translation tools and may be revised over time to improve readability and quality.

There will be a point in one's life when an individual reaches rock bottom; where every path leads to nowhere, every dim light fades into nothingness; an overwhelming loneliness. It may arrive early; it may come late. The line of fate reaches all physical and non-physical beings. Everything is affected. There will come a time when one's too far deep into the mantle. The pressure crushing; shattering. Hot; the magma burning, seething. Then there's the core. The singular point of utter failure. A white magma of negativity; degradation; mental strain. A swirling heat of pain, loss. Self-destruction, end. It's pointless. Lost. At that point, that individual has nothing to lose. It will now solely depend on the individual and how they will respond to the situation they reside in. Will they attain glory from the fall, or die from the fall? It's an imminent doom every being created must face. An inevitable event that must take place.

When beings older than Humanity begin to rise to the surface, Sister June Weymouth finds herself in the middle. With the help of a stranger and her own struggling faith will she be able to face the Devil in the Oil Field?

"Ketika hati tiba-tiba menginginkannya, apakah itu salah? Saat hati tak ada yang tahu bahkan orangnya sekalipun! Maaf jika menyukaimu membuat dirimu tak nyaman dan memilih untuk menjauh. Tapi aku tak bisa menahannya lagi" "Aku yang tak berani untuk mengambil keputusan. Aku begitu takut dengan pengakuanku yang akan membuat tembok penghalang antara kita" "Kamu akan bahagia bersama orang yang mencintaimu dengan sepenuh hati. Maaf, tapi bukan aku leya"

There are souls who mortally hate their existence. There are souls whose short life seems unbearable and meaningless. One is their choice: to erase once and for all every trace of their existence. Woe to those who seek them. This is the tale of twelve-year-old Castor. A boy who never existed ....

Dear Max, if you are reading this then I am probably dead, but I will try to explain what you see before you. As you know we moved to Norway because my job required us to be here and it is because of my job that I must leave you. This world is dangerous, but my past is more dangerous. But I can't just leave you to die alone so I spent some time trying to find a safe haven for both of us. It was during this search that I discovered that the American Government has set up a base on top of an old oil rig. I plan to go here and once I confirm it is safe return to pick you back up. But if you are reading this then my plan most likely failed and for that I am sorry. Remember that I will always love you, please survive. -Love Your Father It was this simple letter, that started Max’s journey as they braved the post nuclear wastes, determined to not only survive but recover their past.

join Alex on his journey as he navigates through a life he is forced to live

My fated mate, Rhys Sterling, invited me to his pack’s full moon bonfire when I was seven months pregnant with our pup. The moon was high and bright, but a wave of pregnancy-induced nausea had sent me slipping away to the lounge, where I was quietly scrolling through my phone. Suddenly, a Beta wolf from his pack, Blair Lowell, sauntered over and straddled Rhys's lap. "Hurry up with that moonlight oil! And don't just do my collarbones. I don't want splotchy marks from the ritual." Did I hear that right? My fated mate, Rhys Sterling, casually picked up the oil bottle and, without a flicker of hesitation, began applying it to her neck. "Your scent mark is already fading. I'll help you deepen it, make your wolf's presence stronger." Blair swatted his shoulder playfully. "And what's that to you? You're the one who said my wolf's scent wasn't strong enough last time." The other pack members started whistling and catcalling. As Rhys spread the oil near her heart, his gaze flickered to me for a fraction of a second. But Blair grabbed his hand, pushing it closer to her chest. "Don't worry, Avalon. He's touched me here so many times, he's practically immune. It's just moonlight oil. No need to get jealous, right?" I scoffed. The betrayal was so blatant, so utterly shameless. I turned away, mind-linking my clan's elder and requesting the ceremony to sever our mate bond. I wasn't jealous. I was furious. And they would both face the wrath of the Vance clan.

[Hidebound Older Man VS Two-Faced Heiress: Daddy-Type + Seductress + An Old House on Fire] Everyone in Aethelgard says, a man should marry a woman from the West Family. The eldest daughter of the West Family is gentle and virtuous, a sought-after prize in high society. On the eve of her engagement. Her fiancé cheated on her. Willow West, having played the good girl for so long, decides she's done pretending. Fueled by alcohol, she finds a handsome man. Just one wall away from the scumbag ex and his mistress. The next day, she wakes up to her world collapsing. She had slept with the circle's famous 'older man'—Aiden Pierce, her dear uncle's best friend. Her impression of Aiden Pierce wasn't very good. Years ago, when she was having her first romance, she had tried to sneak a kiss with her young boyfriend, only for Aiden Pierce to report her to her uncle before their lips could even meet. The Aiden Pierce of today is even more dull—celibate and restrained, with everyone from his secretary to his assistant being male, and zero romantic scandals to his name. He's nothing short of a hidebound traditionalist! Willow West wants to escape. Aiden Pierce's well-defined hand grips her chin. "Miss West, a man's virtue is still virtue. You must take responsibility for me." * Aiden Pierce, who had practiced self-restraint for thirty years, was captured by Willow West—a woman gentle and demure in public, yet passionate and daring in private. Everyone thought Willow West was a good girl. Only Aiden Pierce knew that behind closed doors, the young woman not only smoked and drank but was also a cool, badass biker. * The assistant has recently noticed a change in the workaholic President Pierce. Not only is he hitting the gym three times a week, but his style has also shifted from uniform high-end suits to a different streetwear brand for every day of the week. His once stern and unsmiling face now frequently breaks into a smile. Even his eternally unchanged screensaver has been replaced. It's now a picture of a sexy, wavy-haired beauty in a black biker suit, holding a cigarette and sitting on a motorcycle!