Vendida Ao Dono Do Morro

What?!?" Pia exclaimed. “What's within?” Saying, "Oh my God! Is that a finger that has been chopped?’ Cassandra uttered, "I'm not sure!” "What the fuck does that even mean?!?" exclaimed Pia. Cassandra says, "What?!?" Please don't look at me that way. Furthermore, I have no idea what that even means!’ Pia commented, "This is embarrassing," and Cassia responded, "Okay, I'm going to call the police right away." "No!" exclaimed Pia. Oh no, please don't! “ Cassiandra uttered, "Are you serious at this moment? Cass, that is one fucking chopped finger! Furthermore, we have no idea whose finger it is!” "I'm sure that whoever sent this wouldn't really like it if we ever called the police about this," Pia said. "I also think that they might be keeping an eye on us right now." Cassandra was already breathing heavily as she was scared and doesn't know what to do. She panicked while Pia remained calm and silent as she tries to calm her friend down. Fear flashed through Cassandra's mind as she and Pia stood next to her car, their nerves still raw from the uncomfortable meeting. "Then, what do we do now?" Cassandra's eyes darted across the surroundings while her voice wavered with anxiety. With her own heart rate accelerating due to adrenaline, Pia tried to calm their agitated minds. "Maybe we'll try to calm down first..." However, Cassandra's mind was already racing, a flash of insight emerging in her. "But wait, the letter!" Pia looked in astonishment, taken aback by Cassandra's apparent eagerness. "What?" Words flew out of Cassandra's mouth, a trace of panic in her tone. "H-Haven't that box come with a letter?" Pia's face wrinkled as she considered what Cassandra had said, realizing what had happened.

**Synopsis** A century has past, since the prognostication that, a Halfling will save the lands was heard, but no sign of it has been seen. What will be the fate of the three lands, if the Dekinans manage to free Belial (Their Master and the Ruler of Hell) ???? The Mighty One (Insisa), not in his physical form anymore. But............. The prophecy???? The legend scripture has it that, " The world might be in chaos again, more bigger and bloodier than the Great war, but ye shall not worry for thy saviour is coming back. A child born in an anomalous and mystifying way, A Halfling, The bearer of the light and power of the Mighty one. "Oh ye, do not worry, for he is not to be underestimated, cause he shall conquer thy enemies and bring ye nothing but tranquility. And when the world welcomes him, Ye shall prepare to witness five rare phenomenal that will happen together at the same time for one day and one night. Once ye see those phenomenal, then know that ye saviour has arrive." Halfling are considered as weak and meek beings, not having the full blood of any supernatural being they are, but Aeron was extraordinary and especial. Despite his young age, the weight of the lands leans on him. Will he save the lands or succumb to Belial's manipulation eventually at last, even though the world is counting on him????!

I'm one out of none, believe me. The world, let's say it will end no matter what. Everything around us surely decompose, nor crumble as the time passes, yeah? However, do you know better than what I discover myself? One abandon the world, the like of you, this lifetime. For what? For the purpose of saving the life beyond, right? You sure find the end you've long for so long. The bitter...end. Why, you ask? Let me tell you why...I even share it to you. You even says we are not that close to begin with, so why...I'm doing this? I'm kind of debating whether you use euphoria, and actually tells me I'm some sort of a cult. That's why I have the question for you. Will you let me tell you the reason...or you already think I'm some sort of evil design to stop you? You know...the Myth, right? It's deep...within us.

Phoenix Arizona 2 years ago, Maks made a terrible mistake by trusting an "inner voice" who was actually Pandora, the mother of monsters. He unleashed monsters into the world until a war between the awakeners and the monsters started. Pandora wanted a world where the monsters could be included. But she realised that it was never meant to be. Maks with the help of his friends and allies. Banished the monsters back to the null void and peace was restored. ...But not entirely... Maks sat back brushing his black cat's ears. He was finished with college at 23 and he wanted to go to med school. In a funny turn of events, his bully's father would be funding his med school journey. He wanted to do things for himself and that didn't end well. That wasn't to say that he wasn't going to try. "Maks, to the kitchen." His stepmother Doreen Fletcher-Anderson said. She had come into her life when he was 8. She had trouble conceiving for 3 years before she had his half sister Jessica. He was so conflicted and it took him over a decade to come to love her but he couldn't blame his half sister. He took care of her even though he thought she was a burden. He went to the kitchen and his stepmom gave him a tray of sandwiches. "You haven't been eating, you've lost weight." "I lost the football tryouts, of course I'm trying to lose weight." Doreen turned to him and smiled.

The year is 3040, The place is Temple City, a sprawling metropolis in the heart of a vast valley surrounded by sea on one side and desert on another with a mountain range smack on the far end making traveling to the place on whim a difficult venture. Despite being a former vacation spot for the wealthy and powerful, Temple City is not at all a place for the faint of heart. With every step one can find dirty dealings with extensive consequences from seedy night joins, numerous rackets, drug pushing, sextrafficking, and any kind of illicit act one could think of in a place of sin and vice. Like most places, Temple City is home to sinner and saints alike and the saints composed of the working class and the downtrodden always seem to find their way to Det. Ian Baddwulf's front door when the police conveniently forget to search the nooks and crannies of the forgotten places for the missing and the dead, the people call on Ian Baddwulf to do a bit of snooping now and again. His tendency to sniff out trouble and to stick his nose where it didn't belong have made him an invaluable asset in his profession not including his skills pertaining to his inherited infliction with Lycanthropy.

A few reporters gathered at the carnival of a newly formed kingdom. They started asking the citizens a few questions about their new King. Reporter: What do you think about your new King? Person A: He is a crazy man. Person B: He is a... maniac. Person C: He is a family man. At once everyone around them looked at the Person C as if he had gone crazy. Person C cleared his throat: Well, what I heard is that he wouldn't go crazy until no one speaks a word against his babies. He loves them so much. Everyone thought for a whole two seconds and nodded their heads. Reporter: So, your King has babies? Can you tell us about them? What about your Queen? Person A: They are weird. She is too. Person B: They are... monsters. She is a... Tree. Person C: They are cute and adorable. She is too. Once again everyone around looked at the Person C as if he had gone crazy. He once again cleared his throat: Well, if you want to survive in this kingdom, even if you know what they are, you have to say that they are cute and adorable. Once again everyone nodded their heads after thinking for two seconds. The reporters are confused by their answers. A human and a tree gave birth to monsters? What are they talking about? After asking around for a while, they got the answer: The hate in their King's heart makes the Monster tree grow. At the end of the Carnival the reporters got another news. Person A and B were killed by their King while Person C got a reward from him. Reporters: He really is a Manic tyrant.

What would you do, if you accidentally had a mighty entity that forcefully went inside your body and offered you immense power? In the City of Polo de Oro. Damion Yuson, a college student, accidentally met an unknown individual who gave him a satchel that a syndicate who was chasing him was looking for. From the satchel, Damion uncovered a parasitic creature with a red stone glowing that unexpectedly dove inside his body. He later was found by the Syndicate and was brought to an old construction site where he was tortured and was persuaded to admit where he hid the satchel they were looking for. When Damion was heavily tortured he was dragged into a realm which an entity called Nayhemsia owns! Inside the realm, the entity requested Damion for a blood contract that permits him to use Damion's physical body as his vessel to combat the syndicate. When Damion agrees with the contract, his physical body transforms into an amorphous flaming being and now was being used by the Nayhemsia! The Nayhemsia was an immense and mighty being that easily butchered the syndicate. However, a strong individual who calls himself a member of Hellhound meddled in the fight and killed one of Damion's opponents. The Hellhound intends to capture Nayhemsia from Damion. Will the Nayhemsia be able to defeat this Hellhound or he would fall against it and be captured?

In programming, it is known as a bug. In astronomy, it is referred to as dark matter. It is simply an unprecedented occurrence, something that shouldn't exist but does. Maxwell was precisely such an anomaly in his world, a mistake of the Gods. A mistake that had the potential to erase them. And what do you do with a mistake? You erase it. The Gods decide to erase Maxwell, but as an intelligent life form, will he allow it? Let's follow Maxwell on his journey as he fights against the world for what it has done to him and what it intends to do.

I'm a special guy, no doubt. No one can do what I do. No one has the ability I have and if the government found out about what I can do, they'd probably lock me up to do thousands of experiments on me... and yet, I still manage to do everything wrong. Even with all the advantages anyone can possess and having the literal answers from the universe, I am absolutely lost. In fact, the universe and I have a rocky relationship and are in a constant fight. So, I hope you know that the universe is telling my story wrong. I am not a genius, I am not an innovative visionary and more importantly: I AM NOT GAY.

Miguel's hand crept to his face in shock. "Did you just slap me?" he asked Annabelle. Shock was written all over his face. Nothing like this had ever happened. Annabelle folded her arms across her chest and stared back at him without any sign of remorse. "I would do it again if you don't learn to accept your place," she told him coldly. "My... place?" Miguel said. He would be angry that she hit him in the face, but at that point he hadn't fully understood what was happening. Just then, Mrs. Adolfo stepped forward to stand in front of him, just beside her daughter, Annabelle. "Enough of your ranting," she said to  Miguel. "Ranting is all you can do. While your mates are out there making money, you are ignorant of everything else."