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After losing her two-year boyfriend to some other girl in school, heart-wrench is the first thing that a girl like Jamie Mitchell would feel, but this time, she tells herself that she isn't going to be heartbroken. Fate tests her resolve by allowing her to cross paths with her ex over and over again. She can only immerse herself in the role she's acting in the upcoming school play and try to withstand the trouble of the dark-haired guy she would be acting with for the next three weeks. What happens when trouble suddenly becomes paradise? What happens when her heart somehow manages to fall for someone other than her ex?

Do you have what it takes to be a knight? This is the story of how six individuals rose to stand on the top of the world. Witness the legend unfold as they struggle to overcome their limits and show everyone who the strongest is. https://discord.gg/uQUcWbm

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What would happen if everyone got a word that defined the rest of their life at 18? What if someone got a word with the prefix omni like omnipresence or omnipotent....? Could humanity survive with a god among them? *if you see any misspellings or typos drop a comment on the paragraph. sometimes autocorrect changes it and I don't see it*

In the world, it is said everyone is born with a destiny—every step, word, and blow already written by God Almighty, whose grace ensures nothing strays from His plan. Once, fifty-one Sakti Peeths—organs of a goddess who burned herself—held the worst horrors beneath Aryavart, now India. During colonization, the British dismantled them, unleashing terrors upon the world. In answer, nations united to form HANDPUMP Hunt, Arbitrate, Neutralize, Delimit, Protect, Underwrite, Monitor, and Preserve. Their creed: "Neutralize the threat, preserve the world." Rudra, fifteen, a serial killer fresh out of his 2-year isolation jail, was already weary of life’s predictability and prophesied to die before he reaches 21. He longed for something raw, uncertain. That yearning awakened Bhairava—a sentient dress in the form of his old school uniform, a relic of days he missed. With it, he became a hunter—and discovered he was leaving subconscious checkpoints in the river of time, pulling him back whenever he died. His fight was no longer just against monsters but time itself. Yet he bore the Curse of Cassandra; no one believed his warnings. Still, he roamed, seeking the scattered Shakti Peeths. In a world where every fate is fixed, he would have to become the one thing beyond God’s plan—uncertainty.