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A lifetime ago, Chu Xun was shackled and thrown in jail on false charges. For three whole years, he suffered extraordinary torment from his cellmates every day. Even though he had escaped death many times, he still died from his cellmates' fists the day before he was to be released.After death, Chu Xun transmigrated to a different world of cultivation, where cultivation was the one true path. Carrying the weight of his hatred, Chu Xun began to cultivate in hopes of becoming an Immortal Emperor, who could manipulate heaven and earth and travel through time. After painstaking cultivation of three thousand years, he succeeded. Then he sacrificed all his cultivation without hesitation and returned to the day before he was to be released.This life, he wanted to find out the truth and the one behind his murder in last life. He would continue to cultivate and strengthen himself so that the tragedy would not repeat itself. He wanted to master his own destiny.In this life, what people would Chu Xun encounter and what experience of love and hate would he have with them? What difficulties would he encounter and how would he overcome? The answer is the book.

While Lawton Daniels was abroad fighting to protect his country, someone slaughtered most of what was left of his family. Now he’s back state side and all that’s keeping him standing after the destruction he’d come home to face is the vengeance that strums in his blood. He has no time for entanglements of any kind while he hunts down the ones responsible and when the bedraggled little urchin dragged her beat to shit ass into his yard he had no idea the havoc she was about to wreak on his life.Anarchist is created by Jordan Silver, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Existing on an era where women has less priviledge than men, Utopia strived to show the people of her world the importance of their existence. Yet before she can even shine and outlive such ridiculous belief that her world has, her fate was sealed by a decree. Fighting love and the enivitable, Utopia finds herself tangled in the mysterious secret of her existence and riot the dark side of her world has.

“Marry him… or watch your brother die.” Those seven words shatter Ava Carter’s world. She never imagined that saving a stranger’s life would lead her into the ruthless world of New York’s most powerful billionaire family. Now, drowning in debt and desperate to save her younger brother, Ava accepts an offer that sounds too good to refuse, a one-year contract marriage to Damien Blackwood. Cold, Arrogant, Untouchable. The billionaire CEO doesn’t believe in love. He only needs a wife long enough to claim his inheritance. No feelings, No touching, No falling in love. Just one signature… and twelve months of pretending. But every empire hides secrets. Every family buries lies. And every contract comes with a price. When enemies begin hunting Ava, buried truths about her past start to surface, and the line between a fake marriage and a real one begins to blur. Damien realizes the woman he married isn’t just the key to his inheritance, she may also be the only person who can destroy everything his family has built. In a city where billion-dollar fortunes are bought with betrayal, can love survive the final clause… or will their marriage become the most expensive mistake of their lives?

Power bound to your destiny, you can't escape from... Doing the impossible to survive... And still they say it is all coming to an end... But deep down..you know it is all getting started... They say...Existence is triggered. Triggered by a force aligned with Chaos. The Force Of Sentience, the Force of Essence, The Force Of "The Spark." And just a being possesses the power of the Spark, the Celestial...John Ozais Screeman. John's desire for more power sends the world on a whole new path, a gaffe that is set to ruin existence. After releasing a high demon from hell, John realises more had been done than what he thought he performed. More precisely, the penning down of the prophecy which shall unveil the end of the supernatural race and rain chaos to the mortals. Evil triggered by the prophecy rises one after another in its various forms in accordance to the fulfillment of what has been written, what fate hath made so. Demons, raging from the depths of hell, mutants and Vampires rising, magic turning against it's host, powers at it's verge, Realms collapsing and realities wrapping turning to chaos. All hope and faith of the supernatural, fall upon the shoulders of John Ozais. Like they say, with the Spark, comes life but what they were never told was... Before Life,...comes "Chaos And Apocalypse."

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