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Due to the negligence and ambition of the government, a virus has spread. It causes people with viruses to eat and bite people without viruses, contaminating them. With the help of William's sister, will he be able to discover the cure that lies within the dark? Will he be able to sue those who are guilty? Or will he be able to feel the love that he's been trying to suppress in the midst of the chaos? Will William die or will he survive and find the cure?

A week after I gave birth via C-section, Mark Whitman invited his friends over to celebrate the birth of our son. The crowd was boisterous—more than a dozen people. Not one of them bothered to remove their dirty shoes. The wooden floor was soon covered in muddy footprints. Mark came into the room and, without a hint of concern, ordered me out of bed. "Everyone's waiting outside. Don't just hide here and rest—you're embarrassing me in front of our guests." I had no choice but to push through the pain, forcing my body to prepare a huge meal for the large crowd, all on my own. When I carried the final bowl of steaming soup to the table, Lily Hoyte—whether intentionally or not—jabbed her hand against the wound on my abdomen. My hand trembled from the sudden pain, and the bowl slipped slightly, spilling the hot soup onto Lily's shoes. Mark's face darkened instantly. "What the heck did you do, Cammy? Lily rushed here right after her plane landed from overseas to see our son, and this is how you treat her?" The crowd quickly chimed in. "Come on, Cammy, no need to be so petty." "Mark and Lily grew up together. If there was really something between them, do you think you'd even be here now?" "Do you even know how much those shoes cost? They're limited edition—easily over ten thousand dollars. And you just ruined them." Lily stood up awkwardly, her eyes misting with tears. "If Cammy doesn't like me," she said softly, "then I'll leave. I don't want to be a bother." But Mark grabbed her hand in an exaggerated display of protection, his voice harsh as he turned to me. "Wipe Lily's shoes clean. Right now." His partiality for Lily made something sharp twist in my chest. My lips quivered as I fought back tears. "The wound on my stomach hasn't healed yet. I can't bend over." At that, his expression grew colder. "Don't use childbirth as an excuse. If you can't bend over, then kneel and wipe them. And if you won't, get out of my house!"

Belle was an average highschool student, until she received the link of an online game called "The harvest". The game is such that, whatever you're asked to collect... you must. Organs, body parts and the likes. She's never killed anyone... but it seems everyone else has turned into murderers... Now... she's trying to escape, from the game... and it's blood thirsty players..

*Sequel of Palmer's Dance* It has been more than a year since I posted Palmer's Dance, and even though I started writing this story, I had to put it on hold. But now I will try to finish it and will post what I got so far. Updates will be twice a week for now.... Faith Hilton and Gunner Travis had it all. A beautiful relationship, a great home and a gorgeous baby girl. Being High school sweethearts, they truly believed they are meant for each other, and that their love will persist until the end. But, obstacles in their lives make them question whether they truly belong with each other. With their baby's heart condition and the threat of losing their ranch, it only gets harder for them. With their high school friends' perfect life, and theirs going downhill, their strength and love will be tested in this sweet romance that might make you tear up or even smile.

Ryn was murdered, and her soul was reborn in a werewolf's body. Living with a pack of Rouges in the Wolfspring Forest, Ryn found great love and protection. Everything was perfect until the nightmare came. A prophecy said that Ryn was a Bloodwolf, a werewolf who would bring destruction to the cruel Alpha Albert. She was being hunted down to be killed. But what if the Moon Goddess fated Ryn and Albert as mates? If your mate is your death angel, is there any way to unite?

In a post apocalyptic world, where staying alive is an impossibility, home is in the Compound, surrounded by prison cells and strangers that are family. Keeping them safe is my priority but its hard to keep my focus when she wont leave me alone. Shes too young, too innocent to be tainted by me and yet I cant keep my eyes off of her. Things get really difficult the day we return from our latest mission, and now its impossible to ignore her, but I have to keep her alive if I want any chance of corrupting her.

"The world was unstable when hellhounds attacked and began annihilating humans. That instability was our undoing. Now the United States has a new government that may be more corrupt then the former one.We only won the first fight because Shadow Warriors came to our rescue. An alien race, hiding among us for centuries, they saved humanity and then humans betrayed them.Now the hellhounds are back and one woman holds the fate of the world on her shoulders.Her name is Marinah.King, leader of the Shadow Warriors, wants humans dead. He doesn’t care that the woman the Federation sent is doing something to his internal beast. Even though killing a woman is not something he wants, as leader, he may have no choice.Enter a world of hellhounds, monsters, and evil as two unlikely people discover that love may hold more answers than war. Genetically Modified is created by Holly S. Roberts, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author."

"Remember child, your world is broken and you are born to fix it" ..... Badbloods are people with peculiar abilities and they are evil. Are they? The human civilization collapsed as a powerful Badblood, the Inkur, unleashed the Reapers into the land. Reapers are creatures from the abyss and they fed on human soul and flesh. Those who survived creates a village and built walls to keep them safe from the Reapers. Badbloods were killed or casted out from the villages as people fear them. Serra, a young girl in their village was casted out and was accused as a Badblood, but she don't know if she is and she don't know her power. She is forced to walk in the lands with Reapers lurking in the shadows. She will then discover that the Reapers aren't the only the one to fear outside the gates.

When the red sky falls on the nineteenth of August 2080, the people of Segunda Island never thought they'll see their beloved home end before their very eyes. They watched their society bombed into dust, taking many innocent lives. Is it a massacre or a genocide? They died without knowing the reason for their ill fate. Then they resurrected out of ordinary, shifting into something vicious. They've become a humanoid beast who craves for blood and gore. Jane Fortalejo have no choice to team up with a bunch of misfits. Their hope to find haven across the ocean motivates them to strive better against the so-called flesh-eating zombies; but human nature has always been so selfish, ruthless, and violent in their deepest, darkest thoughts. With no safe places left to run and hide, they swear to seek for the truth behind the apocalypse instead, even if their death comes as a price.

In my dormitory, there was a poor student. With all the good intentions in the world, my roommates and I were eager to help her, not realizing how much our help would cost. She wasn't impressed by the hairdryer we offered, insisting on borrowing a branded one instead. The skincare products we gave her? They were applied to her feet. And, as if that wasn't enough, she specifically demanded luxury face cream. One day, I lent her my tablet to look up some information, and to my surprise, she secretly opened up my gaming app, spent all the diamonds and reward tickets I had saved for half a year, and left me empty-handed. When I asked her to pay me back, she turned the tables and posted a public message online, accusing me. "I'm just a poor student from the countryside, never played games before. Are the materials in the game really worth this much?" Before I knew it, the comment section was flooded with criticisms of me. In a fit of frustration, I fired back with a post of my own, throwing her into the spotlight. "Well, I suppose you've never tasted the bitterness of being cyberbullied, have you?"