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I had everything money could buy-designer clothes, luxury vacations, and a last name that made people step aside when I walked into a room. But none of it mattered when the people who were supposed to love me the most treated me like an afterthought. My mother and father were all too happy to get divorced and go their separate ways to care about me. Then came the accident. One moment, I was at my family's estate, the crisp air heavy with the scent of hay and soil. The next, I was gasping for breath in a body that wasn't mine, staring up at a ceiling that didn't belong to me. The mirror confirmed my worst fear-this wasn't just a bad dream. The face staring back at me was unfamiliar, the features softer, younger. The clothes were outdated, the room foreign. I had woken up in another time. The 1970s. As if being trapped in a strange life wasn't enough, my new family feared me. They whispered behind closed doors, their eyes filled with something between awe and terror.My strength, inhuman, strange was my shield against their hatred and schemes.And then there was my father. This version of him wasn't the distant, powerful businessman I had known. He was married to another woman, and her twins... there was something about them. The way they looked at him, the way he looked away. Secrets buried in the past. A legacy I didn't recognize. A power I couldn't explain. I had lost everything once before. But this time, I wasn't going down without a fight.

Unconsciously, Dorothy moved a little further away. Even though the female lead in the novel was depicted as warm-hearted and gentle like a little sun, who never harmed the original host (it was usually the original host who persecuted her), from her many years of reading experience, Dorothy knew that main characters posses an aura of plot armor. If an evil supporting character approached them too closely, something bad was bound to happen. If not for her leg injury, Dorothy would have even considered jumping out of the car and running away. Only after they had walked far into the clinic did Dorothy open her mouth and say, "My leg is injured, so I also want to go and see a doctor in the clinic." Of course, she knew it was a minor injury and it would heal in a few days. She just needed an excuse to go in. Caleb looked surprised: "Mrs Parker, why didn't you say so earlier? You could have just gone in with them. They even know some people there." Dorothy replied, "It's not severe. I just need the doctor to apply some medicine and re-bandage it." "Oh, alright. Let's go then," Caleb replied, leading her in. As Dorothy slowly walked into the clinic, she looked around, in the hopes of seeing some job advertisements or to inquire. But even if people knew about job openings, they wouldn't likely tell her. Job opportunities are precious commodities these days. But she recalled older family members saying that in the '70s, government-run institutions would post job vacancies and conduct public examinations and screenings. While some underground connections could be involved, they would still need to maintain appearances. "The doctor says I need to get some medicine, hope you don't mind?"After receiving the prescription, Dorothy sent Caleb off, intentionally stalling for time as she milled about the clinic. And lo and behold, she actually found something. At the corner of a bulletin board, Dorothy saw a job posting. The posting stated that the clinic currently needed a nurse. Requirements were a high school education, must be female, and must be in good health without any communicable diseases. Perhaps to avoid being discovered, the words were printed very small on purpose, extremely inconspicuous, and there was no mention of when to take the recruitment exam. Just then, a janitor came out of the bathroom. Dorothy stopped her and asked, "Miss, is this clinic hiring? Do you know when the registration for the exam is?" The woman barely glanced at Dorothy and responded curtly, "Who are you?" Dorothy reached into her pocket. The original owner of this body still had some money. She took out a coin and handed it to the woman, apologizing with a smile, "I studied nursing. I've been unemployed for half a year after graduation and failed to find a suitable job. My family is worried about me. I feel bad about just staying home waiting for meals. So, even with an injured leg, I didn't slack off in job hunting. Could you please tell me if you know anything?" Accepting the coin and seeing Dorothy leaning on a crutch, the woman's expression softened considerably. She pointed to a small door on the right and said, "Registration for the examination ends at five o'clock tomorrow afternoon. That is the registration place over there." "Thank you, miss." Gratefully, Dorothy quickly thanked her and hurried to the registration office. At the registration office, two middle-aged men in white coats were leisurely drinking Coffee. Dorothy knocked on the door, and one of them hailed, "Come in." Upon her entry, the other man took a close look and asked, "What can I do for you?" She smiled nervously, saying, "Hello, I am here to apply for the job of the nurse." The man responsible for registration was quite friendly, probably because she was pretty. He picked up a form, started to fill it out, and asked, "What's your name? How old are you? What's your educational background? Where do you live...?" Dorothy answered each question. However, when the other man heard that she was only eighteen years old and living in the military complex, he shook his head, saying, "I don't think this job is suitable for you, you're too young, no experience, and no certification. Nursing can be quite tiring. Plus, is your leg injured?" His gaze fell on the bandaged right leg of Dorothy. Dorothy hurriedly explained,"It's a minor injury. It will heal on its own in a couple of days." "I'm not afraid of hard work, you can let me try first." She thought to herself that she didn't intend to be a nurse. In her previous life, she was a respected chief physician. The man glanced at her and said, "Then let me test you. You should at least know the basic care knowledge; otherwise, getting registered would be a waste." "What type of respiration is used in infants due to their underdeveloped respiratory muscles and small range of chest movements?" Dorothy immediately responded, "Diaphragmatic breathing."

On her wedding day, Isla faced a series of disasters no bride could ever imagine. Her fiancé, Jeremy, dropped a bombshell in front of the entire congregation, revealing an explicit video of her and another man-a video she had no knowledge of or clue how it came to be. To make matters worse, Jeremy took things further by proposing to her sister right then and there. Devastated beyond belief, Isla ran out of the chapel-and his life-without looking back. She swore never to let herself be humiliated like that again and decided that love was no longer worth the risk. With her heart in pieces, she headed to the nearest bar to drown her sorrows in alcohol, where, in a haze of pain and anger, she met a handsome stranger. What was meant to be a fleeting escape turned into a one-night stand. She disappeared without a trace, determined to sever all ties with Jeremy. That included quitting her job at his father's company-she didn't want anything to do with him or his family anymore. As she searched for a new beginning, fate led her into the path of Jaxon Waverly. Jaxon Waverly-a billionaire CEO by day and a fearless Mafia leader by night. Isla becomes his secretary, unknown to her and Jaxon himself that she is Jaxon's long-lost love and unforgettable one-night-stand. Determined to win her over, Jaxon will stop at nothing to make her his wife.

Once a upon time they were a happy family. One accident changed it all. Mum and dad gone. Sister missing, Will they ever find her and bring her back? Is she safer with them or without them? Maybe letting her go is the best thing? The enemies are watching and waiting for the right time to break this family once again, Can they win the battle once again without losing anyone again?

Having some of the poems in the first edition of the poem collection, ‘The P.O.T (Poured Out Thoughts)’ published in several poetry magazines as High On Poems, Earthborne Magazine, Deadsnakes and so on, the author has ushered in the second, titled ‘The P.O.T (Poured Out Thoughts) ---The Reloaded. It is said to be ‘reloaded’ because there are other poems to be added to make this edition slightly richer than the first. With poems as ‘Out of the Box’, ‘Dad Loves Me’, ‘Heralding God’s Magnificence’ being published in notable poetry journals and magazines, the sequel is hoped to make an impact to the entire world, beginning with the readers. The Table of Contents has the additional poems that readers, who have read the first edition, would realize. They are intended to look into general issues, family, gender, parental, religious (Christian faith), children, love and personal/motivational. The aim behind this piece is simple. As said in the first edition, it is about entertaining, enlightening, inspiring or motivating and enabling people think for themselves. Worthy of Note: The author believes that subsequent edition(s) of the work would carry the above-stated aim.

Laura has always wished she would become a tomb raider and which she did with the help of her best friend Ralph. But things got twisted when she learnt about her past life. Find out in this thrilling story of love, adventure, betrayal and death..

David's choices

Mated and marked with the Alpha of the shadow pack of the north, Lena finds herself stuck in a life that she never enjoyed love and respect from her mate, Abel. Coming to terms that she could no longer take the humiliation from and the entire pack, she made up her mind to leave the mortar the expense of her life. Being treated like royalty in her new home, her new mate was everything Abel was not. Romance got intense and Lena finds out she's pregnant, this also conjured her superpowers she never knew she had. *** The Shadow pack faces a Great War that they will need help and the only place Abel could go was where he had to face Lena, the woman he treated with hostility. Will Lena agree to help the man that was cruel to her? Will Lena save the pack who humiliated her? Will Abel agree to her terms to save his people? Will he let his pride get in the way? Read to enjoy this intriguing story of love, hate, mercy and forgiveness.

"Go to hell " he said with stern and harsh voice. "N....no no no" she said with folding the hand of his. "I love you so much. Please don't do this." "You're my worst mistake in my life that i marry you. Now, I'm in my full senses saying this. He said, putting his finger on his heart, "I divorce you." Abruptly, she kept the hand on his mouth. Please, don't say another word. "I.... will kill myself." He removed her hand and grabbed her hand, what did you say, say again. She said with tremble voice, "I..... I'm not want to repeat that sentence." "Ohhhh madam, stop this useless tantrum."

Beauties? Don't annoy me, please. I don’t have time to play with all of you. Money? I like it! But it really bothers me that I own so much money. Power! That is my favorite. However, my power is so enormous that I myself even feel scared! You call me Brother Jiang? That’s how people used to address me, but now they call me ‘Mr. Jiang'. People always say that the whole world will be shocked if I stamp my feet. Hmm, not really. I don't have much strength on my feet. And they also say that my words can bring sanguinary slaughters. It's just kidding. Actually, my life motto is peace. What's more, they say that I can do anything I want all over the world. Come on. They even don't know me at all. How could they have the chance to talk to me?! Now, I get the system as my guidance. The door of becoming a hero has opened. Since then, an ordinary security guard heads forward and never stops.

*The Broken Egg* is a gripping tale of fragility and resilience set in a small, sunlit village. When a mysterious, cracked egg appears on Clara's windowsill, it unravels a chain of events that shatters the town's quiet facade. As Clara digs deeper, she uncovers buried secrets tying the egg to an ancient prophecy-and a looming disaster. With time running out, she must piece together the truth before the fractures spread beyond repair. A haunting blend of mystery and metaphor, this novel explores the delicate balance between hope and despair.

We have been friends for ten years, does that make us best friend? I dated his cousin, jilted and dumped her, does that make me a betrayal ? Now, I want to date his sister and dumped her too. Does that make me wicked? I have two diaries One was filled with writings on how I made his cousin cried And I'm about the second with how I'm going to make his sister cry They said you dont do things without reasons. Maybe I have my reasons or not, that's a secret between me and my diary But my diary, why did the last page of my diary wanted to make a little change?