Old Men Kissing

The last two thousand years have been a time of conflict for Warkinlesian, the people of Warkinles. A time of change. But beyond their infighting, and the world healing from the damage he caused, they found ample reason to fear. The Old Ones, their predecessors from time immemorial, were stirring from their slumber. The Pagans sought to move against them, seeking to undermine our power. Yet something else stirred beneath it all. Their oldest, greatest fear will soon come true. Sarum, the Lord of Calamity, God of Destruction is coming. Warkinles is in danger, they need a saviour.

Synopsis: Twenty seven years old Ethan Allen gotta a divorce from his three years old contracted wedding, after been maltreated and slaved by his contracted wife and inlaws. Things went tough, until a sudden day which he transformed from grass to grace and promise to make those who maltreated him pay for their price. 

"I must be losing my mind," Min Suhyun muttered, struggling to grasp the unsettling reality that unfolded before her. How had she ended up here? In the realm of clichéd stories, such a trope typically befell the deceased, not someone who had merely skimmed through old drafts. And yet, here she was, trapped in the body of an insignificant extra named Serein Rowe. The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning, raising questions she couldn't easily dismiss. ‘This can't be another one of my lucid dreams... Is this some twisted cosmic joke?’ she pondered, her mind reeling with the absurdity of her situation. Nevertheless, given that she could barely do anything to return to her world, she might as well seize this opportunity to finally finish what she had started, right? Living here and continuing until the end of this draft, she could create a good ending, '—though maybe it won't be as easy…?' Surviving as a side character suffering from a curse-like chronic illness? That would undoubtedly be a struggle. Now, that would undoubtedly pose a challenge, although it’s still a better fate than dying early, serving only as a trigger for the story's advancement. Min Suhyun contemplated for a moment before firmly resolving to a single objective: To survive until the very end.

After the death of his father and the pathetic health impediment of his mother, Mark Austin is faced with the harsh certitudes that come with the obligations of manhood. His journey into the hourly-burly of hustling began after he was forced to sell the only home his father left behind to foot the bill of his mum at the hospital. He began working as a Chef in one of the topmost restaurants in Chicago. Regardless, while being paid peanuts he was shamefully treated, belittled, and abhorred. As a result of his adaptation to the life of luxury that he enjoyed when his father was still alive, the ill-treatment and discomfiture he received from those who came to eat at the restaurant came as a poultice on his face and this made the transition from his once naive personality to one backhanded and tough-skinned rapid. He now hated everyone in the whole world! Soon enough he was smiled upon by providence as he became the only dernier resort to the whereabouts of the wife of the wealthiest billionaire’s in Chicago after she was abducted by armed men What will be his rejoinder when he stands face to face with the same anonymous individuals who exterminated his dad? Will he feel elated when he is reimbursed for all his exertion and toils when he was offered as his wife the billionaire's daughter and half of the cities in Chicago? A new lease of life you might diagnose!

I narrowed my eyes at him and caught glimpse of a guy, standing in a corner and what’s weird is that he wasn’t dancing. He seemed different and odd for all this. He’s looking in my direction, very still and I can see him intermittently. The hat makes it harder to discern. Except for the creepy, fiendish smile, raising the edges of his mouth real slowly. I squinted my eyes at him. He tugged his hat from the right, an expression of a muted Hi! I nodded reflexively and opened my mouth to call Frank, who was busy with stuffing ice cubes in two glasses of beer. “Hey!” I called with my hurting head. “What?” he asked the glasses. “Who’s that? Someone new?” I pointed at him. Frank gave up the stuffing and looked in his direction. “Haven’t seen him before” he said with confusion. . . . Elijah Heath, an eighteen year old teenager was stalked by someone. Read to know who was he? And what made him behave this strangely. Does someone REALLY follows her? Or she's hallucinating like others say? . . . "Is someone there?", I moped around the dim-litted living room. "Guess it's just me. I'm making excuses to cease. No, Elijah! You have to finish this up!". As I ascended three steps, I realized a change in the air pressure around me, an odd creak and a clear presence of heat_ behind me. My breath abated. Just as I plucked the nerve to turn, my ankle was grasped and I slided down as some hand pulled me. My knees rubbed along the hard steps. **Caution**: Contains extremely disturbing content. Read only if you can stand murder and blood descriptions else you might feel nauseous.

Sixt returns to find his wife having an affair with her boss, and when he protested, he was left to die on the street. Just while he was in the pool of his own blood, lying unconscious on the street, a kind old man came to his rescue, unaware of Sixt's abilities!

STONE AGE FANTASY WORLD STORY John is a loser half filipino half Korean. 31 years old virgin no girlfriend since birth.living his life a lone he doesn't even have a relative.His family died in a car accident when he was in college reason why he give up in life. *OBESE *POOR *COMPANY SLAVE *UGLY *ALONE He saved 2 kids from a hostage taker.But he get stabbed by a knife in his back.He died and wait for 9 months in a lonely dark room for 9 months and get reborn in a stone age fantasy world where magic and monsters exist. CAN HE SURVIVED IN THIS HARSH WORLD "THIS NEW WORLD PREVAILING RULE IS SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST"

He opened his eyes to the unfamiliar surroundings, green grasses as long as two grown men stretched as far as the eyes could see before he could make sense of what was happing he felt a piercing pain in his chest a green razor like arm extended out of his chest blood gushing everywhere turning back he only managed to utter the words “is that a mantis” ********************* hello everyone, trust me this book gets better as it goes on so pls be patient

Jack Parker arrives in Harmonfield with nothing but a weathered contract and a mission to honor his grandfather's agreement—a marriage to Emily Wilson, heir to one of the city's most powerful families. But when Emily publicly humiliates and rejects him, Jack's quiet strength catches the eye of Sarah Thompson, daughter of Harmonfield's most influential dynasty. As Jack moves through Harmonfield's elite circles with unexpected ease, the city's power players begin to realize he is far more than he appears. With preternatural combat skills and an air of quiet authority that commands respect from even the most dangerous figures, Jack becomes the center of a high-stakes struggle between rival families. When attempts on the Thompsons' lives reveal darker forces at work in Harmonfield, Jack's mysterious past begins to surface. Who is he really? Why did his mentor, Old Joe, send him to this city? And what is the true purpose of the dragon dagger he carries? In a world of power, betrayal, and hidden agendas, Jack Parker might be the most dangerous player of all—a man who honors his word but shows no mercy to those who cross him.

Luke sat behind the wheel of his car, driving his fiancée, Fiona, to their university. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous. After all, Fiona was one of the richest girls on campus, and she was his fiancée. He wanted to make a good impression on her and her friends. As they pulled up to the university gates, Fiona's friends were already there, waiting for her. They were all dressed in designer clothes and expensive jewelry, laughing and chatting loudly. Fiona's smile faded when she saw Luke's old car, which was not as shiny and flashy as her friends' cars. "Luke, can't you drive a decent car?" she said, rolling her eyes. The other girls giggled and snickered, and Luke felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment. Fiona's friends were quick to follow her lead and started making fun of his clothes, his car, and his manners. They teased him about being poor and being unworthy of Fiona's love. Luke felt a pang of hurt in his chest. He had always known that Fiona came from a wealthy family, but he had never expected her to be so cruel. He had thought that their love was based on something deeper than material possessions.