Sometimes death isn't the end. Sometimes, people can come back with new lives and new powers. This is one of those times.

This is a serial story with litrpg and gamelit elements.

Our daughter’s silence was a persistent worry, for I suspected that it wasn’t a mature response to the need for silence but rather a conditioned reflex, no doubt beaten into her. Ish didn’t have my character quite right, for there were times I was pretty sure I could kill, and if I had encountered ‘Mr Rattan’ or whatever his bloody name was, I am pretty sure the firing squad he met would have been redundant. Save the bullets, boys, the bald round-eye over there has fists.

Chapter 13.

The new neighbours had expressed a desire to see inside Broadcasting House, so it was a big group who were escorted to the studio where the show was to be recorded. It was set up for TV, and the presenter apologised for the change in format.

“Since you were last here, you’ve all gone from strength to strength. This will be a special on both One and Three, as your appeal covers both demographics. If you can go with our make-up girl, she’ll give you the matt skin that looks better.”

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I wasn’t supposed to hear it.

I had just stepped out of the kitchen, drying my hands on a towel, when I caught the tail end of it — Mom laughing, Karen’s voice trailing off:
“Honestly, Ellen, sometimes I think Evan would’ve made a better daughter than son.”
Then the clink of wine glasses. More laughter.

Matty Caff AI Comic Fantasies:
These are independent stand alone AI and Face Swap created comics of fantasy and some personal experience. I use my face in every comic

After flubbing a powerful incantation, meant to give newly coronated Demon Queens the wisdom of their ancestors, Devilla Satanne awakens to memories of her past life as Jacob Divington, a human from Earth. Having gained a new perspective on life, she quickly comes to a rather horrifying conclusion: she's been a complete and utter brat! No wonder everyone hates her!

And then there's the fact that she's apparently been reincarnated as the villainess of Tower Conquest, a lesbian porn game with a surprisingly intricate plot. One in which the Heroine conquers Dimona Tower, turning Devilla's people against her in the process. In victory, the Heroine brings about a glorious age of peace between demons and humans for the first time in millennia. ...Which actually sounds pretty good for her people, come to think of it. Devilla knows her terrible behavior is beyond forgiveness, but maybe she can still make up for her past mistakes? She just needs to make sure the events of the game unfold correctly. Though there is one little detail she'd like to change - the part where Devilla herself is killed or enslaved!

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Chapter 12

On Monday morning, they talked about Jacob’s melt-down. Gina had received the email from Wilhelm and the one from Peter. Willow stayed quiet about the drugs. She did ask Gina about going to London during the next weekend and told her that accommodation had been organised.

The Bit Bucket

A Transgender Paranormal Romantasy

From the Paranormal Visitor Universe

Chapter 12: The Magic System

By Sasha Zarya Nexus

Can Meda and Eva meet the challenge of learning how to cope with and effectively use their majick and the even greater challenge of practicing for the completions as a part of Dean Bronwen's team in pursuit of Aislinn's cup at Aislinn's College for the Blessed?

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Matty Caff AI Comic Fantasies:
These are independent stand alone AI and Face Swap created comics of fantasy and some personal experience. I use my face in every comic

Trish was taken by surprise by Dido wanting to kiss her. She slowly responded, but broke off the kiss before it got out of hand.

“Sorry, Trish,” said Dido.

“Janet! Janet! Wake up!” I kick my mattress with the back of my feet to get the attention of my sister down below. My twin groaned. “What time is it?”

I go down the ladder of our bunkbed as she says this, then sit on the edge of her mattress. “It’s 5 AM.”

My sister throws her pillow at me. “C’mon, Jasmine. It’s too early. Let me sleep.”