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Leonardo Blaine, the true war hero of the Raina Logia Empire and the commander of the Armsilver 11th Squad, is dishonorably discharged for disobeying orders during the final battle that could have led the Empire to victory in the territorial war. People criticize and point fingers at him, and after being released on parole from prison, he disappears without a trace. Three years later, his name has been forgotten by the world. The Council has been persistently pursuing him, but he has proven difficult to capture. Frustrated by this, Hugo Agrizendro, the commander of the Council’s army, decides to personally apprehend him. “Since when have you been watching me?” Leonardo was calculative and astute, so it wouldn’t be surprising if he had been observing Hugo for some time now. However, Leonardo’s answer was something that even Hugo had not anticipated. “From the very beginning.” Fair Warning to anyone: This is a slow burn. Like a veeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrryyyyy slowwwwwww burrrrrrrnnnnnn. This is action based and romance develops at it's pace. This might end up as the slowest slow burn

Eve Thompson se réveilla dans le lit du célibataire le plus convoité de la Ville S, son bras entourant sa taille, mais elle n'avait en tête que les paroles de sa mère. « Assure-toi que personne ne découvre que tu es déguisée en ta sœur », lui avait-elle dit, en regardant la fausse tache de naissance dessinée au maquillage sur le visage de sa fille restante. « Tu dois faire en sorte que M. Charlie t'épouse, tout ce que nous possédons en dépend ! » dit-elle. C'était dommage, car l'homme à ses côtés ressemblait étrangement à l'homme qu'elle avait perdu tant d'années auparavant. La faveur d'Anthony Charlie auprès des femmes était notoirement difficile à obtenir, mais, dans un excès d'ivresse, il se glissa sous les draps avec la femme à ses côtés, séduit par le souvenir de quelqu'un qu'il avait perdu il y a longtemps et à qui cette femme ressemblait. Cependant, elle n'avait jamais eu de tache de naissance. Ça ne pouvait pas être elle. Leur rencontre était-elle fortuite ? Que révélerait leur passé caché !? Rejoignez Eve Thompson dans son palpitant périple de courtoisie et d'espionnage politique alors qu'elle endosse le rôle de la vie à présent abandonnée de sa sœur jumelle et tente de sauver sa famille en gagnant le cœur du mystérieux célibataire, Anthony Charlie!

This is not a love story. There is no romance between a mafia and his prisoner. There is only obsession. Hatred. And revenge. No tenderness. No sympathy. Just two broken creatures clawing at each other inside a cage of madness. In this world, love doesn’t survive. It gets devoured. ... Isolde Veyra, daughter of a once-prominent political family, is released from prison on parole. But her freedom is no gift it’s a trap. To atone for her past, she is forced by a mysterious detective named Lucien to infiltrate a dark entertainment house called Velvet Cage, the secret stronghold of his most wanted target: Severin, a ruthless mafia kingpin untouched by the law. Isolde’s mission seems simple—find proof of Severin’s crimes, then escape. But everything begins to crumble when Severin, a man driven by obsession and violence, sees her as the reflection of a woman from his past. The deeper Isolde sinks into his world, the more she realizes she’s not the first woman Lucien has sent—he’s sent many before her, and all of them have died at Severin’s hands without leaving a trace. To survive, Isolde has only one option is deceive the monster. But when lies turn into attachment, and the disguise becomes dependence, she must choose to be the next victim, or become the queen of Severin’s hell.

Une Mini série documentaire développant chaque saison un nouveau personnage, une nouvelle histoire, un nouveau contexte. Genre : Documentaire historique dramatique Public cible : Adolescents (à partir de 14 ans), adultes, enseignants, passionnés d’histoire et de mémoire. Personnage principal : Nom : Émile Morange Âge : 14 ans Ville : Caen, Normandie (une des villes les plus touchées par la guerre, notamment durant le Débarquement de 1944) Famille : Mère : Suzanne Morange (couturière à domicile) Père : Henri Morange (instituteur mobilisé puis porté disparu en 1940) Frère aîné : Jean Morange (20 ans, résistant, souvent absent) Petite sœur : Lison Morange (8 ans, fragile, asthmatique) Résumé du documentaire : La guerre vue d’un enfant – Une est un documentaire immersif raconté à travers les souvenirs, les carnets et les dessins d’un enfant de 14 ans, Émile Morange, habitant de Caen pendant la Seconde Guerre mondiale. Ce documentaire retrace l’impact quotidien de la guerre sur les enfants, la peur constante des bombardements, la faim, la perte de repères, et l’effondrement de l’enfance dans le bruit des bottes et des bombes. À travers des reconstitutions visuelles poignantes, des extraits animés de son journal intime, et des interviews . Extraits de narration (voix off – Émile adulte) : > "Les adultes criaient, couraient. Moi, je regardais les murs tomber. Ce jour-là, j'ai compris que la guerre n'était pas un film." > "Lison disait qu’on allait revoir papa. Elle dessinait sa main tenant la sienne. Je n’ai jamais osé lui dire qu’il ne reviendrait pas." > "Je notais tout, chaque son, chaque lumière. J’écrivais parce que j’avais peur d’oublier. Et oublier, c’était peut-être mourir." --- Style visuel : Animation des pages du journal d’Émile, entrecoupée de photos d’archives et de scènes reconstituées. Bande-son douce, mais poignante, à base de piano et violon. Esthétique sombre mais réaliste : tons désaturés, brume, pluie, poussière. Objectifs pédagogiques et émotionnels : Montrer les conséquences humaines de la guerre au-delà des chiffres. Donner la parole aux enfants, souvent oubliés dans les récits de guerre. Créer une identification chez les jeunes spectateurs d’aujourd’hui. la chaîne youtube : www.youtube.com/@ezema_creation. crée par EZEMA Stevy Valentin. le site web est bientôt disponible ... vous pouvez retrouvé toute les œuvres Ezema série originale et plein d'autres écrivains sur un seul endroit.

Cynthia Fola is a woman who seems to have it all. A celebrated author. A loving wife. A devoted mother. Her books have touched hearts across the world, yet the story she’s never told is the one still bleeding inside her. Six years ago, in the silence of her apartment, she miscarried a child she never told anyone about. Not her friends. Not her therapist. Not even Damson, the man whose name she whispered through the pain. He left her soon after, never knowing what she lost. She never asked why. She just survived. Now living in quiet elegance with her husband Levi and their son Adam, Cynthia has carefully rebuilt a life that looks whole. But when a professional event in Dubai brings Damson back into view — older, bolder, and standing on the very stage she’s meant to own — the walls she’s held up begin to crack. Memories return with force. Her body remembers the ache. Her heart remembers the silence. And in the glow of chandeliers and applause, she is forced to confront the love that left her, the pain that shaped her, and the truth she buried beneath success. Cry Me a River is a lyrical, unflinching portrait of grief, motherhood, marriage, and memory. It is the story of a woman who gave everything to protect someone’s dream, only to nearly die in the process — and what happens when that dream returns, asking for her voice again.

Dans un monde où la magie est l’apanage des nobles et des académies, une servante sorcière risque l’exil ou pire. Pénélope, surnommée "Lady" par les autres serviteurs pour son élégance naturelle, jongle entre son devoir d’humilité et son désir de comprendre ses dons. Pourquoi maîtrise-t-elle cette magie mathématique, apprise seule dans l’ombre ? D’où vient cette étrange intuition qui fait chanter les nombres dans sa tête ? Chaque jour, elle résout des problèmes impossibles – un chandelier qui refuse de s’allumer, un banquet à organiser en une nuit – tout en veillant à ne pas trahir son secret.

"She was never meant to be seen. He was never meant to exist." In the quiet town of Gloria, Aidan lives in hiding—his blood potent, his identity dangerous. Bound by a secret past and the weight of a curse, he crafts potions for survival and watches over his younger twin, Adeena. When an invitation arrives for a royal ball in the capital, Aidan makes a choice that will haunt him: he lets her go. Dressed in borrowed silk and escorted by a paid chaperone, Adeena enters a world of chandeliers, masks, and veiled intentions. Aidan stays behind... at first. But when his uncle warns him of a shadow moving within the palace—one that knows what he is—Aidan infiltrates the event, unseen, cloaked in secrecy. The ball ends in fire. The girl vanishes. Aidan’s blood can heal—but not rewind time.Adeena smiled as the violins swelled. Draped in sapphire blue, her hair pinned with borrowed pearls, she looked older than her years—almost noble. No one in that ballroom knew she’d come from a forgotten village. No one knew her chaperone was paid. No one suspected the boy who sent her here was watching from above. Aidan stood among the shadows of the chandelier beams, breath held tight, gaze fixed only on her. He was never meant to be seen—not here, where his father’s face might be recognized in his own. Eldric gave the signal. Everything’s fine. But it wasn’t. A woman in red silk approached Adeena. She smiled too much. She moved too slowly. And when she touched Adeena’s hand—just a brush—Aidan flinched. That’s not Dahlia, he thought. And it’s not Mary. The chandeliers exploded. The glass rained like cursed snow. By the time Aidan reached the ballroom floor, Adeena was gone. Turning is a gothic fantasy of stolen identities, cursed bloodlines, and a brother’s descent into a world that was never meant to remember him. For readers of Heaven Official’s Blessing, Who Made Me a Princess, and The Abandoned Empress.

Chapter 1: The Awakening on the Imperial Throne A bone-deep chill permeated every fiber of my being. This wasn't the cold of an office air conditioner; it was the chilling touch of solid metal and ancient stone. I... Vireak... slowly opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was not the familiar ceiling of my bedroom or the cluttered desk piled high with documents. It was the vaulted ceiling of a vast, imposing hall, supported by colossal black stone pillars carved into the forms of terrifying, monstrous creatures. A faint, azure light emanated from crystal chandeliers hanging above, casting eerie and foreboding shadows. "Where... is this place?" I tried to speak, but the voice that emerged was not my own. It was a deep, resonant baritone, filled with an authority that made the very air in the hall vibrate. I felt myself in a seated position. I slowly lowered my head, and what I saw almost made my heart stop.

Akashi was a boy so beautiful it seemed the gods had sculpted him with a touch of mischief and a dash of fragility. He wasn’t handsome in the rugged, masculine way of knights or warriors. No—his beauty was softer, captivating in its innocence. His frame was small, almost delicate, and his pale skin looked as if it had never known hardship, kissed only by the gentle sunlight of his village fields. With wide, striking black eyes that shimmered like obsidian under moonlight, and hair the color of a calm, endless ocean, Akashi possessed a charm that defied age, status, or reason. He didn’t know it, but his very existence pulled at the hearts of those who saw him—like an untouched gem waiting to be claimed. And yet, he had been untouched for a reason. Akashi had never known life beyond the boundaries of his village. He grew up surrounded by warm smiles and familiar voices. Every elder knew his name. Every child wanted to play by his side. His days were simple, his heart untouched by cruelty. But peace is a fragile thing. One night, it shattered. The sky turned crimson. Screams tore through the quiet air. Fires devoured homes. Demons—twisted beasts of shadow and rage—descended without warning. They killed with a hunger that could not be reasoned with. By morning, the village was gone. Ashes, corpses, and silence were all that remained. And Akashi… Akashi was alone. The last heartbeat in a graveyard of memories. He wandered for days, hollow and dazed, until rough hands seized him. Chains replaced freedom. Smiles were replaced by cold appraisals. And so, the boy once adored by all became something else—something to be sold. A slave. At the capital's grand auction house, he was stripped, washed, and displayed like merchandise. His beauty caused a stir. Whispers spread like wildfire. "Look at those eyes..." "That hair... Is it dyed? No, it’s real..." "So delicate... Is he even human?" To them, he was no longer a boy with a heart, but a prize to possess. A fantasy in fragile form. He stood on the stage, trembling slightly, barely able to process what was happening. The voices of the crowd blurred together—hungry, leering, filled with desire and greed. The auctioneer’s booming voice called out the bids as if Akashi were nothing more than a fine vase or a rare jewel. The numbers climbed quickly. Too quickly. Akashi’s knees weakened beneath the weight of invisible eyes drinking him in. He stared at the marble floor, trying not to cry. Then, suddenly, the room fell silent. A voice—deep, commanding, and heartbreakingly beautiful—cut through the air like silk over steel. “Fifteen thousand gold.” Time seemed to pause. Every head turned. At the back of the room, standing beneath the golden chandelier, was a woman unlike any other. She wore a flowing red gown that hugged her form like it was crafted by the gods themselves. Her long, golden hair shimmered like strands of sunlight, cascading over her shoulders with effortless grace. Her eyes, cold and blue as a glacier’s heart, stared ahead with quiet power. Even the nobles drew back. This was no ordinary bidder. It was one of the Princesses of the Three Great Kingdoms. Whispers erupted anew—but no one dared challenge her offer. Who would? She stood like royalty incarnate, a goddess who walked among mortals, and she had just claimed Akashi as her own. The boy raised his head slowly, unsure of whether to feel fear or relief. His eyes met hers—just for a second—and something in his chest shifted. She didn’t smile. She didn’t leer. Her gaze was unreadable. But it was powerful. Absolute. And it made his knees weak for an entirely new reason. He didn’t know her name. Not yet. But she had bought him. And somewhere deep inside, something told him—his life was never going to be the same.

Gu Nianyang was the best doctor of the 21st century, but while she was receiving an award onstage at a medical forum, the crystal chandelier overhead snapped, crushing her to death. When she opened her eyes, she found that she had transmigrated to a town in the 90s, into the body of a girl with the same name. The body’s original owner had led a tragic life, with her parents always favoring her sister and giving her the best of everything. Ever since she was old enough to understand, she had been a slave to the family, attending to the housework endlessly and only ever getting her sister's hand-me-downs. Having not eaten well, she was malnourished, scrawny like a pole, and looked like she was 13 although she was 17. Still, the other Gu Nianyang was weak and helpless, so she could not protest even when bullied. Her family was literally sucking her dry by using their kinship as an excuse, which inevitably led to her demise. That was where her memories stopped. As the Gu Nianyang from the 21st century looked down at her new body that could be picked up and sent flying by a breeze, all she could think about was how tragic the other Gu Nianyang’s life was! However, the heavens had given her a second chance at life. Hence, the weak and helpless Gu Nianyang was gone, and the new Gu Nianyang started to seek revenge against everyone who used to hurt the old Gu Nianyang!

In the heart of a city that never quite sleeps, Estella moves quietly through life—an orphan with a dreamer's heart and calloused hands. Working as a wedding decorator, she paints others' fairytales with roses and ribbons, even though her own life is stitched together with simplicity and solitude. One day, a peculiar yet lavish contract arrives. The groom, a man of mystery named Cedric, offers a fortune for her services—enough to change everything. Blinded by hope and unaware of the storm that lies ahead, Estella accepts. As chandeliers glisten and violins hum on the day of the grand wedding, fate rewrites its script. The bride—Stella—disappears. In the chaos, Cedric makes a chillingly calm decision. With a cold yet pleading gaze, he drapes the bridal veil over Estella. The ceremony proceeds. Under the gaze of a stunned crowd and ancient vows, Estella is wedded—forcedly—to a man cloaked not just in a tuxedo, but in the shadows of the underworld. Cedric, a mafia king with blood on his hands and softness in his eyes, doesn’t hide his affection. He claims he has loved Estella long before destiny brought her to him. She resists. She mourns her stolen choice. Yet, over time, something unspoken grows between them—not love, not yet—but pity, warmth, confusion... something fragile. Then, one stormy evening, the real bride returns. And the world stops. Stella and Estella—two women, one face. Mirror images. Doppelgängers born of different worlds. And in that moment, questions bloom like night flowers. Who is the imposter? Who was truly meant for Cedric? And is love bound by bloodlines, or by the choices we never intended to make? As secrets unravel and destinies collide, Estella must decide if a forced beginning can ever become a chosen forever.

She remembers her name. Nothing else. But someone remembers everything — and they’re not telling the truth. Evelyn wakes up in a sprawling mansion, surrounded by wealth, beauty... and secrets. A man by her side claims to be her husband — loving, devoted, and eager to help her recover from the "accident" that stole her memories. But the walls whisper. Her reflection feels unfamiliar. And every smile she’s given feels just a little too forced. With no memories of her past, Evelyn must play the role of the perfect wife — while secretly unraveling the truth behind who she was, what really happened to her, and why a part of her soul screams that she’s in danger. Because sometimes, the most beautiful prisons don’t have bars... They have crystal chandeliers.

# COURSE APRÈS L'ÉPOUSE Su Wan avait aimé Jing Chen pendant dix ans, et elle avait été mariée à lui pendant deux ans. Jing Chen avait toujours été le mari, que ce soit en privé ou en public. Il se souvenait de leur anniversaire et préparait des cadeaux pour elle à chaque occasion spéciale. Elle était la prunelle de ses yeux, et il la traitait comme un trésor précieux. Il aimait son corps au point qu'on pourrait dire qu'il en était obsédé. Cependant, seule Su Wan savait que Jing Chen jouait le rôle du mari parfait parce qu'il était un homme de parole. Elle n'oublierait jamais ce qu'il lui avait dit lorsqu'ils se sont mariés, "Je peux t'épouser, mais j'ai déjà quelqu'un que j'aime. Notre mariage durera trois ans. Trois ans plus tard, c'est toi qui proposeras le divorce à Grand-père." Donc, pour leur deuxième anniversaire, lorsque Jing Chen sortit les papiers du divorce et les mit devant elle, Su Wan ne fut pas surprise. Elle cacha secrètement son test de grossesse. "Bien que ce ne soit pas encore trois ans comme promis, Bai Lian est de retour. Je peux me rattraper auprès de toi," dit Jing Chen. Su Wan acquiesça calmement, "D'accord." "Tu seras celle qui demandera le divorce à Grand-père. Dis-lui que tu as déjà quelqu'un que tu aimes. Même si Grand-père ne veut pas être d'accord, il ne te rejettera pas," dit Jing Chen. Su Wan hocha la tête, "Compris, mais... est-il nécessaire de divorcer ? Et si je disais que nous avons un bébé ?" Jing Chen répondit, "Su Wan, il n'y a pas de si dans mon monde. J'ai toujours pris des mesures contraceptives. Même s'il y a vraiment un accident, je m'assurerai qu'il disparaisse. Je ne laisserai pas ce risque derrière moi." Le jour de son mariage, le bébé de Su Wan est né prématurément. Su Wan a été impliquée dans un accident de voiture, et la scène était remplie de sang. Allongée dans une mare de sang, Su Wan tenait son ventre fermement, désespérée de le protéger. Plus tard, il y eu des rumeurs disant que Jing Chen avait abandonné sa mariée ce jour-là. Il tenait le corps froid de son ex-femme pendant une semaine entière, ne permettant pas qu'il soit enterré. Jing Chen avait perdu la raison. Jusqu'au jour où, un jour, Su Wan passa à côté de lui avec deux adorables bébés...

The monsoon season of Nanyang carried a humid sensuality as Liao Qiao pushed open the hotel’s carved wooden doors, only to overhear Shang Lu’s mocking sneer: “Are you following me? Still not over me?” A sharp reprimand cut through the drama. “Show some respect to your sister-in-law!” The shadow of a black shirt swept over Liao Qiao’s shoulder. Shang Yu exhaled a plume of smoke, his gaze dropping to the crumpled figure on the floor. “Take him to the Dark Hall,” he ordered, his voice like glacial steel. Liao Qiao studied the man’s chiseled profile. This was Shang Yu, the ruthless tycoon of Nanyang. He stood at the rain-soaked veranda, cigarette smoke curling around him, the faint scent of snow pine lingering in the air—a blade sheathed in elegance. Their next meeting unfolded in the underground lounge of a nightclub. Liao Qiao sipped a Mojito, watching Shang Yu stub out his cigar with a snap. “Mr. Yan requests your presence.” Before the bodyguard could finish, she sauntered into the private room. Under crystal chandeliers, Shang Lu retched into a toilet bowl while Shang Yu tapped his fingers on the marble table. “Explain the annulment yourself.” Before the words echoed, Liao Qiao leaned against the doorframe, spinning a car key between her fingers. “I heard Mr. Shang owns a Maybach. Care to lend it for a spin?” On the manicured lawns of Nan Yang Manor, Shang Yu knelt to tend to a cut on her ankle. Liao Qiao traced the mole near his eye, laughter bubbling. “So anxious, Mr. Shang? Could it be…” His hands yanked her into an embrace, his palm pressing against her wounded back. “If it hurts, bite me.” The night Shang Lu’s yacht exploded, Liao Qiao stood by the manor’s floor-to-ceiling windows, watching Shang Yu’s silhouette rigid against the lightning-flashed horizon. Thunder cracked. For the first time, she understood why her father called her “Nanyang’s curse”—she had a knack for shattering and reshaping the trajectories of those around her without rhyme or reason. When Shang Yu returned from Palma, he pressed a platinum card into her palm. “Want to see where you were born?” Liao Qiao traced the intricate engravings, finally deciphering the truth in her father’s indulgent eyes—she was never just a heiress. She was the wildfire he’d always kept burning in his palm.

Welcome to Valeblood Manor, Miss Dorne. You may scream now.” Elara Dorne is a jaded ghostwriter with a dead career, a dry wit, and exactly zero interest in love—or ghosts. Then a letter arrives. It bleeds. It whispers. It claims she’s inherited an ancient manor from a relative she’s never heard of. She laughs. She stops laughing when she wakes up inside the house… before she’s even packed a bag. Valeblood Manor is alive. The chandeliers bleed. The walls whisper. A sorrowful ghost insists Elara is his reincarnated bride. A wine-drinking witch cat quotes Latin. And someone—or something—is hunting her from the shadows. Trapped in a cursed mansion with a brooding undead stranger, a charming ex-priest, and a family history soaked in blood, Elara must unravel the mystery of her forgotten past and survive the legacy she never asked for. But the manor has chosen her. And it never lets go of what it claims. Darkly romantic, wickedly funny, and soaked in gothic suspense—The Mourning House of Valeblood is a paranormal tale of tragic love, twisted humor, and secrets that refuse to stay buried.

The Sterling family is admired worldwide, built on power, wealth, and respect—except for Jonathan Sterling’s three teenage heirs, who are nothing but spoiled disasters. When Zephyr (17), Solene (16), and Caspian (15) turn a luxury boutique into a war zone—complete with shattered chandeliers, ruined couture, and an escaped parrot—Jonathan has had enough. He strips them of their wealth and exiles them to the slums, forcing them into real jobs for the first time ever. Between catastrophic failures, hysterical struggles, and painful lessons, the Sterling heirs finally start changing. But just as they begin to grow, they uncover a dangerous plot—someone is trying to destroy their father’s empire. And now, for the first time in their lives, they’ll have to fight for something real. If they don’t ruin it even further first.

When Liam Carter, a down on his luck gambler, dies in a ridiculous accident (slipping on a casino chip and hitting his head), he wakes up in the body of Leonard Duskbane the infamous, scheming noble villain from the fantasy novel “The Hero’s Rise.” Problem? Leonard is supposed to lose. Badly. In the original story, the hero, Kael Ardentblade, exposes Leonard’s crimes in a grand trial, leading to his execution. And guess what? Liam arrives *right* at that moment. Just as Kael points at him and declares, "This man is guilty!" DING! [The Luck of the Scoundrel System has activated!] [Your Luck stat is now MAXED OUT.] Suddenly, the courtroom’s chandelier mysteriously snaps, crashing onto Kael instead. Leonard blinks. "Huh. That’s convenient." Now, armed with absurd, reality-bending luck, Liam now Leonard decides to embrace his new role as the most infuriatingly *fortunate* villain in history. Assassins? They trip on their own daggers. Magic spells? They fizzle out at the last second. Heroic speeches? A sudden bird poop ruins the moment. But as his luck keeps tipping the scales, the world itself starts fighting back. The Hero’s Party grows suspicious. The Goddess of Fate sends agents to "correct" the story. And worst of all Leonard might just be *too* lucky for his own good.

Lewin, a teenager with a passion for puzzles, finds himself drawn into an unexpected adventure when he follows a mysterious black cat into an abandoned-looking mansion. Contrary to its dilapidated exterior, the interior is in pristine condition, filled with luxurious furniture and gleaming chandeliers. But the biggest surprise comes when a deep, resonating voice addresses him, calling him a candidate for the Mansion Master. With a mix of fear and excitement, Lewin embarks on a journey he never could have imagined, leaving behind the comfort of his usual routine in pursuit of the secrets hidden within the mansion.

She’s been his silent guardian for years… until a runaway bride forces her into the spotlight. When Victoria Monroe vanishes on the morning of her lavish New York wedding, billionaire CEO Adrian Sinclair is left humiliated and alone. In a desperate bid to salvage his reputation, he turns to Emily Carter — his loyal assistant with a heart of gold — to become his stand-in bride. Thrown into a world of champagne toasts, red-carpet galas, and whispered judgments, Emily must play the part perfectly. Yet behind the designer gowns and glittering chandeliers, something unexpected stirs in Adrian’s icy heart. As the city buzzes with rumors, Emily finds courage she never knew she had. And just when she dares to believe in a future beyond obligation, Victoria returns, clutching a five-year-old boy she claims is Adrian’s son. With loyalties tested, alliances shattered, and love hanging by a thread, Emily must fight for the family she’s risked everything to protect. Will Adrian choose the woman who stood by him when the world turned away? Or will the ghosts of the past steal their chance at happily ever after? Dive into The Billionaire’s Unexpected Love—where every whispered secret could ignite a scandal, and true love is the greatest gamble of all.

Greenhill’s sunset paints the sky as John sips lemonade outside the tavern, lost in memories of Mike, a cheerful boy who vanished after a grand palace party. Sharing the tale with Jake, a young adventurer craving excitement, John sparks Jake’s curiosity about the mysterious palace on the hill. Eager to explore, Jake sneaks into the dazzling palace alone, marvelling at its chandeliers and winding stairs. But his adventure takes a thrilling turn when he spots a shadowy figure slipping through a window, searching the rooms with a secret plan. Hiding and following, Jake’s heart races as the figure’s identity promises a shocking surprise. Bursting with wonder and sneaky thrills, this opening chapter pulls young readers into Greenhill’s enchanting mysteries!

Dans un monde contemporain, Soren, un jeune peintre talentueux mais encore inconnu, voit sa vie basculer à 19 ans lorsqu'un terrible accident de voiture le prive de la vue... et de son grand amour, Azura sa femme. Dévasté, replié sur lui-même, Soren retourne vivre chez ses parents, s'enfermant dans le silence et la douleur. Mais alors qu'il sombre peu à peu dans l'oubli de lui-même, une mystérieuse présence commence à se manifester autour de lui : un Séraphin lumineux, invisible aux yeux des autres, guide désormais sa main sur la toile. À travers cette relation étrange et intime, Soren retrouve l'inspiration... et la parole. Peu à peu, il comprend que ce Séraphin n'est pas un simple esprit : c'est Azura elle-même, revenue sous cette forme céleste pour l'aider à guérir et à redonner vie à son art. À mesure que leur lien se renforce, Soren devra faire face à un choix impossible : garder Azura à ses côtés, en défiant les lois du ciel, ou accepter de la laisser partir pour mieux renaître à sa propre vie..

Hidden beneath the marble halls and shimmering chandeliers of one of the world’s wealthiest families lies a secret so dark, it was never meant to see the light. At only twelve years old, a nameless boy lives imprisoned in the depths of a luxurious estate—a child genius whose uncanny ability to predict financial markets transformed a once-poor family into a global empire. Fed only bread, water, and stacks of financial documents, the boy knows nothing of the outside world, only numbers, fear, and silence. To the world, the family is respectable. To him, they are captors. Enter Cain—an elite undercover agent known for her flawless track record and unshakable resolve. On her final mission before retirement, she infiltrates the family posing as a maid, tasked with exposing a rumored financial crime. But what she discovers is far worse than she imagined. As Cain unravels the twisted truth and forms a fragile bond with the forgotten prodigy, she must make a choice: complete her mission, or save a boy whose mind is both miracle and curse. A slow-burn psychological thriller laced with dark drama and moral ambiguity, The Basement Oracle explores the cost of exploitation, the shadow of genius, and what it means to be truly free.

``` Dans un monde désolé où les humains sont au bord de l'extinction, conquérant d'innombrables donjons, luttant contre des bêtes féroces, qu'advient-il de quelqu'un d'aveugle et sans pouvoir ? Le destin glorieux de Nial lui fut ôté lorsqu'il n'avait que trois ans, le laissant aveugle et sans la moindre trace de mana. 15 ans plus tard, il endurait toujours l'humiliation d'une société corrompue qui favorisait les puissants. La société faillit lui voler son innocence et sa luminosité, le forçant à mûrir, lui donnant une volonté inflexible. Cependant, tout changea au moment où il éveilla son Origine. Il dévora des Malédictions Anciennes et massacra des Dieux et des Diables! Des Anges ? Il les fera mettre à genoux ! Des Diables et autres ? Tous seront dans son étreinte ** Bien que je sois aveugle, je vois plus que quiconque ! Je dévore les Malédictions et prends le contrôle des ténèbres. Retenez bien mes paroles… [Ce sera vous tous qui devrez vous agenouiller devant moi !] Venez m'affronter, Dragons, Anges, Diables et Dieux… si vous l'osez ! Sinon, ma montée sera votre perte ! Suivez l'odyssée d'un jeune ordinaire et aveugle vers la divinité alors que son destin, autrefois retiré, lui sera rendu. Témoignez de sa douleur et de son évolution vers une existence crainte même par les Dieux Anciens et les Démons des temps primordiaux ! ** [N/A : Le comportement du MC au début du roman sera différent de ce que suggère le Synopsis. Veuillez prendre note de cela en lisant :D] ```

### Enhanced Title: **"Beats of Redemption: Arell Rose’s Rise Through the RAPPER System"** ### Enhanced Summary: Arell Rose, a 17-year-old from the gritty streets of Southside Chicago, is no stranger to trouble. With a rap sheet longer than his high school transcript—petty theft, truancy, and a temper that’s landed him in more fistfights than he can count—he’s teetering on the edge of a life that promises either prison or an early grave. His single mother, a weary nurse working double shifts, has all but given up on him, and his peers see him as little more than a burnout with a sharp tongue and a chip on his shoulder. But beneath the bravado, Arell harbors a raw, untapped talent for words—lyrics that spill out in late-night freestyles under flickering streetlights, unheard by anyone but the stray dogs and the wind. One rainy night, after a botched attempt to jack a corner store for cash lands him battered and bleeding in an alley, Arell’s life takes an inexplicable turn. A strange, pulsating glow emanates from his cracked phone screen, and a voice—smooth, commanding, and oddly digital—introduces itself as the **RAPPER System**. It’s no app, no glitch; it’s a mysterious entity embedded in his reality, offering him a deal he can’t refuse: a shot at redemption, fame, and power, but only if he can conquer its trials and rise to become the greatest rapper alive. The system isn’t some fairy godmother—it’s a relentless taskmaster. It floods Arell’s mind with abilities he never dreamed of: razor-sharp lyric generation, perfect pitch recall, a photographic memory for beats, and even the power to sway crowds with his voice alone. But every gift comes with a catch. The system throws challenges at him like a gauntlet—freestyle battles against ruthless street MCs, cryptic riddles that unlock new skills, and grueling physical trials to sharpen his stage presence. Fail, and the system’s punishments are brutal: migraines that feel like his skull’s splitting, temporary muteness, or the erasure of a hard-earned ability. Arell’s journey is no straight shot to stardom. He’s got to dodge the ghosts of his past—rival gang members who’d rather see him dead than spitting bars, a parole officer who smells trouble, and a childhood friend turned drug dealer who tempts him back to the easy money. The system’s goals force him into the underground rap scene, where he clashes with seasoned vets who mock his youth and wildcards who’ll do anything to take him down. Along the way, he picks up an eclectic crew: a reclusive beatmaker with a dark secret, a fiercely loyal hype girl with dreams of her own, and a shady mentor who knows more about the system than he lets on. As Arell claws his way up, the stakes skyrocket. The system reveals its endgame: a nationwide rap tournament broadcast to millions, where the winner isn’t just crowned the best—they’re granted a mysterious “ultimate reward” that could rewrite Arell’s entire existence. But the closer he gets, the more he questions the system’s origins. Is it alien tech? A government experiment? Or something tied to the father he never knew, a shadowy figure his mom refuses to talk about? And what happens if he wins—or if he loses everything trying? **"Beats of Redemption: Arell Rose’s Rise Through the RAPPER System"** is a pulse-pounding urban odyssey of grit, rhythm, and self-discovery. Can Arell transform his pain into platinum tracks, outrap his demons, and seize a legacy that echoes beyond the block? Or will the system’s demands—and his own flaws—break him before he ever holds the mic as a legend?

‎Content Warning: This novel contains heavy, explicit sexual scenes and mature themes. Please consider this before reading.Synopsis: Game of Thrones WithinIn a world ruled by wealth and power, two dynasties the Veyrons and the Arcturuses stand on the brink of a historic union. Elara Veyron, the golden daughter, is set to marry Damian Arcturus, heir to the richest man in the country, promising to merge their empires into an unbreakable legacy. But beneath the glittering chandeliers and champagne toasts, a dangerous game unfolds.Lilith Veyron, Elara’s ambitious and obsessive sister, will stop at nothing to claim the throne for herself. Armed with a deadly secret a murder buried in the Arcturus family’s past she weaves a web of seduction, blackmail, and betrayal. When forbidden desires ignite between Lilith and Damian, the line between love and war blurs, threatening to consume them all. As Elara’s fairy-tale romance crumbles, dark truths and hidden agendas surface, pulling both families toward ruin.Passion burns hot, secrets cut deep, and every choice could be fatal. In this ruthless game of thrones, who will rise and who will fall?Join the twisted saga of lust, power, and vengeance where no one is innocent, and every move could be the last.

Standing under the big chandelier, both of them stared at each other. The calmness of the church couldn’t conceal the cold atmosphere. The priests’ words ringed in her ears. She batted her eyelids of boredom as a small sigh escaped her lips. ‘For all the efforts I made to have you in my life, you called me a Villainess. But you never realized, all I ever wanted was a happy ending for you. I gave up. When I look back, I realized I never fought for you, and I never tried to be the happy ending for you. Now that I know, I will have you no matter what it takes.’ She thought to herself as she stared at his dark orbs. Her heart tingled with mixed feelings. She raised herself and pressed a kiss against his lips. His usually stoic expression was rather a sad one. His dimmed eyes fluttered with weird emotion. *** She was serious when she kissed the man she loved goodbye and that marked the start of a new journey for her. She was sure that this time, It was all going to end on a happy note for her. No drama, no hate. It was meant to be simple and sweet romance but expectations could only disappoint her. Instead of a new sweet romance she was brought back to the square one with her first love. Was she sure she had moved on? YES. *** Sang Qian sighed. “Ugh!” She let out an annoyed grunt. Before he could step away. She held the collar of his shirt and pulled his torso closer. Wang Zhao was careful of her moves. Her eyes had a cold glint in them. She leaned in, her acting bossy was something that made his heart skip a beat. She was so close to him that he was ready to kiss her. She brushed her lips against his. Their lips touched. He leaned forward to press them together but she leaned backwards. He paused and looked up. He saw her smirk. “You’re not the only one who can play with me..” she sighed. Wang Zhao held a sudden urge to take her down. He gulped the lump in his throat. ************ [NO CLICHES & NO LONG BORING CHAPTERS GUARANTEED] Rewritten completely by me in 2025 march! with a new name- check my profile! I started in 2020 so, makes sense if the story isn't as thrilling. I have tried not to take away the original Idea. Good luck and have a great read. Your author- Prabhleen/Theunknownsoul Add it to your library!! Read my other book - Totally opposites? (Volume 1- free, with 134 chapters) completed.

"May I have a dance with you?” Startled, she turned to find a tall, handsome stranger standing before her. His sharp jawline was slightly visible beneath his black domino mask he wore, which added to his allure and the depth in his eyes, which sparkled with amusement and intrigue. With a gallant bow, he offered his hand. Her heart fluttered as the flickering chandelier reflecting off the polished surface of the ballroom. She hesitated for a moment then placed her gloved hand in his, feeling the warmth radiating from his grasp, as he led her onto the dance floor. “Who might you be?” she asked, a playful smile curling her lips. ****** Mirabelle Worthington, a young woman stifled by societal expectations, finds herself entangled in a whirlwind of intrigue when she encounters a mysterious stranger at a lavish masquerade ball. Their passionate encounter ignites a forbidden desire within her, a spark that threatens to consume her as she prepares for an arranged marriage to the esteemed Maximilian Powell. Meanwhile, Maximilian, haunted by the memory of a captivating woman he met at the same ball, finds himself drawn into a dangerous game of deception. He becomes embroiled in a family conspiracy, facing threats to his family's fortune and the pressure of a loveless marriage. As he investigates a series of sabotage attempts, he uncovers a web of secrets that extends far beyond the confines of his own family. The plot weaves together the stories of several intriguing characters: Lady Sophia, a cunning socialite driven by a thirst for revenge; Dylan, a cunning inquiry officer pursuing a mysterious woman; and Julian, Maximilian's brother, who becomes entangled in a dangerous kidnapping scheme. As secrets are revealed and alliances shift, Mirabelle discovers a hidden pregnancy, a secret that threatens to shatter her carefully constructed life. Torn between duty, desire, and the weight of her own secrets, she must navigate the treacherous waters of high society while searching for her own truth.

In the year 2050, a new penal system has been implemented due to the rise of violence and crimes. The Tower of Sins is a monumental prison complex with seven heavily fortified floors. Each floor, themed after one of the seven deadly sins, presents grueling psychological, physical, and moral challenges tailored to the sins it represents. The prisoners must climb the tower to the top floor to have a parole and achieve freedom. Kyle de Guzman, a young man who took justice into his own hands after the brutal assault of his only sister, is convicted of murder and sentenced to the Tower of Sins. Adding to his torment, Kyle must climb the tower - to stay alive and see his sister again.

« Scandale, exil, de l'arrogance à la rédemption, d'un contrat à l'amour véritable, trahison et sacrifice ultime... Le destin d'Églantine, la rose d'Aragon, scellé par les paroles de la Sainte Amelia, se réalisera-t-il ? » Enft j'avais la flemme d'écrire cette Synopsis

Aelia avait été désignée pour être la compagne de Jason, l'alpha dominant, une union imposée par les anciens de leur meute. Depuis ce jour, elle s'était vue condamnée à une relation qui oscillait entre indifférence et mépris. Jason la considérait comme faible, une ombre dans son monde impitoyable où seul le pouvoir comptait. Ce qu'il ignorait, c'était que la vraie puissance d'Aelia était encore tapie, attendant le moment opportun pour se révéler. Pourtant, malgré le mépris qu'il affichait ostensiblement, Jason était obsédé par elle. Chaque mouvement, chaque parole d'Aelia semblait déclencher en lui une possessivité féroce. Une obsession qu'il refusait d'admettre, la confondant souvent avec son besoin de contrôle. Mais plus Aelia s'efforçait de rester invisible, plus la rage de Jason grandissait, alimentée par des sentiments qu'il ne parvenait à définir. Les choses prirent un tournant irréversible le jour où Bastien, un autre alpha, fit son entrée lors d'un événement officiel. Puissant et charismatique, il était tout ce que Jason n'était pas : bienveillant, respecté pour sa sagesse autant que pour sa force brute. Lorsque les yeux de Bastien se posèrent sur Aelia, une étincelle s'alluma. Pour la première fois, quelqu'un la voyait autrement que comme un simple pion. Le sourire qu'il lui offrit n'échappa pas à Jason, qui sentit une colère glaciale monter en lui. Ce n'était pas seulement de la jalousie - c'était une guerre qui venait de commencer. Une lutte de pouvoir, où les désirs se mêlaient à la domination, et où Aelia, malgré elle, devenait le centre d'une séduction enflammée entre deux alphas prêts à tout pour la posséder.