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Grand Lune

Renaissance : Elle est devenue une Belle et Cool Grande Aventure

Sa vie précédente était pitoyable. Peu de temps après sa naissance, son père a abandonné sa femme et sa fille pour son premier amour et est parti pour la ville. Sa mère l'a laissée chez sa grand-mère, indifférente à son sort, et même comploté pour la marier à l'amant de sa cousine. De plus, après s'être échappée en ville, elle a été trahie par sa belle-mère et sa demi-sœur, qui lui ont volé un de ses reins ! Sans connaître la vérité, elle les a prises pour des bienfaiteurs, les servant comme une simple domestique. Elle a découvert plus tard la vérité et a accidentellement acquis un espace spécial, profitant d'une bonne vie pendant environ deux ans avant de mourir soudainement et inexplicablement. Après être réincarnée, elle s'est efforcée d'éviter les pièges de sa vie antérieure, mais a été presque submergée par la vérité en la découvrant. Il s'est avéré que la belle-mère qu'elle détestait le plus était en réalité sa mère biologique, et la personne qu'elle respectait le plus dans sa vie précédente était en fait son père. Dans sa vie antérieure, elle n'était jamais tombée amoureuse, et elle était désintéressée après sa réincarnation jusqu'à ce qu'elle tombe par hasard sur l'amour et une adoration extrême. Dans sa vie précédente, lui aussi était pitoyable, mais il était ensuite devenu extrêmement riche. Dans cette vie, grâce à elle, il est devenu encore plus dominateur.
Amnesia Purple · 32.7K Views

Mariage de substitution : renaître en tant que grande figure influente

Roman numéro un dans l'univers—face-slap, torture des scélérats, couple puissant ! Isabella Thompson, abandonnée dans un village, a soudainement été ramenée chez ses parents riches. Son père : Tu es différente de ta sœur. Elle a un avenir brillant devant elle et est destinée à être un phénix qui s'élèvera dans les cieux ! Il est hors de question qu'elle épouse un infirme ! Pour toi, c'est une solution facile ici ! Sa mère : La famille Yu est riche et puissante. Remplacer ta sœur pour le mariage est ta bonne fortune ! Saches ce qui est bon pour toi ! Theodore Yu, autrefois un célèbre prodige, a perdu de son éclat après un accident de voiture et n'a même pas réussi à aller au lycée. Avec l'un étant une pauvre campagnarde et l'autre un bien connu bon à rien, ils étaient faits l'un pour l'autre. Mais alors que tout le monde attendait que Miss Thompson se ridiculise, elle et ce bon à rien sont apparus à un banquet où les grands pontes étaient réunis. Isabella Thompson : Je suis venue travailler comme serveuse. Theodore Yu : Quelle coïncidence, je suis ici pour travailler à temps partiel aussi. Ainsi, tout le monde les regarda porter des plateaux toute la nuit. *** Le jour de leur mariage, toutes les figures importantes de la capitale étaient présentes. Grand Ponte Un : Je vais aider à organiser l'immense mariage de Monsieur Yu ! Grand Ponte Deux : Bienvenue à nouveau dans la capitale, Miss Thompson ! Grand Ponte Trois :... Voyant ces grands pontes qui faisaient sans cesse la une des journaux, Grace Thompson fut emplie de larmes de regret.
Deutsche Unforgotten · 90.5K Views

Après sa transmigration, l'épouse en surpoids a fait son grand retour !

``` Qiao Mei s'est retrouvée dans un roman en tant que personnage secondaire portant le même nom qu'elle, mais qui manquait de présence. Ce personnage secondaire était une péquenaude qui ne pouvait pas se marier à cause de son obésité. Selon le scénario original, cette campagnarde Qiao Mei était une grosse fille gâtée par son grand-père. Toutefois, leurs parents étaient tous des personnes vicieuses et cruelles. Son grand-père ayant une santé fragile, une fois décédé, les parents se diviseraient pour s'accaparer ses biens. Par conséquent, le plus grand souhait de son grand-père était de marier Qiao Mei. Pour cela, il a même sacrifié et trahi le petit-fils de son ami, Xia Zhe. Le grand-père a enivré Xia Zhe et a fait en sorte que Qiao Mei prenne de force le bel et fort Xia Zhe avec son corps pesant plus de deux cents livres. Ensuite, le grand-père les surprendrait le lendemain et forcerait Xia Zhe à épouser Qiao Mei. Cependant, cela a finalement causé le début de la vie malheureuse de Qiao Mei. Aussi, dans l'histoire originale, Qiao Mei s'appropriait le mystérieux jade de Xia Zhe. Mais à cause de la stupidité de Qiao Mei, la sœur de son cousin l'avait trompée et lui avait fait donner le jade, ce qui résultait en la richesse de la famille de son cousin. Quand Qiao Mei a transmigré ici, c'était pendant l'instant gênant où elle faisait l'amour à l'homme après l'avoir enivré. Elle s'est réveillée avec confusion le lendemain et l'équipe du grand-père était déjà à la porte. Qiao Mei avait peur. Elle ne voulait pas suivre le chemin initial et épouser un homme qui ne l'aimait pas. Et donc, elle a menti et a chassé grand-père. Elle a également poussé l'homme dehors avant de se forcer à regarder son reflet bronzé et potelé dans le miroir! Hélas, elle pleurait face à son apparence laide... Comme un sumotori en sous-vêtement de grande taille, même les magasins de vêtements grandes tailles n'avaient pas de vêtements à sa taille. Et son visage était de la taille d'une pizza, une pizza brûlée! Qiao Mei a décidé de réformer sa vie! La première étape, perdre du poids! La deuxième étape, ranger sa chambre! Elle qui tenait à la propreté, bien que sa maison actuelle eût une grande cour, elle ne pouvait la décrire que comme désordonnée! La troisième étape était de tenir fermement le jade pour que sa cousine avide n'en ait aucune chance! Seulement, le grand et beau Xia Zhe ne devait-il pas la détester selon l'histoire originale? Pourquoi était-il de plus en plus gentil avec elle? ```
Mountain Springs · 196K Views

From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir’s Grand Scheme(BL)

Oops! The foolish real young master had run away!!! The title of the book… Micah had everything anyone could possibly envy, a gentle mother, a supportive father, and two doting older sisters. His family business dominated the capital with its high-technology products, and he was raised with a silver spoon from birth. Life was perfect. Until one day everything crumbled when a young man appeared, claiming to be the real young master. The classic case of swapped at birth… Panicked and heartbroken, Micah, the fake heir, fought desperately to hold onto his family and fortune. From Bad-mouthing and spreading rumours to initiating misplaced hatred toward the real young master, he plotted financial pitfalls and implicated his family business in progress. Not to mention his backstabbing and selling the classified information to a rival company. “What the actual f..?” Micah stared at the book, seething with anger. He was practically a villain out of a melodrama. He would never be like that! Which vengeful ghost had written this book?! “Where is my knife?!” He needed to show this so-called author the true meaning of vengeance! Even if he couldn’t get his hands on him, at the very least, he could undermine all the nonsense that was written in his book! Whether would he really be this mentally handicapped as described in the book remained a mystery, but please could someone explain the rest of the book to him? Those madmen! Those Degenerated Gongs! How could they torment the cheerful sunny Shou and twist him into an obedient meek little puppet just to satisfy their sick desires?! “I, Micah Ramsy, swear to protect my new brother from those psychos and hungry wolves!” Thus begins the journey of the fake heir, hell-bent on keeping those scums away from his sweet brother.
Akina_nass67 · 815.9K Views

Cultivation Notes of a True Immortal

Everyone wants to be Immortal. But when one actually achieves that goal, everyone asks themselves the same question: 'What do I do now?' Some have an answer in the beginning, and some don't. Eventually, those who hit the ground running, slow to a standstill. Those who started slow, eventually soar freely among the heavens. However, both types will come to a standstill many more times than once throughout their existence. I, myself, contemplated for a while about my next venture. Ultimately, I wanted to write my memoirs and give my fellow immortals something to keep them entertained. As I thought of the past, I came up with the idea to write my cultivation notes. Real cultivation notes. Not on a single sword art or martial skill. Not about some Dao or occupation. My name is Orym Vamoria. Orym in the Elvish tongue means 'Ten Thousand Skills.' I'm going to write about how I've mastered them all. During my first life, a great martial artist had a saying: "I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times." Tell me, do you think he would fear a man who practiced ten thousand skills more than ten thousand times? Haa, I wonder... Anyways, the journey began long before I was born on the Chaos Serpent Planet. My journey started on a planet destroyed eons ago --Earth. Pay attention because even the smallest life detail can affect your cultivation. Written in First Person Omniscient: A rare form of the first person is the first person omniscient, in which the narrator is a character in the story, but also knows the thoughts and feelings of all the other characters. It can seem like third-person omniscient at times.
Grand_Magus · 329K Views

Sistema de Grandes Ligas

Sigue el cautivador viaje de Ken Takagi, un prodigio del béisbol de secundaria cuyos sueños fueron destrozados por una devastadora lesión de hombro durante un partido crucial. Obligado a abandonar el béisbol y convertirse en un trabajador de oficina, su vida se amargó al ver a sus compañeros competir a nivel profesional mientras él se consumía en el dolor y autocompasión. Sin embargo, el destino tiene otros planes para Ken cuando se le da una segunda oportunidad, volviendo a su yo de la escuela secundaria con un aliado poderoso: el Sistema de Grandes Ligas. Con una nueva oportunidad de reescribir su destino, Ken se embarca en una búsqueda para reclamar la gloria que una vez perdió. Armado con el Sistema de Grandes Ligas, navega los desafíos de la adolescencia, la amistad y la búsqueda de la grandeza. Mientras Ken se esfuerza por superar los errores del pasado y moldear un futuro del que pueda estar orgulloso, los lectores son llevados en un viaje emocionante por el mundo del béisbol, donde los sueños se hacen y se rompen. ¿Podrá Ken superar los contratiempos, perfeccionar sus habilidades y cumplir su sueño de convertirse en un profesional del béisbol? Con el Sistema de Grandes Ligas a su disposición, el viaje está lleno de emoción, contratiempos y giros inesperados. Esta es una historia de resiliencia, redención y la búsqueda de la excelencia, una historia que te mantendrá ansioso por pasar las páginas, deseando ver si Ken puede batear un jonrón al reescribir su propio destino. Prepárate para una emocionante exploración de la pasión, la determinación y el inquebrantable espíritu de un joven atleta persiguiendo la grandeza.
leeroycgna · 123.8K Views

Liée aux Alphas Triplets

"Aria," dit-il doucement. "Aujourd'hui, c'est ton anniversaire." Ce n'était pas une question, mais j'acquiesçai néanmoins. "La lune est pleine ce soir," ajouta-t-il, sa voix calme. "Tu assisteras à la cérémonie." "Bien sûr, Ancien," répondis-je, perplexe. Tous les jeunes de dix-huit ans assistaient à la cérémonie. C'était essentiel. Il se pencha vers moi, sentant doucement. "Tu le ressens déjà, n'est-ce pas ? Le changement." Mon cœur fit un bond. "Quel changement ?" Les yeux de l'Aîné Malin se plissèrent. "Intéressant. Très intéressant." Il fouilla dans sa poche et en sortit une petite pochette. "Porte ça ce soir." Je l'acceptai avec hésitation. À l'intérieur se trouvait un simple pendentif en pierre de lune avec un cordon en cuir. "Mais c'est pour—" "Porte-le," intervint-il. "Cache-le sous tes vêtements si tu dois, mais porte-le." Les pierres de lune étaient précieuses. Elles aidaient notre connexion à la Déesse de la Lune pendant les cérémonies. Cependant, elles n'étaient données qu'aux loups des familles influentes (Alphas et Bêtas). Pas aux Omégas comme moi. "Pourquoi ?" demandai-je. L'Aîné Malin jeta un coup d'œil à Mira avant de revenir à moi. "Parce que quelqu'un cache des secrets à ton sujet, enfant. Et ce soir, ces secrets pourraient être révélés." ~ Je n'avais jamais eu d'importance dans notre meute. Les Omégas comme moi servent, se soumettent, et survivent. Nous ne rêvons pas d'amour. Nous ne rêvons pas de pouvoir. Elle était la future Luna. J'étais juste la fille qui regardait depuis les ombres. Mais tout a changé le jour de mes 18 ans. J'ai ressenti le lien de partenaire. J'ai rencontré mon partenaire. Un des fils de l'Alpha. Mais l'Alpha a des triplés, et j'ai ressenti le lien de partenaire avec les trois et il semble que les trois l'ont ressenti aussi — trois guerriers parfaits, trois Alphas puissants, trois secrets enfouis sous la surface. L'un d'eux est mon destin. L'un d'eux ment. Et l'un d'eux pourrait être ma mort. La Déesse de la Lune ne fait pas d'erreurs... mais cette fois, je pense qu'elle m'a donné trop à gérer.
Bamidele00 · 45.5K Views

The Grand Duke's Soulmate

IMPORTANT NOTE: Please be known that this book wouldn't have made it this far without the support my dear writing buddy Rachel E. Canton who is a great writer of SINS OF THE SERAPHIM - https://www.webnovel.com/book/sins-of-the-seraphim_26438336605116805 and Derek J. Perna To Rachel & Derek, Thank you for everything! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When the last heir of Ardel lost everything, fate would bring her to her rightful protector. Anna Adhemar, the forgotten princess, found herself betrayed by the Regent. Hunted by the Bargesians and the ruthless slave traders, she desperately fled for her life. Rescued by a mysterious man, her newfound safety was short-lived as she succumbed to a potent aphrodisiac. Then, she awoke in the arms of the fearsome Knight Commander of Gerhard, stripped bare, in a foreign kingdom. Fear, confusion, and a sense of profound devastation enveloped her. But the man before her declared, "I am your husband. I married you last night." Then, with unwavering determination, he vowed, " You're my woman now. No one can hurt my woman." --- Kyren Raychard, the Crown Prince who had chosen to forsake the throne and become celibate, led the Knights of Gerhard to safeguard his kingdom’s border from slave trading activities. Outside his camp, he found Anna poisoned and delirious. The healer informed him of the only cure, of which he must race against time to give and honour her. For the first time, he felt an overwhelming instinct to protect and claim her as his own. Unaware of his deepening affection, he belatedly realised his feelings as he stood on the brink of losing her. Bound by a soul-binding spell, their fates intertwined…
Rana_Chim_Chim · 1.1M Views

The Grand Palace

In a palace where everyone is valued based on their position, Reginald is rather unlucky.He is the plague itself in his mother's family. conceived out of wedlock while his mother was still in her father's castle, there is a strife on both sides; his maternal side never accepting him for being an ornament of shame, and his paternal side never accepting him, tagging him an illegitimate child and never believing his paternity, carving him into a bastard. After suffering for too long his king father decides to crown his mother queen and he; crown prince hoping everyone will be convinced and quiet on the whole matter, but a crown is not enough to cover a scandal that huge. But once dejected by his own father-in-law to be accepted later for b, Reginald has learnt that the crown makes the prince, still...he is only human. The court will never allow a bastard lead them, so they connive with one of the most promising consort , and try to pull Reginald down using intimidation and several attempted murders. They plan another graceless assassination where he almost loses his life to a bullet , but he is rescued by the penine moorland inhabitants. This is where he meets an apothecary who changes his life forever. Meet Charlotte Brumble, a young and aspiring orphan apothecary living with her grandmother in the quiet poor Ramsbottom . Acquiring her knowledge from her late grandfather who once served in the castle as a professional medical official. bearing a rather unfriendly experience, from a young age, Charlotte has been molded into an unfeeling person, and has no time for vain worries except for money of course. She bears the plague of an unfortunate, possessed crazy girl, running mad as a result of too much knowledge for a girl her calibre. Charlotte meets Reginald unaware of his status, they bond as friends. Reginald knowing who is responsible for his assassination sets to find evidence and on doing that he returns to the castle and the culprits face justice. Because of this, the penine moorlands loses patriarch, and grand prince Mason Reginald's younger brother is sent to substitute for the vacant space until the perfect person for the post is found. Mason receives a bill requesting for a clinic in Rivington as the only clinic in Alston is too far. He makes that his first task, but before that, uses the patriarchal infirmary as a clinic in the mean time. And makes Charlotte the doctor. Reginald pays a visit, to see his brother and the clinic in construction. He is beyond pleased to see Charlotte. They get along as they used to and he tells her his predicaments. Mason notices the closeness between the two and digs into Charlotte's background for security reasons. He discovers she is the daughter of the royal medical official who was to conduct a paternity test on Reginald as he was born, but got kicked out immediately for an accusation big enough to end him. He confronts Charlotte, but she denies knowing anything about paternity tests. Reginald has his fears as well; 'what if he isn't a Gratel?'. Mason brings her into the castle by force. Charlotte is stubborn and would not carry out the test, she rather assists the royal doctor who is thrilled at her intelligence. Even Mason is amused and drawn in too, butterflies begin to flutter, but Charlotte is too uninterested. Mason accepts his fate. Charlotte becomes the bridge between Reginald and his wife who have experienced unrequited love on both sides. After staying in the castle for two months, and seeing Reginald's situation, she agrees to carry out the test. The tension in the Grand palace increases as the fate of every one depends on the result of the test. The test is carried out, what are the results?, how will it affect Charlotte?, or Reginald's life??. find out!!
UGLITHUG_89 · 1.9K Views

Cultivating Immortality :I Obtained The Villain's Ascension Code

In the world of cultivation, countless tales follow righteous protagonists, fated heroes blessed by destiny, or those chosen by heaven to walk the path of immortality. But what of those who stand in their way? What of the villains? The so-called obstacles to the hero’s journey—do they not bleed, dream, and struggle as well? Xiao Ning was never meant to succeed. From the very beginning, the Grand Dao wove him as a stepping stone—a necessary sacrifice to elevate another. His path, like that of all designated ‘villains,’ was doomed to failure by design. But what happens when that design is defied? After death, Xiao Ning awakens—not in the cycle of reincarnation, but in the cold silence beyond it. There, he is offered the Eternal Paradox Codex—a forbidden artifact containing the hidden truths of the Grand Dao System itself. Rules. Loopholes. Vulnerabilities. Knowledge not meant for those like him. With this power, Xiao Ning is granted a single, impossible choice: accept oblivion, or step outside the Grand Dao entirely—to abandon fate, sever karma, and cultivate a path unbound by heaven or law. It is Xiao Ning’s journey, from ashes to something beyond comprehension. Not to become an Immortal among men. But something even the heavens dare not bind. If fate is a chain… Then let him forge his own path in the void beyond. Welcome to this humble tale. The cultivation world is vast and unkind. Let us begin again—on our terms.
ChaosMajesty · 89K Views

The Guilded Curse

Chapter 0 – Ashes of a Daughter Place: The Ruined Palace Date: Late winter, Year 768 The palace burned. What once stood tall in white stone and gold banners now crumbled in smoke and ruin. Screams had long faded. Blood dried too fast in the winter wind. The flag of Eltharion lay trampled in the mud, and beneath it all, Vireya stood alone. Her armor was cracked. Her blade, gone. She had killed and bled and shielded—and still, they lost. And yet she stood. On shattered marble steps, her father—the king—watched the last member of his kingdom flicker in the girl before him. He had not fled. He had not begged. But he had not answered her warnings, either. “Do you see it now?” Vireya whispered. Her voice was hoarse from ash and war. “He used us. Everything I said… everything you ignored—” Silence. He didn’t argue. He never had to. He was the king. She was the weapon. She took one step closer. Blood leaked from the cut at her ribs. The world spun. “I’ve fought every battle for you. Spilled every drop they asked.” Her voice softened. “And I came back each time hoping—just hoping—you’d see me.” Still nothing. The wind picked up, bitter and sharp. Her fingers trembled as they reached for her chest plate. She couldn’t breathe. She wasn’t sure she wanted to anymore. “If I were born again,” she said, eyes dull, “would you ever… love me?” He met her gaze, just once. But no answer came. No apology. No denial. Only the quiet shame of a man who realized too late what he had broken. Vireya’s lips trembled with a hollow smile. “That’s what I thought.” Her sword slipped from her hand. “I hope I’m never your daughter again.” And then—her knees gave out. The world tilted. Darkness swelled around the corners of her vision. But just before the fall, she felt arms catch her. Solid, trembling. Too late. She closed her eyes. Place: The Garden of Eltharion Date: Early spring, Year 756 The air was too still. Leaves rustled overhead, casting dappled shadows across her face. The scent of pine and soft earth clung to her skin—but beneath it, the sharp sting of memory. Vireya’s eyes opened slowly. The sky above was too blue. The silence is too clean. No fire. No blood. Her throat ached—dry, parched, and burning like she’d swallowed smoke. She coughed weakly, and her hand flew to her side— But there was no wound. Only the phantom pain of where a blade had once pierced her. The memory of steel sang louder than the wind. She pushed herself upright, limbs trembling. Her body was smaller. Softer. Younger. “No...” The word caught in her throat. Her voice was barely a whisper. The last thing she remembered was dying—falling in her father’s arms after giving up the hope of being loved. And now… this? Footsteps. She flinched instinctively, body coiled for defense. But it was only a girl—barefoot, with soft steps and a plain brown dress. Her maid. Lune. Mute. Loyal. Eyes like dusk, always watching but never judging. Without a word, Lune knelt beside her and gently offered a glass of water. Vireya stared at it for a long moment. In her old life, Lune had been the only one who never asked anything of her. Never spoke behind her back. Never looked away from her. Her fingers shook as she took the cup. The water touched her lips. Cold. Real. “Thank you,” she rasped. Her voice cracked. “You're still here.” Lune only bowed her head, then reached out to brush a leaf from Vireya’s tangled hair. A quiet gesture. Familiar. And just like that, tears pricked behind Vireya’s eyes—but didn’t fall. She drank. Slowly. The water didn't ease the ache in her chest.
Arii_137 · 1.1K Views
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