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Dragons, elves, pirates, and magic...in space! Follow Aaron as he travels through a game world to gain clues to his dead mother's past, clues that would open up a new world for him. All while trying to balance a child and a multibillion corporation left to him by a grandfather, who was more father than grandfather. A scheming family, an assassin old maid, and a possible romance, all lead to a wild ride as two very different lives clash to make up the life of Aaron Wade. Disclaimer: don't own the image, just got it off the internet. Also if there are any similarities to persons, living or dead, or to other forms of media, I'm in no way whatsoever connected to them, unless it's to my other novels. There would be mentions and similarities to other media works, I repeat this is a completely original work and I don't own them neither am i connected to them in anyway.

Esto trae la historia de un yerno residente en una familia mediocre. Expulsado de su familia multimillonaria por su abuelo. A la edad de ocho años, llega a una nueva ciudad con sus padres. Pronto, el padre y la madre mueren en un accidente y él se encuentra en las calles de la ciudad.

Percy has an aversion to joyful people (they're mostly foolish and the reason of chaos) .He prefers tranquil environments and heavily emphasizes on hard-work in his billion-dollar company, his personal life however is as lifeless as can be but is a mystery to many, nobody knows any aspect of his life for he is as unpredictable as Limuru weather can be. Percy's peace is however disturbed when he meets an annoyingly foolish girl , Drew, who changes his life forever.

She kept on running in the forest, running and running. The moon didn't show her mercy to show her the way in the dark as it didn't come out. Everywhere and everything was dark and the only things she could hear was the sound of fast footsteps which were hers and the creature behind her. She felt tired but she can't stop . Twigs had made different scratches and cuts on her body. Her dress which was a multicolored ankara with different patterns was now tattered. Her legs were coated with mud which had started to turn dry due to her running for a long time and some part of her toes had started to bleed since she wore no shoes. She doesn't know where she's coming from and where she's going. The only thing on her mind was to run, run away from what was after her. She should have listened to her grandmother about what happens when you don't listen to the great goddess, Yemoja. And now, she regrets it, every single second she wasted without doing the right thing.

Hello, My brothers and sisters in humanity, I present to you one of the most beautiful folk tales, which is narrated to children and enjoyed by both the young and the old, cherished by the elders in my country, Tunisia. Just mentioning Tunisia is enough to understand that this tale comes from a country with a rich history and a grand past. It's not merely a story, but a narrative full of lessons, constructed wonderfully, passed down from generation to generation. Each generation has left its mark on it, adding to its charm and extracting from it pleasures that exceed the present delights. It is enchanting, playing with the spirit and teasing the thoughts.

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Faced with moral choices, brutal encounters, and the reality that anyone could turn, the students must work together, think fast, and decide: hide, fight, or run. John and his group must navigate the campus, figure out what these infected are, how they work, and where—if anywhere—is still safe.

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Imagine: A stone-cold Russian billionaire heir—Viktor Mikhailov (picture: brooding, black turtlenecks, eyes like a winter storm)—gets his entire life nuked when a secret baby appears on his doorstep during a thunderstorm. The twist? - The mom’s a manipulative party-girl who drugged him to get pregnant (trauma). - Baby Misha is half-Korean, all cheeks, and already inherits his "I will end you" glare. - Viktor’s family? Literal villains. Think: evil stepmoms, icy patriarch, and a mansion full of backstabbers. Now he’s juggling: - Harvard poetry classes (his one soft spot), - Diaper explosions (Yuri, his himbo bodyguard/BFF, helps… sorta), - Mafia-level family drama (they want the baby gone). Vibes: - "John Wick but with baby wipes." - "Succession meets Masha and the bear." - Angst so thick you could drown in it… until Misha babbles and Viktor’s cold heart melts. Why you’ll cry: - Viktor whispering “I don’t deserve you" while sobbing into Misha’s curls. - Misha throwing mashed potatoes (Ah, I think it was yogurt? shii, I don't remember) at Anastasia’s $50k fur coat. - The jellyfish hair clips. Always the jellyfish clips. TL;DR: A man who’d never held a baby becomes DAD OF THE YEAR while fighting his psycho family, falling in love with his kid, and low-key redeeming his soul. Feat. Russian lullabies, baby fencing lessons, and emotional damage.

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!