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No attempts to fix it. Just silent company in the dark.

"Achievements? Oh, I've played every single dating sim on the market! Full completion, all perfect harem endings, literally thousands of them. I gave every sad little pixel boyfriend a loving home. As for skills, my memory is insane. I can list every love interest's quirks, their birthdays backward, and all their famous lines!" Verda looked horrified. "Horror games are really going downhill. We've got a romance gamer with us? It's seriously pathetic." "You do realize the monsters here aren't just guys, right? All your little pick-me tricks won't work." I rubbed my cheek and smiled shyly. "Actually… I've also unlocked a couple of dozen super hard lesbian routes." Everyone froze. Not just the

“Sign this agreement. It extends your probation by three months and cuts your pay by forty percent.” Adeline Lancaster, the HR manager, casually filed her nails. She didn’t bother looking up as she rolled her eyes. “Don’t think this company can’t run without you just because you wrote the core architecture. “Tristan Rothwell has taken over all your code. You can pack your things and get out whenever you want.” I stared at her arrogant face and let out a cold chuckle. I had been with the company for three months and written every single line of the core codebase. Yet she had stalled my permanent position approval for over twenty days. She wanted to steal my hard work, cut my hard-earned

Releasing another screeching, the dragon sensed their intentions and was about to fly over to the ground but they executed the first step. “Huzefa!” Zadicus called as he exchanged a nod and his people cast a spell which created a fake time-space. “Die in one, live in one as I shall exist for one- Illes World II!” He cast the spell, bringing version two of the fake world he created. Bringing them into a dark bluish sky and a flat ground, a void of nothingness so they could fight it openly and easily and won’t let it escape. Randall maintained his distance from afar and tapped his staff twice on the ground, “Ground Prison!” Hands began to emerge from the ground and tried to grab it from the mi

It is a free world. I'm writing this as someone who if he has to find himself in this position will act on. Thank you to all my readers, I appreciate it. I don't know when I will write the next one but the title will be TAMING THE WEIRD FEELING. If in case you feel like talking to someone, I am available, most especially if it has to deal with same-sex attraction. MY F******K ID: Komolafe Olamide Israel My nickname is Prof Israel. Don't forget to drop your comments, most especially what you anticipate for the sequel.

Tik Tak. Celestin stared at the clock above the door. She did not notice that it was already five o'clock, which means that her classmates were coming. Soon, she heard a knock on the door. After that, six people entered because they were together in the same room. And as soon as they got in, Celestin saw the items they were carrying, which were based on their powers. A specialized longbow for Reign, because she has the power to control minds. A spear that can be imbued with elemental magic for Trent with the ability to control ice.

’ Aldred could spot fake products a mile away, but this…this was the real deal. He could even sense the Mana that pulsated within each Core. ‘How does he have so many? This is just too—!’ “There’s more where that came from.” The moment the words of the man echoed in Aldred’s ears, his eyes widened in shock. ‘WHAT?!” “Here are fifty sacs of Grade 6 Monster Cores. You can confirm their authenticity for yourselves. Each sac contains a little over 300 pieces…” With each word the seller spoke, the more unreal it all sounded.

She would reach for a tool, and her hand would appear six inches to the left, two seconds before she actually moved it. ​“The Core-Shard is pulsing at 400 Terahertz,” Aris shouted, her voice sounding like it was being played through a broken radio. “It’s not just a battery, Killian! It’s a 'Reality-Anchor' that’s lost its coordinates! It’s trying to 'Re-map' the East into a five-dimensional geometric grid!” ​As they crested the "Ridge of Broken Glass," they saw it.

So I snapped out of it. Beta Michael didn't have much stuff, so we were able to go through his things quickly. Likewise, Alfred and Scot, who equally had nothing to hide, but their vast collection of porn and condoms. "Your wolves are very active," I teased Marcus, and he began to laugh because he was equally active, and I had the first-hand experience of it. We moved to Epsilon Kurt, and that was when shit got ugly. I found capsules of many colours in an aspirin bottle. I knew what aspirin looked like, but this sure wasn't it.

Mia held up her phone. The school group chat had approximately forty messages about the corridor argument. Someone had given it a thread title. The thread title was: *THE AVA AND MASON WAR: ROUND ONE.* It had thirty-seven replies, several of which included commentary, two of which included suggestions for how round two might go, and one of which was a poll asking who had won the morning. Ava stared at the poll. Mason was winning by six votes. "This is absurd," she said.