karlmaks
Stories
5
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2.4 M
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8 d, 12 h
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Many people are like this, especially girls—they often seek in others what they feel they lack in themselves. Young girls want to appear more mature, while mature women wish they could regain a sense of youthfulness. For Patricia, she already had enough youthful energy, so she couldn't help but admire her cousin’s maturity and charm. After all… men always seemed to favor that kind of allure. Lance glanced at Barbara and confidently said, “Of course, Barbara is beautiful. She’s also mature and…-
545.2 K • Ongoing
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Officer Ferren had worked at the Port Precinct for seven or eight years. His house had moved from the remote northwest corner of the city to a neighborhood closer to downtown. Many people thought the port wasn’t a place with much money to be made; the best precincts were considered to be the two downtown precincts and the Bay Area precinct. But in reality, there was plenty of money here. Because there were so many people, and many operators around these workers. Elsewhere, they might charge merchants…
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545.2 K • Ongoing
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Hammer got beaten again—this time by Ethan—and then the group returned to the company. In the garage, Morris and Lawn spread waterproof tarps all over the floor. Only then was Hammer brought in, looking very weak. His head had suffered continuous heavy blows and beatings, leaving his consciousness somewhat blurred. But the moment Elvin entered, Hammer suddenly perked up. A sharp adrenaline rush made him more “awake” than ever. He looked at Elvin kneeling on the ground. “It’s all my fault.…
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545.2 K • Ongoing
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An old man and a young man looked at each other for a moment. The old tailor spoke quietly, "Mr. Lance, what do you want this boy to do?" In fact, this "boy" was older than Lance, but to the old tailor, he was still a boy. This also showed how much he cared about his son-in-law. "A clothing factory. I need a manager, but I don't trust anyone else." "You come help me manage this clothing factory, arrange work, storage, procurement, shipments, everything. I'll pay you a hundred a month." The old tailor…
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545.2 K • Ongoing
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If there were a ranking of the smartest people in the bar, the bartender would definitely be number one. The bartender looked about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing a white shirt and a black vest. He glanced at the two bucks on the table, then sized up Lance. Under Lance’s watchful gaze, he picked up the money and put it in his pocket. He looked toward the stage. “That guy wearing blue jeans and a dark green cowboy hat is Hammer.” The bartender turned back to Lance. “Don’t cause…
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545.2 K • Ongoing
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Mr. Jobav had a premonition that Lance would act. If he really had the guts to overturn the table and quit playing, he wouldn’t have been extorted of hundreds of thousands by people back and forth without doing anything. He always wanted to avoid being involved in these troubles, then sneak into high society, and afterward think about reclaiming what he lost during his rise. But he ignored one thing: the federal high society will always belong only to federals, not outsiders, not immigrants. No…
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545.2 K • Ongoing
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The lights in the dock management office were still on, and one unlucky guy was working overtime. The manager told him that before 9:30 a.m., he had to have this document finished on his desk. But the manager could swear to anyone that he never asked anyone to work overtime voluntarily. This was all the employees’ own initiative. And the reason the employee worked overtime on his own was because during normal hours he didn’t work hard enough and didn’t finish what he was supposed to. "Why is it…
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545.2 K • Ongoing
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This era of the Federation can be called the best time ever, a period of wild development. Before social rules are fully established, before people’s courage is restrained by the law, when desire tramples reason, this place, right now, is about to be the brightest era in the Federation’s long history. It’s even better than when the Federation was first founded, because complete chaos doesn’t always mean a good era. People had no good lives beyond looting. At this moment, everything is at an…
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545.2 K • Ongoing
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Hammer was a very common worker on the docks—just like his name, very ordinary. He had the bad temper that most dock workers had. Every day, he was annoyed by one thing or another; there was always someone who could get on his nerves. He never thought the problem was himself. If it were, why would someone else make him unhappy instead of him making himself unhappy? Lately, his mood had been even more unstable, because all the bars had stopped selling alcohol but told them if they were willing to pay a…
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545.2 K • Ongoing
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Mr. White looked at Lance, unsure how to address him. Lance took the lead, easing the tension. "Just call me Lance." Stepping into the yard, Lance pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "Care for one?" Seeing the elegant packaging, Mr. White hesitated briefly before nodding. "Of course..." He eyed Lance cautiously, "Lance?" Lance didn’t hold any particular fondness or dislike for Mr. White. If his feelings could be quantified, Mr. White would get a passing grade. This was because Mr. White had accepted…
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545.2 K • Ongoing
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