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Esposa Querida dos Anos Oitenta

Gu Huai'an, um jovem descendente da Mansão do Pátio Número 01, tornou-se o comandante-chefe no Centro de Comando de Aviação Dragon em tenra idade. Era conhecido por seu comportamento frio e raramente sorria ou ria. Não apenas vinha de uma família distinta, mas também era a gema inatingível da Mansão do Pátio Número 01 de Beidu. De repente, um dia, ele ouviu alguém o chamando de "irmãozinho". Quando seguiu a voz, uma garota bonita com um rosto indiferente perguntou, "Com licença, senhor, eu o conheço?" Mas ao mesmo tempo: 【Nossa, irmãozinho é tão bonito.】 【Existem montanhas além de montanhas, prédios além de prédios, mas irmãozinho é bonito e gentil.】 【Irmãozinho, me abraça!】 Gu Huai'an: …… A boca da garotinha, enganadora como a de um fantasma. ********* Song Yunuan transmigrou para um livro de época e se tornou uma vilã secundária que seria logo eliminada — um papel tão pequeno quanto há de menor. No seu primeiro dia no livro, ela estava na casa da Família Song, tentando arduamente se lembrar de por que a inteira Família Song seria exterminada na história. No fim, ela falhou em notar as expressões petrificadas coletivas dos membros da Família Song. Mais tarde… Seu pai se tornou o homem mais rico, seu irmão um advogado top, seu irmão mais novo um cientista, sua tia mais nova uma cantora, e até sua avó se tornou uma proprietária de terras. Ela mesma se transformou na queridinha de todos. Song Yunuan: O que aconteceu com o começo infernal que me prometeram?
Joe Yishui · 25.2K Views

Reborn as the Dragon: The Princess Sacrifice Begins...

# Reborn as the Dark Dragon: The Princess Sacrifice Begins... ## Genre Tags - Isekai/Transmigration - Fantasy - LitRPG (DnD-inspired) - Kingdom Building - Monster Evolution - Romance - Beast-folk Elements - Single Female Lead ## Synopsis Su Nian wakes up to find himself reborn as the most feared creature in a fantasy world - a menacing dragon that everyone wants dead. His confusion only grows when he discovers a trembling young girl seeking refuge near him. But that's just the beginning of his extraordinary transformation. As multiple system interfaces suddenly activate: - The War & Conquest System - The Evolution System - The Villain System These systems mysteriously begin to merge, granting him unprecedented powers. ## World Reactions The news of his emergence sends ripples across different factions: - **Royalty**: "Spare my life! Take my daughter instead!" - **Heroes**: "I shall rescue the princess from the evil dragon!" - **Gamers**: "Wait, what? There's no boss fight scheduled in the starter village!" - **Other Dragons**: "You dare call that THING a dragon? That's a monster!" - **The Gods**: "Stop! The divine realm is crumbling!" ## The True Nature When Su Nian, now known as Waterhouse, emerges as the world's first capitalist dragon with a hundred nuclear reactors within him, even Satan himself can't help but admire: *"Impressive. Someone tattoo this black dragon on my body."* ## Unique Features - Sweet romance with single female lead - Kingdom management elements - Unique blend of modern technology and fantasy - Multiple system integration - Strategic progression --- *A tale that combines classic dragon fantasy with modern twists, where being the villain might just be the beginning of something greater...*
DaoistsSzmtd · 11.7K Views

Colors book 1: New Emperors

In a world painted with power, the fate of Al hangs in the balance. **The world of Al is a canvas where colors are more than just hues; they are energy, the very essence of power.** Those who can wield them, the "Painted," are divided into a complex hierarchy: from humble Disciples to the legendary Walkers, each level marked by tattoos that whisper tales of their strength. Vanta Black, a young boy thrust into the heart of this world, must master the Xue Sense, a supernatural perception beyond the limits of ordinary senses, to claim his place. He faces a grueling selection process, forging alliances and battling rivals in the labyrinthine halls of the prestigious Blueblood Academy. But as Vanta navigates the treacherous landscape of power politics, he uncovers a sinister secret: the Academy's idyllic facade masks a ruthless system designed to cull the weak. The "Culling," a brutal ritual of survival, forces Vanta to confront the true nature of his power and the darkness that lurks beneath Al's vibrant surface. He must choose: yield to the manipulative machinations of the powerful, or fight for a future where his abilities are not just tools for advancement, but weapons against the forces of darkness. As Vanta battles for survival, a prophecy whispered in the shadows foretells of a coming war. The fate of Al rests upon his shoulders, and the choice he makes will determine the fate of a world painted in hues of power, betrayal, and hope. This is a story of ambition, betrayal, and the search for true purpose in a world where color is everything and much more.
Kemi_8075 · 2.3K Views

I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World

I am Racist. … I mean, my name is Racis T. I was a stand-up comedian. The flop one. The one who only get laughs when someone else is making fun of him. Anyway, I was doing one such show in a bar and since I like dark humor, I was cracking jokes around that. The show I was doing was in a run down bar, frequently visited by wicked tattooed motor bikers sort of people. I spewed some humorous jokes but no one seemed to get them as they were not laughing or maybe they got the jokes, that’s why they weren’t laughing. All in all, they were ignoring me. Being ignored didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was starving to death, therefore, I decided to go darker. Though, I shouldn’t have done that. One of my jokes or maybe all of them triggered a man and as a result, he head-shotted me and I died on the stage. But see this : A man got triggered and he pulled the trigger. I did some word play here. But who cares. I am dead anyway. All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing and loving me and girls too. I am a true artist. I don’t care about money. All the money I would have earned I would be giving it to others. I would distribute 0.001 percent of all my money to the people in need. I don’t care about money at all. Nevertheless, a death is a death. So my story ended. Though, if there is an afterlife I would like to become a successful comedian, have a loving wife and have good enough money so I can afford only a three time meal and a humble private yacht or a jet will do too. I don’t care about money anyway. That was my dying wish. Though, I am using ‘though’ too much, don't mind. So yeah, as I was saying, I had that wish only if there was an after life and turned out… There really was an after life. Though, (‘though’ again?) it wasn’t what I wished for at all!!
KhyaaL · 8.6K Views

Beyond The Celestial Veil

Purity a lowercase, clumsy, weak but determined angel suddenly volunteered to fight Abaddon, the 7th prince of hell who was pushed to earth to cause chaos on earth taking souls through deals Reborn but adopted into a family of riches and wealth faced bullying from her family but was favored by the head. Balancing her duties as an angel and the perfect granddaughter, It was purity’s job to take souls to heaven was it was time, both Abaddon and purity crossed paths couple of times but didn’t have any interaction. Roaming countries and countries for centuries Abaddon didn’t mind to purity until one night in an intense fight they were struck by lightning waking up they switched powers. ……………………………………… waking up to a burning sensation on her forehead purity whimpered, rubbing her head which just made the pain worse. looking around she wasn’t in her room, she was enveloped in an atmosphere of dark luxury.the air thick with leather and polished wood. candelabras with black candles cast flickering shadows on the walls adorned with intricate gold patterns. Massive, velvet- upholstered in deep burgundy and ebony wood chaise lounge dominated the space. A grand piano it’s ebony surface polished to mirror sheen sits silently in a corner. The bed which she layed on a grand king sized bed with black silk duvet and matching velvet pillows the wood on the head board was flawlessly carved with designs reminiscent of anique demon seal the bed positioned centrally purity jumped up seeing Abaddon staring at her with rage a halo atop his head his wings white but black in the very end and most importantly the cross tattoo on his wrist. “why are you with my halo?” purity stood on the bed attempting to take it but Abaddon threw her to the vanity table shattering the mirror “what did you do?!” Purity got up bleeding from her side she looked at herself in the shattered glass an upside down cross on her forehead her wings black, purity screamed “what did you do?!” she ran to punching his chest but Abaddon quickly raised her by the neck his grip tightening, purity couldn’t breathe the doors burst open Abaddon immediately dropped purity who gasped for air before looking up her voice still chocked “I can explain”
Bubbles2009 · 1.5K Views

Thriller Trainee | Pt-Br

O desanimado mágico Zong Jiu transmigrou para dentro de um livro. Ele foi parar em um rascunho de um romance de terror e fluxo infinito, tornando-se o figurante frágil que morria tragicamente na primeira rodada da competição. Esse rascunho era bem interessante: entre dezenas de milhares de pessoas, apenas cem podiam sobreviver, e o mais forte do grupo poderia até ganhar um bilhete de desejo universal. Se fosse outra pessoa, provavelmente ficaria apavorada. Mas ninguém esperava que Zong Jiu, além de não ter medo, ainda conseguisse seguir até o fim, exibindo seus truques descaradamente o tempo todo. Quando ele parava de brincar e sua vida parecia segura, acabava se metendo em uma rivalidade com o grande vilão do romance. Hoje você tenta me pegar, amanhã sou eu quem te pega. Um vai e vem bem divertido, heh. No fim, o que era apenas uma provocação acabou saindo do controle, e os dois realmente terminaram na cama. Olhando para o inimigo que o prensava contra o chão, Zong Jiu ergueu o olhar preguiçosamente. — Se vai me matar, então mata logo. Para de falar besteira. Mesmo em desvantagem, ele não demonstrava medo algum e ainda continuava a provocá-lo. O outro deslizou um dedo gelado por sua orelha, indo em direção à artéria, mas, de repente, parou. — Que pena. Mudei de ideia. Antes, ele ansiava por matar Zong Jiu com as próprias mãos. Todos os dias, se arrependia de não ter arrancado sua carne, de não ter quebrado seu pescoço. Mas agora que finalmente o tinha em suas mãos, um desejo ainda mais urgente crescia dentro dele como ervas daninhas. Mais do que vencer ou perder, ele queria vê-lo chorando e ofegante, com os olhos vermelhos, implorando por misericórdia.
xiehua · 106 Views

O Reino Tribal [PT-BR]

Estou fazendo um rework na obra, pretendo continua-lá! Logo mais terá novos capítulos. [24/11/2024] [Português: Sinopse] Reencarnado como Khargas, um jovem órfão em uma humilde vila tribal, ele carrega dentro de si as memórias de sua vida passada como Selermonis, o lendário rei mais poderoso que o mundo já conheceu. Agora, em um corpo juvenil e cercado por um mundo selvagem e espiritualmente conectado ao Éter, Khargas se depara com novos desafios que testarão não apenas sua força, mas também sua sabedoria. Sob a orientação de Judith, uma enigmática xamã, ele descobre que o Éter — a energia vital que permeia todas as coisas — é a chave para moldar sua nova existência. Contudo, em meio a feras implacáveis, conflitos tribais e uma força sombria que ameaça tudo ao seu redor, Khargas terá de encontrar um equilíbrio entre o imenso poder de sua antiga vida e a pureza de sua nova jornada. Será que ele conseguirá enfrentar os espectros de seu passado para reescrever seu destino e alcançar o verdadeiro potencial de sua reencarnação? "O Reino Tribal" é uma jornada épica de redenção, magia, batalhas e autodescoberta em um universo repleto de mistérios ancestrais. [English: Synopsis] Reincarnated as Khargas, a young orphan in a humble tribal village, he carries within him the memories of his past life as Selermonis, the legendary most powerful king the world has ever known. Now, in a youthful body and surrounded by a wild world and spiritually connected to the Aether, Khargas faces new challenges that will test not only his strength, but also his wisdom. Under the guidance of Judith, an enigmatic shaman, he discovers that the Aether — a life-giving energy that permeates all things — holds the key to shaping his new existence. But amidst relentless beasts, tribal conflicts, and a dark force that threatens everything around him, Khargas will have to find a balance between the immense power of his former life and the purity of his new journey. Can he face the specters of his past to rewrite his destiny and reach the true potential of his reincarnation? "The Tribal Kingdom" is an epic journey of redemption, magic, battles and self-discovery in a universe filled with ancient mysteries. (Warnings! The novel Contains Violence, Death, Heavy Themes, And Blood!) [Sorry For The English, I Used Google Translate] =============================== Os Nomes E Pessoas São Todas Fictícias Para Fazer A Trama Da História. (Avisos: A Novel Contém, Violência, Morte, Temas Pesados, E Sangue!) {Novel Totalmente Criada Por Mim: A Obra Está Em Construção} Conta Oficial Do Instagram: @SichaBrother ===============================
Sousicha · 37.3K Views

Alpha's blood:He becomes obsessed with his vampire bride

And then I feel his nose on my neck as he nuzzles me, with the tip of his fingers tracing where my tattoo is supposed to be on the nape of my neck. I try to push him away,I really do but it feels like he is just too strong or my other senses have been weakened. "I want to see you" he says bitting my already red and sensitive ear tip I force myself to keep my eyes open and my mouth shut to close off whatever strange sound was about to come out of it. "I...I....you ...are..." And he moves away and I almost grumble from the loss of contact That bastard It is true that the enemity between the weres, vampires and witches have lasted for centuries,with the weres playing a vital role in the witches endangerment, hence raising questions at the birth of this child however if the claims are true it would be unwise to terminate a possible chance at upholding peace with the witches. "The devil will tell you nine truths so that you will believe one lie" ~Shannon Mayer, Shadowed threads *7 years ago* The rain is pouring heavily and without caution the sky lightens up followed by thunderous boomings, the scent of the earth is clean and fresh and my path is barely visible but that doesn't stop me from moving on. The heavy drops of rain as stones doesn't stop me and the painful slashes of leaves across my face doesn't stop me either. The cuts of slabs and shells on my bare feet doesn't stop me and the angry gust of wind doesn't stop me either. I'm drenched but I barely feel it ,I keep on walking on this beach like field and finally I spot it.... The old and scary looking cottage. How it still stands amazes me but that's not why I'm here And just like every other time,the rain abruptly stops and the sun brings forth her warmth with a smile and the hustling and bustling of nature returns ,the chirping of birds resumes the sound of swooshing waves can be heard and all of this ..... Happens only when she begins singing "Black bird, black bird, come to me, My sweet darling, my heart's ecstasy. The wind is whispering secrets in my ear, Of a freedom waiting, beyond this drear...." Never have I ever heard a voice so sweet it drips honey. A voice that beckons the trees to sway their stems and leaves to it's tune. A voice that sounded like the mother of creation. The voice of earth herself. Slowly I make my way into the cottage and I find her in the same spot I've always had. Her back to me as she sits on a dressing table brushing her thick and long red hair with a calm and alluring glow. A beauty She appears to be the only presence of life in the seemingly dead room. I walk closer to her till I'm at arms length "...Your wings so fragile yet strong and free..." I believe she feels my presence when she stops singing then drops the brush on the table and with a sweet smile causing her doe eyes to brighten, gestures for me to sit down as she rises with a grace I would never be able to posses not even in a lifetime. I do as she directed and take her position on the stool and she picks up the brush and begins dressing my hair. I look into the mirror in front of which we ceremoniously sit as our images can not be reflected. "Why won't you just let me help you?" I ask trying to turn to face her but she keeps me in place with a hand on my shoulder. I sigh in defeat. "What are you going to teach me today?" She pauses for a while. "Nothing" her whisper barely audible. "Tell me something...... I'm not the only one who knows about you,am I?" She resumes brushing. "What did you see?" "Who did I see?" I retrieve the brush from her and place it on the table I turn to look at her same time she turns and walks to the bed to sit "Nothing here is real,love" "Is he the reason you're trapped here?" "Like you he's one of the reasons I want to get out " "Does he know he's my dad?"
Naomi_Baba_6795 · 441 Views

Fatal Bindings of a Psychotic Lover

【Crazy Reborn × Foodie Transmigrator】 When he held the knife of self-destruction and pierced through the hearts of two people, he smiled and said that he wanted to be buried forever on Valentine's Day. Reborn on the day he first saw her in the mental hospital, Henry Smith was surrounded by twisted mental power. This time, he had sharpened the shackles in advance - even if he had to break all her wings, he would raise the holy sister into his exclusive creeper. Forced to become the affectionate female lead, Clara Jones stumbled back when she saw the wedding ring handed to her. When the boy wrapped her wrist with a blood-stained ribbon, she trembled and took out a chocolate bar: "Little brother, do you want some dark chocolate to calm your nerves?" On the day when Wenya's bamboo horse sent the wedding dress, he crushed the ribs that stored the crystal core; When the thunderous ability user Lei Ming came to save the scene, he broke the wrist bone of the man holding the gun. All men who try to take away her gaze are made into wandering puppet zombies. "All doomsday dawns should be burned to ashes", moist fingertips roll over the cream at the corner of her lips, "I want my sister's eyes... only reflecting the blood-colored aurora of the demon king." Sick Notebook Double main line before and after wearing the book: It turns out that the hidden layer of the wedding ring cut open by the original owner at the end contains her implicit love for the sick younger brother (pseudo-sea king true salvation) Reverse ability: Mental control madman × space materialization foodie (whenever there is a crisis, the female lead will materialize a luxury sashimi platter) Doomsday Rose Tattoo: The blood-stained white ribbon at the beginning → the satin ribbon wrapped around the wedding dress → the baby blanket ribbon throughout the article [heart] Now, the fox-eyed younger brother is tilting his head to untie your nurse's uniform buttons, and the ice ability user in the distance is collapsing—— Push open / Use cheese cake to block his mouth
ella337 · 1.6K Views

HACKER TO HELP ME RECOVER MY STOLEN FUNDS— HIRE DIGITAL HACK RECOVERY

When I received an email claiming I had been selected for a government grant of $30,000, I was excited. As a small business owner in Florida, this seemed like a fantastic opportunity to help my business grow. The message looked official, complete with government logos and persuasive language, explaining that I just needed to pay a processing fee upfront to receive the funds. Trusting that it was legitimate, I paid the $15,000 fee, believing the grant money would soon be deposited into my account.But after several days passed without any sign of the promised $30,000, I began to get concerned. When I tried to reach out to the contact provided in the email, the phone number was disconnected, and the email bounced back. That’s when it hit me—I had been scammed. The $15,000 I had paid was gone, and I didn’t know how to get it back.That’s when I turned to Digital Hack Recovery. I knew I needed help recovering the lost funds, and Digital Hack Recovery specializes in helping victims of online fraud. After reviewing my case, they quickly identified that I had fallen for a fake government grant scam. The fraudsters had used highly convincing tactics, including fake government logos and official-sounding messages, to trick me into paying for a non-existent grant.Digital Hack Recovery acted swiftly, guiding me through the steps of reporting the scam to the Federal Trade Commission (FTC), the Better Business Bureau (BBB), and the U.S. Department of Justice (DOJ). They also helped me contact my bank to initiate a chargeback and worked with government agencies and financial institutions to trace the fraudulent transactions.Thanks to Digital Hack Recovery’s persistence and expertise, I was able to recover $14,500 of the $15,000 I had lost. While not all of the funds were recoverable due to the fraudsters’ efforts to launder the money, I was relieved to get most of it back. The entire process was complicated, but Digital Hack Recovery made it manageable, keeping me informed and handling the intricate details.This experience taught me a valuable lesson about being cautious with unsolicited offers, especially those that require upfront payments for government grants or loans. I’m incredibly grateful for the help I received from Digital Hack Recovery, not only for recovering my funds but also for ensuring I’m better prepared to protect myself from future scams. Contact Digital Hack Recovery via⁚ WhatsApp⁚ +1(915)2151930 Webpage⁚ https://digitalhackrecovery.com Email⁚ digitalhackrecovery@techie.com
Maren_Ellis · 346 Views

Bad for You

Innocence was never meant for the addictive…  Addiction was something Krit Corbin accepted as part of his nature a long time ago. He decided to embrace it and flip his finger at the rules. Women had always been the number one thing on his list of addictions. He couldn’t get enough. Being the lead singer in a rock band had only made access to his favorite addiction that much easier. Being alone was the only thing Blythe Denton understood. The small town minister’s family that raised her hadn’t accepted her as their own. The minister’s wife had always made sure Blythe understood just how unworthy she was of love. When Blythe is sent away to college and given a chance to finally be free of living as an unwanted burden, she looks forward to having peace in her life. Being alone isn’t something that bothers her. She escapes reality in the stories she writes. However, the ridiculously sexy tattooed guy who keeps throwing parties in the apartment above hers is driving her crazy. For starters, he doesn’t treat her like she would expect a guy with a different woman always hanging on his arm to treat someone as uninteresting as her. She looks nothing like the gorgeous women she sees parading in and out of his apartment, but for some strange reason he keeps showing up at her door. During a party at his apartment, Krit’s new neighbor comes to the door with her long brown hair pulled up in a messy knot and a pair of glasses perched on her cute little nose. She wants him to turn down the music, but he convinces her to stay. Krit Corbin may have just found his biggest addiction yet. And Blythe Denton realizes too late that she’s finally been claimed. by Abbi Glines
hizer0778 · 23.1K Views
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