Don Juan

What?!?" Pia exclaimed. “What's within?” Saying, "Oh my God! Is that a finger that has been chopped?’ Cassandra uttered, "I'm not sure!” "What the fuck does that even mean?!?" exclaimed Pia. Cassandra says, "What?!?" Please don't look at me that way. Furthermore, I have no idea what that even means!’ Pia commented, "This is embarrassing," and Cassia responded, "Okay, I'm going to call the police right away." "No!" exclaimed Pia. Oh no, please don't! “ Cassiandra uttered, "Are you serious at this moment? Cass, that is one fucking chopped finger! Furthermore, we have no idea whose finger it is!” "I'm sure that whoever sent this wouldn't really like it if we ever called the police about this," Pia said. "I also think that they might be keeping an eye on us right now." Cassandra was already breathing heavily as she was scared and doesn't know what to do. She panicked while Pia remained calm and silent as she tries to calm her friend down. Fear flashed through Cassandra's mind as she and Pia stood next to her car, their nerves still raw from the uncomfortable meeting. "Then, what do we do now?" Cassandra's eyes darted across the surroundings while her voice wavered with anxiety. With her own heart rate accelerating due to adrenaline, Pia tried to calm their agitated minds. "Maybe we'll try to calm down first..." However, Cassandra's mind was already racing, a flash of insight emerging in her. "But wait, the letter!" Pia looked in astonishment, taken aback by Cassandra's apparent eagerness. "What?" Words flew out of Cassandra's mouth, a trace of panic in her tone. "H-Haven't that box come with a letter?" Pia's face wrinkled as she considered what Cassandra had said, realizing what had happened.

What is a mystery? Is it an axiom representing what is not perceptible and understandable? Is it the unfathomable, incomprehensible no matter how people try to make it specious? No, it isn't that. The definition of mystery is only what people can conceive, a specious fact with loopholes. People believe what they believe to be true and sadly, it has plunged them to the endless gore of ignorance. Mysteries aren't what we don't understand or what we can't comprehend. Mysteries aren't what remain hidden, taciturn to the ever yearning ears of people. Mysteries aren't the supernatural laws which can't be explained or fathomed. No, the definition of 'mysteries' is beyond that. Mysteries are what can't be reached no matter how we try to reach them. It isn't what can't be comprehended. Rather, it's what can't be reached. They are endless gores, immersed into the abyssal chasm of infinities. Mysteries are a state of endlessness and boundlessness, incomprehensible and unfathomable. Yes, that's what mysteries are. Cyclopean and grosteque phantasm is what a mystery should be called. A mystery transcends the feebleness and lumbering states of concepts, going on and on for eternity. Hence, a mystery is the same as infinity and infinity the same as a mystery. A mystery is infinite and infinity is mysterious—both are like a symphony, intertwined with each other making them chalcenterous and existing in oneness. To understand a mystery, you need to be boundless and infinite, transcending all possible concepts and impossible concepts, all possible 'non-concepts' and all impossible 'non-concepts'. Mysteries are beyond conception as well as non-conception. They are mysteries, boundless and infinite! They are stacked upon each other in a terracing manner, shrouded in the prodigious paradigm of infinity, going on and on till infinity!

As you know, angels are at the head of the good mortal world, and demons rule the ball in hell.  But the angels are not as kind as the people of the church have always made them out to be.  The human race is not so important to them. And now, in their wars for our souls, they have completely forgotten about us.  But people like me don't consider themselves to be ordinary people.  We live twice, and sometimes three times more than ordinary people are allowed to live.  Our society is called the priests of Ultima.  That's all we want to tell about our world... P.s I don't publishing here anymore!

Wizart, a severely mentally insane man, was detained in a hospital for treatment. The restless brain likes games, making everyone feel anxious to take care of him, not to mention if he invites you to play with him. But, despite his pain, he also experienced bad luck, especially with his children. Wizart believes that the children are still alive now but unfortunately, the children who have been waiting for all this time have died. Benson as a friend tried his best to make Wizart give up on finding his children. "Wizart.. please don't be like this. Your children are gone, Wizart. You have passed away. Don't you feel sad when you imagine your children's spirits are not at peace seeing your father like this? Wizart, please wake up. .” - Benson "What are you talking about? My son didn't die! You don't know anything. I just saw my son running around earlier. Ish!" - Wizard However, Benson will not remain silent after seeing Wizart treated until such a change occurs in him. He was determined to find out who caused Wizart to experience the horror. And Wizart had the opportunity to recall his old story. "It's all over, crazy Wizart." - Nick How brutal will Wizart be? Will Wizart recover or vice versa? Is Wizart really crazy or just being dramatic?

James stared at his dying mother on the sick bed. "Don't you leave me mother, you are all I have got." He cried Martha was all his son had. Her husband had died shortly after he was born leaving her with no inheritance. Tears clouded her eyes as she laid on the bed. " I am sorry, son but I have to go now." she looked at her son. Just as she was about to die, she gave James a case. " Open this when I am dead." Martha said slowly reaching out to her son. James opened the case to find a strange spectacle. Little did he know that the spectacle will change the course of his life

I have conquered nations, subdued entire populations. Everyone from the Eastern plains to the Northern colonies fear me. But they don't know me. My name is Lloyd Bishop, and I am the Dragon Duke, The greatest enforcer of the kingdom of Tekka. 10 years ago, I watched from the closet, where I witnessed my entire family be gunned down in the city of Hilburg. My father and uncle, shot by a man with a dragon tattoo on his arm, who then burned down our home. I managed to escape, but I died from smoke poisoning. My life would be saved by a young girl, Lisa Francis, who brought me back to life and showed me the way out of the city. That was a decade ago. I left everything behind that day, my 3 childhood friends, and Lisa, a girl I didn't even know yet. In the time since, everything has changed, I was now more powerful than ever before, but the rage of my family's murder hadn't been quelled. And now I have returned to this city that took everything from me, and my mission is clear. Reconnect with my childhood friends, repay the girl who saved my life. But most importantly, I will show those responsible for my parent's death… THE WRATH OF THE DRAGON DUKE!

"Oh my God! When last did you have a shower?! You reek!" He yelled pinching his nose to block out the smell. **** "Just go and die in a ditch or something!" **** "Exactly! Crawl back to whatever hole you came from!" **** "Of course not. I definitely don't know a dirty, poor delivery boy who slaves his ass off only to be paid little to nothing." **** "Oh! You idiot! You were meant to take it on the counter! Do I need to teach you everything like a child?!" **** He just wanted this world to end right here and right now. Enough was enough! When was he ever going to enjoy his life?! When?! He was miserable. He just wanted to die right now. Everyone hated Arthur Duderte, including the woman whom he thought loved him. Everyone turned their backs against him, until mother luck shone on him and he received news that he was the heir of the Duderte Empire... One of the biggest empires in the City. Now, he had the power to get revenge on those who had ridiculed him in the past.

"Being insulted by my wife's family doesn't make me desperate, wait for my wife to rise, I will turn things around!" Su Juan tries hard to be accepted in his wife's family until one day, an artifact recognizes him as its master.

Blake glanced at everyone in the room. Despite how they just treated him, he went down on his knees to beg them, throwing the shame and the hurtful feeling he was having at that moment through the window. “Please help me, my sister is dying. Even if you don't pay me for being a substitute husband on the wedding day like you promised, I will pay back every single penny” he pleaded. Maria kicked him hard on his stomach, making him stumble on the ground. “Were you assuming that I would give you a ten million you didn't work for? Are you stupid or pretending to be stupid?” she fired. Maria used Blake to save her face that day, a year ago. He was just the perfect person she needed, he was a cleaner, and it also felt like he needed money. Promising him money was the only thing that got him married to her. He is just a wretched pauper, she would never give her money to someone like Blake. “How do you intend to pay back if we lend you the money? From your part-time jobs?” she taunted. “Is leeching off us not enough? Now, you want more?” Mrs Jones added, bursting into a cynical laughter. “What have you done for us? You couldn't afford your tuition fees and dropped out because of that, what should I expect from someone of your caliber?” At that moment, Blake knew that they would not help him no matter what. Standing up with a shallow sigh, he peeked at them and shook his head. What was he thinking? **** Just when he thought life has ended, Blake found out that he was the owner of a company worth trillions of dollars. Will he seek revenge or hide his identity from his In-Laws?

“So this is what you really want, Jasmine?” he asked, his voice calm yet laced with an undercurrent of disappointment. “After everything?” She crossed her arms, her expression hardening. “Let’s not pretend there was ever an ‘everything’ between us. You don’t get to guilt me, Ethan. I’ve been miserable, living with a man who has no drive, no ambition. I’ve wasted enough time.” Ethan’s mouth tightened, but he stayed silent, letting her words sink in. She’d always seen him as a failure, the quiet husband who blended into the background. And now, with the prospect of a new life on the horizon, she was willing to cast him aside without hesitation. In that moment, Ethan felt something within him shift—a quiet yet powerful resolve. She had no idea who he was, what he had done for her, and the lengths he had gone to support her dreams while sacrificing his own. The weight of his hidden life, his secrets, his true identity, all of it bore down on him, but he remained silent. He calmly reached for a pen, signing his name with a steady hand. As he finished, he pushed the papers back to her, his eyes meeting hers with a new intensity. “You’ll get what you want, Jasmine,” he said quietly, each word filled with a weight she couldn’t quite decipher. “But I want you to remember this moment.” She blinked, confused, perhaps even a little unnerved by his composed demeanor. “Remember it? What are you talking about?”