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La Mariée du Démon

*Roman historique fantastique à déroulement lent* Elise s'apprêtait à enfiler la robe qui était posée sur le coin de son lit lorsqu'elle entendit frapper à sa porte. Curieuse, elle tourna la poignée et se retrouva face à un grand homme qui la dominait. « Maître Ian ! » s'exclama-t-elle. Ian sourit avec le sourire espiègle habituel qu'il affichait toujours. Ses yeux cramoisis balayèrent brièvement sa chambre et s'arrêtèrent sur la robe noire posée sur son lit, puis se déplacèrent sur la femme qui se tenait devant lui. Il fit un pas en avant et demanda. « Où as-tu trouvé cette robe ? » « Monsieur Harland me l'a offerte », répondit Elise en tendant le cou pour voir les sourcils de Ian se froncer avec élégance. « Sais-tu pourquoi un homme aime offrir une robe à une femme ? » Il lui posa l'énigme à laquelle elle devait toujours réfléchir à deux fois avant de répondre. Mais cette fois, elle ne trouva pas de réponse et se contenta de secouer la tête. « Je ne sais pas. » Son sourire devint ensorcelant, comme si quelque chose s'était remué au plus profond des yeux écarlates qu'il avait. Il glissa lentement sa main sur le col de sa robe, envoyant un frisson glacial qui la surprit un instant à cause de sa température glacée. Après avoir défait les deux premiers boutons de son col, il inclina la tête vers le bas, murmurant à son oreille. « Parce qu'ils veulent être celui qui déshabille l'étoffe. » Il marqua une pause et embrassa son cou, faisant rougir la peau pâle avant de se rétracter pour fixer son regard sur elle et répondit avec nonchalance. « Malheureusement, tu ne peux pas porter la robe là-bas avec ça. » Il rit et tendit une boîte dans sa main. « Et la bonne nouvelle, c'est que je t'ai préparé une robe. » Elise était une petite fille maudite qui pouvait voir les fantômes. Sa famille la détestait et la rejetait d'une famille adoptive à l'autre. Cependant, le malheur n'agissait pas seul. Lorsqu'elle fut élevée par sa tante, elle fut vendue comme esclave. Lorsqu'elle crut qu'elle ne deviendrait rien d'autre qu'un sacrifice pour le sorcier, elle fut sauvée par un homme dont l'identité était bien différente de celle d'un être mythique normal. *** Ce livre est ORIGINAL et il ne s'agit pas d'une traduction Rejoignez le discord de l'auteur : https://discord.gg/YPKueb4
mata0eve · 75.9K Views

The Stepmother's Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era

[Delicate Wife VS Tough Guy, Spoiling Wife + Double Virtue + Raising Kids Daily Life] The foodie livestreamer Shen Mingzhu transmigrated into the role of a wicked stepmother from a bygone era's novel, becoming a contrasting figure to the village's Shen Baolan. Shen Baolan was kind and virtuous, treating her stepson as her own, while the original character was harsh and mean, either beating or scolding the stepson. Shen Baolan enjoyed her twilight years thanks to her promising stepson, whereas the original character was burned alive by her twisted and sinister stepson. In order to change the tragic outcome, Shen Mingzhu rolled up her sleeves, prepared to sort things out properly. —— Shen Baolan had a dream. The man she was about to marry would die half a year later, leaving her a widow with nothing, bound to lead a life of misery. Meanwhile, Shen Mingzhu, for having married the right man, became an enviable rich lady. Both from the same village, both becoming stepmothers to someone, why should Shen Mingzhu live a better life than her? She would marry the man Shen Mingzhu was married to, and live Shen Mingzhu's good life! —— Five years passed. Shen Mingzhu had become a college student, Shen Mingzhu's man didn't die but instead became a big boss, and Shen Mingzhu's stepson turned into a child prodigy. Shen Baolan, who pined for her husband to succeed, was still bitterly waiting for the day her man would rise to greatness.
Seven Queens · 1M Views

Whisper of Twilight

A soul-stirring story of a forbidden and abiding revelation of immortal world. Once upon a time, there was a girl named Anezka Orien who had been taken far away from home to the mortal world shortly after her birth. Her home held magic and power, wrapped in illusions. Twelve years later, she returned to Cosmos of Aislinn, A immortal world she had only heard about in the bedtime stories told by her foster caregiver. This unreal world is filled with mystery and magic, but even more enigmatic is the shadow queen of another kingdom, who has occupied Anezka's mind. The desire to unravel the secrets surrounding the queen has become Anezka's primary motivation, fueling her determination to confront the unknown. With each clue she uncovers, she draws closer to the elusive truth, hoping that understanding the queen's hidden secrets will finally grant her the freedom to escape this eternal, immortal realm's magic and return to the normal life she longs for. Excerpt: "People called her as cold-hearted, claiming she was hollow and unfeeling. They warned me to steer clear of her. She’s a fiery shadow, formless and voiceless; people can only sense her presence. Despite this, I felt an undeniable pull toward the Shadow Queen of the Kingdom of Corbin, a wistful ache as if our souls had met before. What matters most is that she is the only one with the power to free me from this unknown and elusive world's magic. Only she can help me, but she remains invisible, and I am determined to find her. I want to discover myself and unveil my purpose for existing in this immortal realm". —————— Once upon a time, there lived a mysterious Queen named Azara Catori, burdened by a curse as old as time. She was one of the three Ardere, fiery souls who instilled fear in the hearts of the townspeople from other elements. The Catori name was tainted with darkness and flames. Excerpt: "They called the uncouth an oddity–an appalling figure. She's a normal human, vulnerable like the exact people I try to avoid. They advised me to keep my distance from her. Yet, there was an unshakeable yearning for Anezka Orien that I found impossible to escape." ————————————————— Trigger Warnings : Mention of Death, Anxiety, Depression. Note : Some chapters may be triggering for others but there is always a warning before reading. ————————————————— Instagram : oykucara Pinterest : oykucara
oykucara · 3.5K Views

The Tales of Theltorra

In the folds between realities, where the laws of nature bend and break, lies a realm that defies mortal understanding. Theltorra - an endless plain where five suns paint the sky and thirteen moons weave their silver threads through the cosmic tapestry. Here, day and night are not mere passages of time, but territories carved into the very fabric of existence. Stand in the Twilight Lands, where most dare to build their lives, and you might see it all - the perpetual radiance of the Eternal Day bleeding into the horizon on one side, its searing light a prison for those who dared to hide their crimes in shadow. Turn to the other horizon, and the endless night awaits, a darkness so complete it serves as judgment for those who sinned beneath open skies. But do not mistake Theltorra for a simple realm of justice and punishment. This is a world where magic and machine have danced so long they no longer remember which partner led first. Watch as a traditional dragon soars past, its scales shimmering with elemental might, while its mechanical cousin thunders alongside, its breath transmuting matter through the very laws of chemistry. Ancient unicorns gallop through twilight meadows, their horns glowing with healing magic, as their cybernetic counterparts race beside them, dispensing nanites that knit flesh and mend bone. Here, a hobbit might rise to challenge gods, while a demon's AI construct ponders the nature of digital souls. Elven bio-engineers work alongside dwarven cyber-miners, their differences set aside in the eternal competition for resources - at least for today. Tomorrow, they might be at each other's throats, for the law of the jungle rules all, from the humblest goblin tinker to the mightiest wandering god. Speaking of gods - look to the spaces between spaces, and you might glimpse them. The wandering ones, hundreds from each species, beings who transcended their mortal forms through power, immortality, and mysteries yet untold. Some were once Wardens, those eternal guardians of Day and Night who watched over their realms until they ascended beyond even that duty. Others found their own paths to divinity, their legends whispering hope to those who dream of following in their footsteps. But take care as you travel these lands. The bridges spanning prison zones might seem secure, the blockades impenetrable, but Theltorra brooks no complacency. In the Eternal Day, prisoners harvest resources under never-ending light, while in the Eternal Night, their counterparts toil in perpetual darkness. Even free citizens brave these zones, testing their might against the realm's harshest conditions for the chance at gathering precious materials. This is Theltorra - where human cyborgs wage war against demon-sourced AI, where hobbit and goblin carry on an age-old rivalry with both blade and binary code, where every being from the smallest nanite collective to the greatest mechanical dragon might one day rise to godhood. A realm of endless plains and endless possibilities, where light and shadow do not mark time's passage, but territory's boundaries, and where the next wandering god might arise from the most unexpected place. Welcome to the eternal plains, traveler. Mind the dragons - both flesh and metal - and remember: in Theltorra, destiny knows no species, only potential.
A_Gardner_Writez · 154 Views
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