Casse-tête

Hace seis años, ella fue incriminada por su malvada hermana y fue abandonada por su esposo estando embarazada en ese entonces. Seis años después, comenzó una nueva vida con otra identidad. Curiosamente, el mismo hombre que la abandonó en el pasado no había dejado de molestarla."Señorita Gibson, ¿cuál es su relación con el señor Lynch?"Ella sonrió y respondió con indiferencia: "No lo conozco"."Pero las prensas rosas dicen que una vez estuvo casada".Ella respondió mientras se recogía el cabello, “Esos son rumores. No soy tan tonta como para casarme con ese tipo, ¿sabe?”Ese día, el hombre la atrapó contra la pared en el momento en que entró por la puerta.Sus tres bebés vitorearon: "¡Papá dijo que Mamá se había vuelto tonta! ¡Papá dice que te va a curar!". Ella se quejó gimiendo: "¡Por favor, suéltame, cariño!".

Madeline Crawford amou Jeremy Whitman durante doze anos, mas no final foi ele que a mandou para a prisão. Entre o seu sofrimento e a sua dor, ela teve de ver o seu homem apaixonar-se por outra mulher...Cinco anos depois, ela regressou com força renovada, já não a mesma mulher que ele menosprezou há anos! Com esta nova força, ela irá despedaçar aqueles que fingem ser puros e pisar a escumalha desta terra. No entanto, quando ela está prestes a ter a sua vingança com o homem que a injustiçou... Ele passa subitamente de um psicopata frio e insensível a um homem carinhoso, caloroso e amoroso! De facto, ele até lhe beija os pés em frente de uma multidão, tudo isto enquanto lhe promete: "Madeline, eu estava errada em amar a outra. A partir de agora, vou passar o resto da minha vida a tentar compensá-la". Ao que Madeline responde: "Só te perdoarei se tu....morrer".

Madeline Crawford amó a Jeremy Whitman por doce años, pero finalmente fue él quien la envió a prisión. Entre su sufrimiento y su dolor, tuvo que presenciar cómo su hombre se enamoró de otra mujer...Cinco años después, ella regresó, pero con actitudes totalmente nuevas y distintas, y quería que todo el mundo supiera que ¡ya no era la misma mujer que él había humillado antes!Con esta nueva actitud, destrozaría a aquellos que pretendían ser inocentes pero en realidad no eran nada más que una .Sin embargo, justo cuando ella estaba a punto de vengarse del hombre que la lastimó... ¡De repente, él dejó de ser un hombre cruel e indiferente, y se convirtió en un hombre cariñoso, afectuoso y muy amoroso!Aún más, él incluso podía besar los pies de ella frente a la multitud, mientras le prometía: “Madeline, fue toda culpa mía. Me equivoqué en el hecho de amar a otra mujer. De ahora en adelante, pasaré el resto de mi vida tratando de compensarte ".Madeline respondió: "Solo te perdonaré si...te mueras".

What is a mystery? Is it an axiom representing what is not perceptible and understandable? Is it the unfathomable, incomprehensible no matter how people try to make it specious? No, it isn't that. The definition of mystery is only what people can conceive, a specious fact with loopholes. People believe what they believe to be true and sadly, it has plunged them to the endless gore of ignorance. Mysteries aren't what we don't understand or what we can't comprehend. Mysteries aren't what remain hidden, taciturn to the ever yearning ears of people. Mysteries aren't the supernatural laws which can't be explained or fathomed. No, the definition of 'mysteries' is beyond that. Mysteries are what can't be reached no matter how we try to reach them. It isn't what can't be comprehended. Rather, it's what can't be reached. They are endless gores, immersed into the abyssal chasm of infinities. Mysteries are a state of endlessness and boundlessness, incomprehensible and unfathomable. Yes, that's what mysteries are. Cyclopean and grosteque phantasm is what a mystery should be called. A mystery transcends the feebleness and lumbering states of concepts, going on and on for eternity. Hence, a mystery is the same as infinity and infinity the same as a mystery. A mystery is infinite and infinity is mysterious—both are like a symphony, intertwined with each other making them chalcenterous and existing in oneness. To understand a mystery, you need to be boundless and infinite, transcending all possible concepts and impossible concepts, all possible 'non-concepts' and all impossible 'non-concepts'. Mysteries are beyond conception as well as non-conception. They are mysteries, boundless and infinite! They are stacked upon each other in a terracing manner, shrouded in the prodigious paradigm of infinity, going on and on till infinity!

“Aren't we all tired of reading about heroes who are binded by law and righteousness and can't act on their own free will or villains who are just bad and evil, why don't we try something different, something like anti hero who aren't binded by the law". Follow zero who is regarded as a useless hero on his adventure across a mythical world full of adventures and danger.

[🥉 #10 System in my real life 🥉 ]"I don't have any powers and I don't want any." Victor snorted. "Well, there is no turning back now. At this stage, you can't control your primal instincts and your will to morph. Although, they are vital for a shape-changer." Maks's eyes rounded, pacing back and forth, "I can't control my primordial instinct..." He said. "It's primal_" "They're the same thing!" He yelled back. He was going to freak out if he found himself in a situation where he couldn't help himself. He gazed at his hands. Then he started slowly. "This is your first and least level of cultivation, you'll have to keep going."

Hello there, person behind the screen. I'm a self-proclaimed author and God of this novel world. Well, about this book's story, it's all about this little girl who wants to be a sage and acquires a tattered book from a stranger. So what are the three things you must and shouldn't expect from this kind of novel? First, I'll try my best to cover the entire world and put a little bit of sugar coating inside. Two, don't expect too much from this novel or the world itself. I'm not a good storyteller, and I won't please everyone. Lastly, if you're lucky and went inside this world... Then do your best to survive and have a fun life. I don't know you, and you don't know me; don't expect that I'll cover you or put your name here. And that's all! Enjoy reading! :')

Nightingale city protects its inhabitants from the cruelty of the outside world. Everyone has their own place and is happy to live here until death. Just follow the rules. Pay no attention to the behavior of the locals. Do not try to learn the dark secrets of this City. Don't ask what happened in 1996, how the Masked Man and his Freak Circus are connected. Don't ask about witches. Don't go outside at night. Don't look for the truth. Otherwise, in the morning you will find a witch's pouch nearby. Or stay at the Circus forever

Being dumped when his wife had a high position and was underestimated by many people. Aaron didn't think it was a hardship for him. Because they didn't know about him, he was the one who helped his ex-wife in times of trouble, and he was the most honourable person. When they find out, they will be speechless because they won't be able to reach him again.

I learned early that if you’re born at the bottom, the world doesn’t hate you. It just doesn’t see you. I wasn’t mistreated. I was useful. A donor. A background presence. The kind of person wealthy families keep around until they don’t need him anymore. I got good at being invisible. Then someone pointed a gun at my chest. And Seraphina Knowles, the most powerful woman in the city said, “Apologize to him.” Men who wouldn’t have remembered my name minutes earlier dropped to their knees. It should’ve felt like victory. It didn’t. Because power doesn’t erase what you were. It tests what you’ll become. Behind closed doors, I’m the Chairman of Prism Dragon Group. I could end careers with a signature. Crush bloodlines with paperwork. But I don’t move in anger. I watch. And when I start watching, I find something rotting inside my own empire money disappearing too carefully to be a mistake. Betrayal hiding behind polished smiles. This stops being about humiliation. It becomes war. Bennett Sterling inherited power but never discipline. He mistakes noise for strength. I let him believe that. Men who panic expose themselves. Now arrests are being made. Empires are trembling. And the boardroom is about to learn who truly holds authority. I won’t smile. This was never about proving them wrong. It was about making sure no one will ever decide my worth again.