Spellcraft Reincarnation Of A Magic Scholar

A young woman is reborn inside a mecha VRMMO consumed by galactic warfare, and must rise above the failings of her old life or be lost forever. As she ascends, a spreading darkness threatens to tear her galaxy apart.

Victor and I were nothing more than a pair of sworn enemies married inside the camp. He hated me for handing over my frail sister to the research institute, all so they could extract the antiviral serum from her blood. And I hated him for never seeing anyone but her, even in the apocalypse, when she could barely lift a metal rod. For the ten years of the apocalypse, the words we said to each other most often were, "Die a miserable death." … However, when the zombie horde finally broke through the last line of defense, he chained me to the modified mech truck and went out alone to face it. "Live…" I watched as the tide of corpses swallowed him whole, the crack of breaking bones mixing with the sound of flesh being torn apart. On the edge of death, he pulled out my sister's faded photo and placed it over the one clean spot on his chest. "This life is yours. But if there's a next one, don't go near her again." … That night, when I returned, I blew up the camp. When I opened my eyes again, I went to the zombie king. His razor-sharp claws closed around my throat, and I smiled as I took hold of his hand. "Let's make a deal. Give humans five more years, and I'll willingly be your queen." Last time, he gave his life to save me. This time, I'll be the monster—so they can all get what they want.

My sister-in-law, Maeve Cohen, floored my luxury car and blew past traffic at about 125 mph, killing a family of three. She pretended to be me and acted as if nothing could touch her. "Those idiots walked into my path! It's not my fault they got hit!" she snapped. "I'm the Lincoln Enterprise heiress. Even if I ran, who would dare catch me?" In my last life, Maeve said her husband wasn't home and she needed a car to visit her parents, so she borrowed mine. She ended up racing down the road, plowing into a family crossing the street, and driving back over them to make sure they were dead. The couple had just bought a house. The baby was only a month old. When the victims' family demanded an explanation, she hid behind my reputation and spat venom. "They're just three worthless people! I'm the Lincoln Enterprise heiress; why should I explain myself? Tell them to come to me for funeral expenses!" The grieving family couldn't take it and came to my in-laws' place. "Three worthless people, huh? Today, we'll end you so you can apologize to them in person!" My husband had died the year before. With no one to protect me, the victims' family turned on me, and I was stabbed to death. The valuable wedding gifts my family had given to me became Maeve's overnight. My family tried to appeal for me, but trolls who hated the rich maliciously reported tax problems about my father's company. My father was driven to exhaustion. One night, he fell asleep at the wheel, and the car plunged off a cliff, killing him. Only after I died did I discover it had all been Maeve's plan to ruin us out of spite. Then I opened my eyes. I was back on the day Maeve took my car and ran into those people.

Abigail a young intelligent staff was in love with her hard face boss Debbie. A love that most people wouldn’t accept nor expects, neither have they known that Abigail and Debbie overcame so many heartaches and trials before they’ve been so sure of what they’re feeling. When their worlds collide, amidst uncertainties they fought together and a new adventure of love begins. Different people have different love stories. The love between two people doesn’t come from snap of a finger and presto - two magical love relationships were born. For Abby and Debbie, a constant balance was their barometer for success. This goes to prove that emotions are not the only basis of love. True affection, commitment and respect must be present elements that will glue them together. Abby and Debbie’s love surpassed the test of time, characters and money. Within a year, they have acquired their own properties and eventually started living their lives together.

"I need 100 million in cash," Hera Rinne said. "Alright, I can help you with that," Sean Villegas replied. Hera looked at Sean with a confused expression, "Are you sure? But, I'm not sure I can pay back the money you'll lend me." "You don't need to pay back all the money. I only need your body to satisfy me. Besides that, you're free to do whatever you want," Sean said with a meaningful look. Hera widened her eyes upon hearing that. She certainly couldn't do that. But, on the other hand, Hera really needed that 100 million. As soon as possible.

After losing her parents Meera found a new family in her adoptive parents. Their son Adarsh became her best friend and then much more. But as they grew up Adarsh's love for Meera started turning into something dangerous. Will Meera be able to save her best friend and herself? And their friends Nikhil and Kabir will they be able to understand their love and accept themselves?

In a world where you find your soulmate through their emotions, the worlds closest soulmates struggle to find each other. There are no easy routes in life, only one's you chose not to travel.

Dalawang puso ang nakagapos na naaayin sa kagustuhan ng bawat isa. Thr thread can start to deepen or loosen and it's up to their descision. Ag sa bawat giit ng puso ay tila may binubulong, sa bawat katotohanan ay tila may nakatagong sekreto at sa bawat puso ay may nakamarkang pangalan ng nagmamay-ari rito. Ngunit paano mo mamahalin ang taong sumira at nagnakaw ng iyong karapatan? Paano mo itatama ang lahat kung una pa lang ay nagsimula ang kwento sa pagpapanggap at kasinungalingan? Hahayaan niya pa rin bang igapos siya ulit ng tadhana kasama ang lalaking kinamumuhian kahit na madaming rason para putulin iyon? Ngunit sa kagustuhan na pigilan ang sariling makulong muli ay hindi lang puso at katawan niya ang kalaban kundi pati na rin ang mapaglarong puso ng lalaking tinuturing niyang demonyo. "You smell nice Dawn, I don't care if you ars afraid of me but one thing is for sure, kailangan mong itatak diyan sa isip mo na I won't let you run away without having the thrill of having you and tasting you first,"— Flix Montero "I do prefer being tainted ang madumihan ng pauli-ulit ay sadyang nagbibigay ng kakaibang ligata sa akin and I won't let myself fall again for I know I won't ve love the way I like and expect it to be. Because happy endings are only for women that worth to fight for and I am not one,"—Dawn Mathison

Love? I don't know about that. That is the line you would always hear from a person who simply just wants to kill a topic about the word 'love'. Playing as it seems but it is indeed just the truth. You hear every stories you can get from people who are inlove. Starting from sharing stories down to sharing cupcakes. But what if you're the one who get to tell your own word of love? And it don't end well. Would it still be a masterpiece? Two chairs. Two students. Two books. Two lives. Would they still be two? What if the other one leaves?

Animals were driven with only a few instincts to live their lives by: to find food, shelter, and to mate. Humankind was driven by multiple things: lust, anger, hate, grief, jealousy, joy, and a host of other instincts and emotions. When lycans were created the goddess of such things thought it would be enthralling, exhilarating to see how such savage wolves and desensitized humans would meld together as one... The result was disastrous. The select few humans she chose to go forward with her experiment with the strength of her sacred animal, the lupine, destroyed one another. He was a mosaic, composed of broken pieces. She was an unfinished art project The moon godddess ends the lives of Lycans she sees as a threat to the Lycan community. Instead of being ripped apart by her hounds, she gives a warrior the chance to redeem himself and his friends through gifting him a mate who is bound to change his life. An accident links a potential future servant to the moon goddess to the warrior. How will Pomelia Grace, a holy novice react to being mated to such a man, Warren of Bane pack? All of the humans she chose went mad with the power, abilities, and strength that came with the wolf gene. The goddess had succeeded in creating a unique race but had a hard time managing her creations without killing them out of anger.