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Nicki is an seventeen years old young adult, she's always dressing like a boy, and she doesn't give a damn about what people says about her. let's just say she's a tomboy, who hates dressing like a girl, and has been transferred to three different high school, because of her boyish attitude. she got in fight with a student who passed out after she punched him and since then her life has been transformed . she was transferred to LSH which means living spring high which changed her life forever. Her dad warned here severely that if she get in fight with anyone in her new school, she should consider all the things she hold so dearly which consists of her credit cards, her favorite sport car, her training center and every other things she holds so dearly to be gone. On the other hand was dream diamond popularly known as D.D, he is the leader of the summer boys army known as SBA, which consists of himself, branny, Alexis, and xandra. He is from a wealthy home, and also a musician and dancer, but very cold and arrogant, he is every girls dream and I mean every girls, which implies to his name. what happened when he met boyish Nicki and they became each other's nightmare, but he later fell for boyish Nicki ********* GRAB YOUR POPCORN, AS WE RIDE To THIS INTERESTING AND THRILLING STORY CALLED NICKI

This story has been discontinued. This was my first attempt at writing and mistakes were made but I've learned from them. I will continue to improve my writing to create a story that both you and I can enjoy fully.

You know them, the typical high school stereotypes: the distant nerd, the tough bully, the vengeful bad girl, and the cheerful loner. Sonny, Taylor, Abby, and Lester are no different than that. But when the four of them get struck by a bolt of white plasma, they all receive very peculiar powers. Nourelle, the sorceress who called for them, names them "The Chosen Ones", because, with their help, she plans on taking down Sullivan Sinister, the man who wants to take over the planet and turn it into his personal playground, and his horsemanship. Nourelle is sure the teens will succeed, but what if they can't even work together...?

Tony Jean was just a commoner who is handsome and genius.He have white hair, white smooth skin, and have red eyes. His parents died in a accident and his uncle is the one who has been taking care of him. One day, he discovered that he have a biological parents and they are the richest couple in their country. He used to hate his parents at first but he discovered his girlfriend cheating on him with a rich guy from their school and go to his parents by the advice of his friend. After they taught him everything they know and he became a Ice King who is cold to everyone. What will happen next? Is he ever going to be inloved again?

My uniform—and my dignity—are in tatters. My eyes scan the gathered crowd, but there are three faces in particular that catch my attention. Cold, cruel, beautiful. An ugly sort of beautiful, I think as I meet a narrowed silver gaze and catch the faintest edges of a smirk. Tristan Vanderbilt thinks he’s beaten me; they all do. But what they don’t understand is that I’m not the nervous, eager little charity case I was when I first started at Burberry Prep.

Alex Page has attended many wrestling schools for six years and yet he didn't get a contract from any promotions. One day, Alex received a message that change his life upside-down.

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Bir konserde dans ederken ve üzerine bir süredir hayranlık duyduğunuz iş arkadaşınızı unutmaya çalışırken, aniden arkanızdan bir yabancı sizi yakalayıp, ayakta duramayacak kadar zayıf düşene kadar sizi becerirse ne yaparsınız? Evet, şu an benim durumum bu. Yakışıklı Alex'e olan -bu arada, varlığımdan haberi bile yok- hayranlığım beni ÇOK çılgın hayat kararları vermeye itti; kibirli bir aşk doktorundan yardım istemek ve onun yeni şirketinde çalışabilmek için kendimi bir erkek gibi gizlemek de dahil. Ve şimdi, konserdeki aynı yabancı, her nerede olursam olayım arkamda beliriyor ve bana hissetmemem gereken şeyler hissettiriyor - tamamen tehlikeli ve yasak şeyler, öyle ki artık onu arzuluyorum. Yeni patronumdan nefret ettiğimi de söyledim mi? Evet, Maxwell Wellington gerçekten çok sinir bozucu, öfkelendirici ve katlanılmaz biri, ve görünüşe göre bu his karşılıklı çünkü o da benden nefret ediyor.

The cold stone hall was dimly lit with flickering torches. Shadows stretched long across the floor. At the far end of the room, the King sat high on his throne, surrounded by High Lords, Generals, and Counselors. Silence hung thick in the air as the Ice Viking entered. He stood in the center, arms at his side, eyes forward. “Viking,” the King called from his seat. Varnok didn’t move. “Yes,” he replied flatly. One of the High Lords stood up in anger. “In the presence of your King—you kneel!” The knights draws their Swords. Varnok stayed still. “You’re not my king,” he said calmly. The King raised a hand. The knights lowered their swords. “Let him be,” the King said, leaning forward. “Ice Viking… step forward.” Varnok walked slowly across the cold stone floor. “There is war between the Vikings and this kingdom,” the King said. Varnok kept walking. “It’s your kingdom,” he answered. “That has nothing to do with me.” The lords murmured in outrage. “You think they’ll stop there?” the King asked, raising a hand for silence. “You know what those animals are like. Vikings… they don’t stop until they’ve burned everything to ash.” “And yet I’ve protected the village just fine,” Varnok said. “Without your help. Like it’s always been.” “Without my help, there’d be no village to protect,” the King snapped. “There is a village,” Varnok said, meeting his eyes. “And not once have you offered it your help.” “King... please. What an excuse.” The king nodded toward the general standing beside him. Without hesitation, the general stepped forward and struck Varnok across the face. Then a second punch to the stomach. Finally, a heavy kick to the leg. Varnok dropped to one knee. “Good,” the King said, tipping his goblet and pouring wine over Varnok’s head. “Like the animal you are.” Murmurs filled the hall. > "What an animal." "Fits clearly—a dog." "All Vikings should just die." "Disgusting things." The King laughed with joy as he was Pleased by the words of the people. He leaned forward again, with his voice low. “Maybe we should start with your wife… and child.” The room fell into a deadly stillness. Varnok’s eyes snapped open—glowing bright, ice-blue. A shiver cut through the entire hall. The ground began to vibrate. Goblets trembled. Torches flickered lower. Then came his voice—cold, deep, inhuman. Like the cracking of ancient glaciers. “If a single breath so much as brushes their skin…” “I will bring down such ruin upon this kingdom that even the crows will starve for lack of flesh. I will freeze your rivers. Silence your bells. And watch your palace rot from the inside—As your screams echo in halls no one dares enter. Pray your tongue forgets their names… before I remember yours.” No one moved everywhere was silent. Even the air seemed too afraid to stir.

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!