ayesha chenoy

This is based on a true story, it is written about my own life to inspire, educate and support people who have been through the similar situation as me. As a young wheelchair user I want to share my experiences with people and show them that they can achieve anything if they put their mind to it, doesn’t mean you can do anything if you have a disability.

Perkenalkan namaku Ayesha Clemira biasa dipanggil “Cle” aku berumur 23 tahun dan aku mengabdikan diriku beberapa bulan ini untuk mengajar di sebuah desa yang bisa terbilang terpencil dimana aku dipaksa untuk mandiri dan jauh dari orang tua. Hidupku berubah setelah kedatangan sesosok dokter nyebelin di desa tempatku mengabdi. “Cle kamu duduk di depan aja gpp, ntar kamu mabuk lagi” tawar Ara, “kamu aja deh Ra, aku di belakang aja bareng ibu-ibu” tolakku seadanya Akhirnya kami pulang setelah sekian lama menunggu aktivitas belanja para ibu-ibu, walaupun dengan beberapa dramanya yang berebutan untuk menumpang di mobil Ziyan. Bermacam-macam bau mengeluarkan aromanya, seolah menusuk berdesakan masuk kehidungku. Perutku menolak dan memuntahkannya. “wueeek . . . wueeek . . . wueek” ku keluarkan semua sarapan ku pagi ini beriringan dengan bau yang ku cium “kamuuu !!!” teriak Ziyan, mukanya merah padam menahan amarah Trauma itu masih terngiang-ngiang dibenakku, aku dipaksa menyetir sendiri lagi. Aku yang takut akan kejadian serupa terulang kembali kejadian yang sukses mengelabui pikiran ku agar tak membawa mobil lagi. Cukup satu korban yang sampai saat ini pun masih membuatku merasa bersalah

Isang trahedya ang naging dahilan upang mabalikan ni Raene ang ang pait ng naging dating buhay nya. Papaano mo haharapin ang mga bagay na dapat mo ng tinatalikuran kung ang kapalaran na mismo ang na gumawa ng paraan para maitama at maipaglaban mo ang buhay na hinayaan mong mawala. Mamayani kaya ang kapatawaran o kaparusahan?

Easy love isn't real, and real love isn't easy.... Just like this our love can't be define

The Human Race is raised by robots and recycled into an endless cycle of competition. Infinite Peace through Never Ending Virtual War. Homo Sapiens live to be 80 years old before they "Retire". After that point they are no longer allowed to play W@rt0n and retire their character to the Hall of Fame. Those who are soon to retire are known as "The Ancient Ones". These players have maxed out stats and all skills/spells are at least Grandmaster Rank. All are born the same. The same basic test tube. Every choice that could be made has been calculated, predifined by a perfect computer program. Human kind can only learn so much , can only do so much with what they are given. Drawing a circle in the sand, calling it infinity, humanity is placed within. Knowing that if forced to follow the edge of the circle, one would forever travel in ignorant bliss. That was until Three players were born of an accident. One tiny almost imperceptable computer code error was written into the main program. This code was hidden and over 1000 iterations of the same successful program were executed before this malfunction came to light. Three players were born different. They still remembered their previous lives. These Players threaten to destroy the balance and change the world. 2 Chapters per week. 5 bonus chapters for 5 power stones. 100 chapters written, have to edit before posting. I work a full time job, but if the stones are there it is guaranteed.

Ketika Dunia nyata, sudah tidak lagi bersahabat. Datanglah, sebuah Gerbang ke Dunia Baru. Wara dan teman-temannya pun Masuk Ke Dunia itu dan memulai Petualangan yang baru. Namun, Dunia tersebut itu tidak sesuai dengan Ekspektasi mereka. Akankah Wara dan Teman-teman bisa menghadapinya?

In an age of Monsters, Humanity struggled to survive. To respond to this threat, it created the Slayers. ---------------------------------------------------- Hi! Welcome to the only productive thing i've done this week. I'll be upfront and let you know i have zero writing experience, which i'm sure will shine through spectacularly in this, especially early on. I can only apologize, i'm doing my best here :) I have no clue what i'm really doing, and i've published this more on a whim than anything, still, i hope if anything you can get a good laugh at my attempts to be all epic and grandiose. If you couldn't tell, Monster Hunter is a massive inspiration for me, it practically oozes out this story like squeezing a sponge, what can i say? Fighting big monster feel good. Anyway, i'll leave you be now. Thank you for reading, regardless if you enjoyed or not. I don't expect anyone to even see this, so that'll be a shock for me. Have a nice day, and i might just see you next chapter :)

A thriller, psychotic, dramatic story with a pinch of trama and romance

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!

Shocking! The rough husband is the hidden master in the time-travel novel. She is the sacrificial victim for the male lead's pursuit of true love, the pitiful person who transforms grief and indignation into motivation, the obsessive person who constantly wants to slap the male lead's face with money, the lemon essence contrasting the female lead’s gentleness and generosity. Xu Qinghuan: Emma, is this talking about me? Xu Qinghuan transmigrated into a book, into a time-travel novel written by her best friend, where her father died early, her mother remarried, and she was raised in her second uncle's home since childhood. Her cousin and fiancé are entangled? "Break off the engagement, whoever wants the central air conditioner can take it!" Her biological mother manipulates her with work? Isn't it just going to the countryside? The Great Northeast's black land is fertile, where every year you can lie on the heated kang and eat for half the year. Which corporate slave wouldn’t love it? Most importantly, there is a big shot she wants to cling to. Jiang Xingye is someone that even the male lead admires, the future global richest man, the hidden master in the book. After going to the countryside, Xu Qinghuan goes straight to Jiang Xingye. Her original plan was to be a little follower for the big shot and never thought of developing an inappropriate relationship with him. When the man gruffly raises his eyebrows and coaxingly tells her to hold on a little longer, she only wants to ask: What about being wealthy and detached? What about having a strong career ambition and no time for romance? What about being a 007 workaholic who doesn’t even return home?