active inference

A man is being chased by various people because he alone holds some kind of treasure. He jumps off a cliff to not let any of them have it and wakes up in the body of a boy with the same name . Fortunately, he has kept the treasure he ran off with. Wielding the sky poison pearl, receiving the blood of an evil god, cultivating the strength to oppose heaven, a lord overlooking the world. *this is not my work, I claim no ownership over it. i just want to users on Webnovel to be able to read this amazing work. Original Work can be found on WuxiaWorld. Translater: alyschu Author: Mars Gravity*

Eyes wide, he nervously peered at the others marching in formation around him. Gripping the large bow tightly, he made sure to keep marching, never stopping from the steady pace set by the columns ahead. Placing each foot one after the other he carefully stayed in formation and made sure to keep the pace set. To do otherwise would only invite the Game's wrath. He couldn't slow down or the Game would take steps to try and kill him. It had already made clear that if he died here in the game, he would die in real life. The last thing he remembered was boarding the small plane with a destination of San Juan, Puerto Rico. Now he was somehow trapped as a character inside the biggest mobile game at the time: Destiny War Tactics, a roleplaying strategy game with a heavy focus on its Idle-type gameplay and events. Having played the game before, but only casually, he now finds himself relying on the little bit he can remember in order to survive a world fraught with its own perils, while somehow getting around the restrictions imposed by its murderous Game System.

After continuous life’s as an insignificant being facing constant struggles, a man known to the heavens as existence 10028033 wants to change his cursed fate. Standing in the void the man set his plans to forget and leave it all behind him. "You want to control me? Heavens will? Fate? Destiny? Old River of Time?" He forcefully reincarnates himself but to forget his memories and past life. But some traumas cannot be forgotten by the soul. Stored forgotten memories, the vicissitude of life and the struggle of existing? Born into a life that’s unlike any other before it, how will Atlas and Altair manage? This is about Atlas and Altairs journey with their Active Energy system that houses the personality of their previous lives, uncovering mysteries & past civilizations and the truth of their existence

This is just my collection of active imagination exercises. I will be expanding on it as I catalog my experiences. All meditations will be dated and timed to the best of my abilities.

After the success of the book MILFS, many people entered my social networks asking me to write about a very similar topic: writing erotic stories involving elderly women. So throw the first stone, the sixty-year-old woman who has never experienced something that society would discriminate against, like having a relationship with a thirty- to forty-year-old man. If you are a woman with silver locks, you have never lived, this book will show you cases that happen right there, close to you. They are forbidden, sinful, perverted and almost always casual affairs, between women from sixty years old and young men in their thirties, thirties, even forties. The pleasure described in the stories will be rediscovered and re-experienced by the characters all the time, because remembering is still nostalgic. Feelings will also be awakened in these pleasures. And in the midst of this melting pot of discriminated lusts, you, the reader, will identify with each of these situations, which will be set especially in Florida: the grayest American state in the USA. This book has, in its essence, a game of words, ideas and consents, all of them aimed at a single purpose: to live the sexual freedom of the third woman, even though it is prohibited by people who think that elderly women no longer feel pleasure. . But let's face it: the forbidden is still the tastiest side of any fruit. Lutécio Falu

Tyler John had always hated Eerie Skeganess with its tricky, tall trees. It was a place where he felt jumpy.

In Wángguàn Entertainment, a new actor has been signed in a faux name as Alvah Knight. The handsome man was titled as a greenhorn in the entertainment industry, looking somewhat frail, and short for a man. But his domineering aura, and beautiful figure was not overlooked. So, who is this Alvah? His, or shall we say, her name is Alicia Knight, an illegitimate daughter of the Knights, a family both respected and feared in QinZen City. Born in a family who has many legitimate, and illegitimate children, her mother fought to belong along with her father's concubines. She was but a maid. Desire for status pushed her forward and soon she was pregnant. Protesting to the three mistresses that it was indeed the Eldest Master's child... In desperation, she proclaimed her soon-to-be born child as a male despite it being female. Her mother's beautiful, gentle, and scheming nature led her to acceptance, but not far enough for her child to be legitimate. Little did the mother know who she was messing with the moment she decided to be a part of the Knights. She did not know the dangerous life her Alice was to embark on if she was to be born a male... And because her own father thought of her as a male, she was to work the same way his sons do; as a mafioso. And so the young, eighteen-year old child dreaming of fame as an actress or actor was actually a mobster. Fighting for roles, and her clan, will she make it to the top of the hierachy of fame? Or will she rot as a three-tier actor playing corpses while being a gangster in the streets? --- --- --- --- *** --- --- --- --- "Do you think I care?" Their proximity so close as he leaned further, his breath fanning her ear. Instantly she felt her blood flush to her feet. Even her heart has problems with its un-rhythimic pounding. "Actor Alvah... What a joke." He mocked. She couldn't see the soft smile on the devil as she felt her ear... Touch something wet, soft and... Her eyes widened as his lips softly nimbled at it. "H-Hey---" Just as she tried to push him, she was pushed back to a corner, her wrist above her, contained with his other hand. "Continue playing around Alvah." She could see his face now, along with his playful smile and to the moment it turned cold as his eyes glinted murderously. "But, you're fucking mine, got it. " His lips connected with hers as she struggled beneath him. His tongue licking her lips, but she kept it shut until he bit it, and forced himself in. Sucking, swallowing, and their tongues intermingling, her legs grew weak from his passionate kiss. When he pulled back, a strand of saliva connected between the two lips, the couple taking sharp intakes of breathes as their chests heaved. "If you ever forget that..." His thumb caressed the soft bruise on her lip, his lust triggering at her breathless state with her reddening cheeks. He could only hold back, not wanting her to be frightened nor hurt. "You'll be getting more than a kiss from me." She couldn't help the flutter of her heart. Why? Why as much as she fought with all her rationality was she falling for the man who recognized her, who knew she was an International Machine Gun and yet... Here he was, his eyes cold but with a hint of passion. Why her? *this is my entry for Writing Prompt Contest #31 Path to Idoldom. If you like it, please do show your support! Thank chu! **The cover is made by me, and credits to the sources I used. Faceclaim is Byun ***There will be romance, and action. I'll try hard to mash them up all in one tale. ****Don't take it too seriously if some things are unrealistic even though this story is under Realistic Fiction, it's still fiction. Enjoy!

Siempre he estado enamorado de ti Caith - No bromees con eso.- sabía que no me creería fácilmente, debía encontrar la forma de hacerle ver la verdad. - No es una broma. - le dije casi suplicando.- hice un pacto con tu hermano.- opte por seguir con la verdad. - ¿Simon? ¿Qué tiene que ver él en todo esto? - me miro escéptica y luego suspiro.- déjame adi-vinar, te advirtió mantenerte lejos de su her-manita ¿no? - esto no estaba resultando como creí, convencerla de que mi amor por ella era real iba a ser más difícil que llegar a conocer a mi padre. La bendición de que me conociera mejor que nadie se convertía en este momento en mi maldición. Pero ya me había decidido a abrirle mi corazón y no me iba a retractar, no saldríamos de esta habitación hasta haberme confesado por completo. - No, solo pusimos algunos puntos.- tome una corta respiración y comencé a enumerar los puntos de nuestro acuerdo. Ella me miraba atenta, puso un mechón de su castaño cabello detrás de su oreja y tomo un trago del líquido amarillento que tenía en el interior de su vaso. - primero no te diría nada hasta que fueras mayor de edad. Segundo debías tener al menos un novio y tercero, eras tú quien debía dar el primer paso. - Y ¿eso por qué? - Porque el día en que te confesara mi amor, ese día seria mi último día soltero.

Kyla Samuels, a beautiful, vibrant and ambitious young woman, gets a preposterous proposal from Lynn Damon, a wealthy and imposing director after a one-night stand between the both of them. What begins as a mere pleasure-satisfying encounter turns into an unexpected proposition: Lynn offers to pay Kyla to date him for just one month. Though initially infuriated and insulted by his audacious request, Kyla is drawn into a whirlwind of emotions, choices, and secrets that strike a change in their lives. Will something deep emerge from this chaotic Duo?

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!