Did Aokiji Join Blackbeard Novels & Stories

My sister and I have a joint wedding. My husband is a firefighting captain, and hers is a policeman. They grew up together and purchased apartments on the same floor to continue being neighbors. However, when there's fire, neither of them comes to our rescue. In the end, I give birth to a stillborn, and my sister loses her child. We decide to get divorced together.

Arwaa Dwyn Adair, a young girl who believed that she is cursed. She never wants to get close to people, because she's scared of being left behind after getting attached. Her parents died at the day of her 7th birthday. She was traumatized, and nothing can control her grief. She started excluding herself, hiding from everyone, being that mean girl so that no one would dare to go near her except for her brother. Years had passed and same thing happened to her brother. In the middle of the sea, she was stuck inside the sinking ship, no sight of escape, until darkness finally consumed her. Waking up after that tragedy, she was scared to take risk, she's still in doubt if she should go on or just give up already, but upon meeting Captain Fauve Maverick, she changed.

Nathan and Mitchell were friends because their parents' were friends. They were so close that they visited each other almost everyday and attended the same school. One day, Nathan asked Mitchell out and she accepted. Mitchell thought they would have a good relationship because of the fact that they have been friends for long, they understood each other and loved each other. Everyone in the school knew about their relationship but their parents weren't aware of it. They kept it from them for the entire time they were in college. He was always seen flirting with every lady and this made Mitchell always feel like she is one out of his numerous girlfriends. Now that they are in a relationship, he hardly has time for him compared to when they were still friends. Nathan Flirtatious that brought a lot of stress to Mitchell. She complained to him, but there was no change. One of the last days in school, Nathan secretly recorded a sex moment between himself and Mitchell without her consent, he then posted it on the school platform. They started spreading the news and it got to the school management, he was ordered to delete it, which he obeyed.

On our anniversary, Nina Reid took our daughter—and her assistant, Ray Chapman—out for another "family day." Without me. That was it. I filed for divorce. Right after signing the papers and boxing up my stuff, I heard a buzz from the corner. Old phone. Twelve years old. Buried in a drawer. The screen lit up with a number I almost recognized. Hand shaking, I picked up. A voice I hadn't heard in years. Young. Way too familiar. "Hey, Liam. I need to talk to you."

I transmigrated into a dating-sim otome game where I was supposed to romance a soft, fragile male lead. I had finally pushed him onto the bed and was just about to make my move when the long-missing system finally popped back online. [Host, I sent you to the wrong game. This is a horror game.] [The man you’re bullying right now is the horror game final boss.] I lifted my head and met a pair of blood-red eyes staring straight at me. My smile froze. “Um… you look a little tired. Maybe we should… continue this another day?” He smiled back, calm and terrifying. “I’m not tired. Go on.”

The day she found out about the tumor, Noemi Rosales made one wild choice—she'd give her corneas to her blind husband, Daniel Gomez. Quietly. No spotlight, no drama. Too bad Daniel only cared about Ivanna Lopez. He ate up every lie she fed him and iced Noemi out like she was nothing. "I want you out of my life." Cool. Noemi could do that. "Ms. Rosales, are you certain you want Mr. Gomez listed as the cornea recipient?" "Yeah. Give them to him. Once I'm gone, the hospital can use the rest of me for science or whatever." She scrawled her signature. "Don't tell him."

My husband's ex got kidnapped with me. The guy gave him a choice. "Your ex or your wife. Pick one." Maverick didn't even flinch. He chose her and walked off. After that, hell broke loose. I got tortured till I died. Much later, Maverick decided I was worth remembering. Sent people to find me. Too late. I was already rotting in a dump.

Welcome to the heart of Ingris continent; Warshwall City. A city of martial arts and magic. A city full of ranker, hunter, and adventurers. A place you can earn a leaving, wealth, power, and prestige. Here live the twins sharing a body, a transcender find themselves at the heart of the forest of Gatoh. Denizens call them "The Blight Twins", because of their unique feature they're the center of condemn and attraction. The conjoined twins register as an adventurer and a role of a scout. They aim to be one of the greatest adventurers and a ranker of the guild. Zia is a hardcore novel reader, she only read Isekai genre or travel to another world. While Vic loves romance and slice of life. As an avid reader and other worlder, Zia was expecting some cheat system from a God, whoever he or she is. Even though they had the same body, they're different in nature. Vic, want to learn magic while Zia loves martial arts. Zia is more energetic and dominant, she always decides to the day to day everyday life. Their life at the city are smooth... not until the hunting game begins. A part of secretive society takes an eye for the twins. Overwhelming strength and mana capacity, an eye catching test subject. They lured the twins within their grasp, giving them 2 options and a gift: Join them or be one of the dead; living a life in a single body but only one leaves a tale. Proceeding the ritual without revealing the truth to the other-half, and killed in the most satisfying way.

On our wedding day, my wife's first love, Hank Scott, threatened to slit his wrists. She ignored him and went through with the ceremony anyway, until news arrived that he was dead, his blood staining the ground. From that moment on, Shirley Lowell withdrew into a convent, becoming the cold, distant woman everyone knew. In the name of atonement, she forced me to copy the Bible a thousand times and kneel in endless prayer, grinding me down until I was crippled. Bound to a wheelchair, I asked her for a divorce. She refused, saying we owed Hank a debt and had to atone for it together. She used my family to threaten me, keeping me by her side and tormenting me for the rest of my life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on our wedding day. This time, I chose to push her toward Hank. I would become the first love in her heart, the one who led her onto the path of devout faith.

On the heavy traffic road rushing my father to the hospital due to a cerebral hemorrhage, we ran into my husband, who was directing traffic as a police officer. My mother was about to wind the window down and beg him for help, but I immediately stopped her and decisively turned the steering wheel, taking a narrow side road instead. In my previous life, at this exact situation, after a brief moment of hesitation, my husband had chosen to clear a path for us and personally escorted my father to the hospital. That very night, his childhood sweetheart, out of spite because he hadn't answered her calls, turned on the gas and killed herself. He seemed utterly unaffected by her death. He even organized a welcome-home party for my father when he was discharged from the hospital. But on the day of the party, he poisoned every dish on the table. "It's because of you and your damn father! If it weren't for you, Rosalin wouldn't have killed herself! You're the ones who drove her to death! You should pay for her life!" When I opened my eyes once more, I had returned to the day my father collapsed. This time, my husband answered the phone. Without a second thought, he ran to his childhood sweetheart. Yet, why had he still come to regret it?