Rebirth to a Military Marriage: Good Morning Chief - Chapter 2500: Miao Jing and Zhai Yaohui (1)

Charlotte Dawson, 27, filed a divorce against her cheating and abusive husband after enduring the failing marriage for five years.“You think you can just walk away? After I marked you? You’re mine forever, Charlotte!” exclaimed Julian.“You are just my fake mate, Julian.”She had to run away from her lunatic ex-husband, and the only way to do that was to get marked by an Alpha.It never crossed in Charlotte’s mind that she would come to an Alpha who rejected her—Damon Sullivan, 38, who happened to be her ex-husband’s billionaire uncle.“You want me to renew our bond? That’s not an issue.” Damon warned her, “But once I mark you, I’ll never let you run away.”But why would Charlotte run away when the alpha spoiled her to death?Helping her get her fame again? Check.Giving her limitless money?! Check.Slapping her ex-husband? CheckSatisfying her in bed? Triple check!!!

I was once asked a question.“How far would you go for her?”“How much are you willing to suffer just for her ?”“Would you sacrifice yourself for her?”I answered“I will sacrifice myself, but at the same time I won't ”Why? He asked“It's simple ” I replied“I'm willing to die 9999 times just for her but on the 10 thousands time I won't die I'll live with her and make her happy ”“Why not a billion times”“It's simple it's because I love her and she loves me, I will live with her after 9999 deaths she needs me and I need her that's how much I love her”“Then die, die 9999 times just for her and save her from this world”“I intend to ”

A Lovecraft- inspired darker, grittier One piece fanfic. A fanfic based on emotion and madness. A fanfic not for the faint hearted.----------------Regret. I have been drowning in it for far too long. I’ve regretted every choice I’ve made, every mistake I’ve carried, every moment of my past. I’ve regretted the present I live, the path I walk. Even my future, uncertain as it may be, has been tainted by regret.But not anymore. I refuse to live under its shadow. Yet, I know the truth—I don’t have the power to escape it completely.Am I not like a flicker of flame? So fragile, so fleeting—one puff, and I’m gone.Regret has burdened me, weighed me down to make me climb the towering wall of greatness. But I press on.It was all I could do. All I ever wanted to do.

“Look at him,” someone snickered from a few rows over. “Smells like he sleeps in a dumpster.”“Probably does,” another voice added, louder this time. Nox just stared at his textbook, the words blurring. He had heard it all before.Then, Mark, one of the main reasons his life was a living hell, swaggered past his desk. Mark always had a smirk on his face. “Oops,” he said, not even trying to sound accidental, as a full cup of bright orange juice tipped over, splashing all down the front of Nox's already ruined shirt. The cold liquid soaked through instantly. Laughter erupted around the room. It was loud, clear, and mocking. Nox slowly looked up. His eyes landed on Ms. Joy, who was watching the whole thing. She had seen Mark deliberately pour the juice on him. He raised his hand, a small, tired gesture. “Ms. Joy,” he said, his voice flat. “He just poured juice on me. Are you just going to ignore it? Again?.” Ms. Joy looked at him, then at Mark, who was now theatrically wiping his hands. A small smile played on her lips. Then she chuckled. Just a little airy laugh.“Oh, Nox, don't be so dramatic. Boys will be boys, right Mark?” Mark puffed out his chest. “Yeah, Ms. Joy. He's just sensitive.” The class laughed even harder at that. Ms. Joy joined in, her laughter ringing out with theirs. Hearing them all, hearing her laugh, something in him finally snapped. It wasn't a loud break, more like a quiet, final click. He realized it then, with a cold, hard clarity. No one was coming to save him. No teachers, no police, no parents he never had. No one cared. If he wanted this to stop, he would have to be the one to stop it. He was the only one who could.His face remained blank, but his mind was suddenly very clear. He reached down slowly, his hand going into his worn-out school bag. The laughter died down a little as a few students noticed his deliberate movement, a strange stillness about him. He pulled out a gun.The classroom went silent. Utterly, completely silent. Mark's smirk vanished, replaced by wide, terrified eyes. Even Ms. Joy stopped laughing, her face paling. “What… Nox, what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice suddenly shaky. He didn't answer. He looked around at their faces, one by one. Fear. He saw fear now. Good. He was ready. He was going to make them all pay. He was going to end it, all of it.Just as he was about to raise the gun properly, a bright blue screen appeared right in front of his face. It was translucent, and only he seemed to see it. [Congratulations! You have met the requirements!] [1st Player Chosen!] [You have won the System!]