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GEORGE BARRINGTON
AS Captain Hind was master of the road, George Barrington was (and remains for ever) the absolute monarch of pickpockets. Though the art, superseding the cutting of purses, had be... -
II CHARLES PEACE
CHARLES PEACE, after the habit of his kind, was born of scrupulously honest parents. The son of a religious file-maker, he owed to his father not only his singular piety but his l... -
64. Way Foreward
As the late morning sun gently bathed the streets of Dwarika in its golden glow, life stirred in the bustling kingdom. The air was filled with the sounds of activity, from the rhyt... -
61. Seeking Answers
Sumali stood within her uncle Shakuni's chamber, the harsh afternoon sun casting an unwelcome glare across the room. An air of tension hung heavy, signaling an impending storm that... -
Chapter 96: Deep Rock Stranded
A/n: Overpowered Protagonist Bullshit aside, it's time we go back to the nice old normal humans with guns vs overpowered magical enemies!Enjoy!!*****Austronesian Empire, Imperial T... -
Chapter 1: Crotch Humiliation
The capture of the fortress of Martinez was an even greater feat than the battle of Ahurama. I became the idol of the country, and the men in the army looked upon me as the new gen... -
Burn down the Chess Board (1).
Summary:"Never play a game that has been rigged against you, Meri Bhaanje. And if there is no way you could decline playing the game... find a way to rig the board to your favor."-... -
MONSIEUR L'ABB<E'>
The childhood of the Abb Rosselot is as secret as his origin, and no man may know whether Belfort or Bavaria smiled upon his innocence. A like mystery enshrouds his early manhood,... -
Chapter 40 - Unwanted memories
"Bad memories are like splinters. Sometimes painful, but you learn to live with them. The problem is, they always work their way to the surface eventually."************Nikolas's PO... -
Chapter 94 - Sacred Bond of Fate
As Arjuna arrived at that holy and delightful region, the air was thick with the sacred scent of sandalwood and the distant hum of conch shells. His Chetak ran through the soft ear...