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A Herdeira que Lê Mentes: De Impostora a Favorita da Família

Wenyan leu um livro no qual uma personagem coadjuvante que compartilhava seu nome era uma herdeira falsa. Depois que a verdadeira herdeira assumiu seu lugar, a impostora tentou garantir seu lugar na família rica drogando o filho mais velho e fazendo um fato consumado de um arroz cozido, apenas para ser desmascarada pela Família Shen e acabar cometendo suicídio em desespero. Wenyan ficou furiosa ao ver tal desfecho. Como alguém não poderia sobreviver sem o apoio de uma família rica? Não lhe havia a família proporcionado uma casa luxuosa e inúmeros bens de luxo? Apenas vendendo-os já arrecadaria dezenas de milhões. Ela era apenas um caso perdido! Se ela fosse a Wenyan do livro, teria abdicado de sua posição e apenas vivido relaxadamente como um peixe salgado! Mas quando ela acordou de seu sono, ela realmente transmigrou para dentro do livro. Fiel à sua palavra, ela parou de tramar. Durante a noite ela arrumou suas malas, vendeu sua casa, carro e bolsas, e procurou um emprego. - A Família Shen inteira notou a mudança em Wenyan, sua filha adotiva. Não só ela havia se mudado obedientemente, mas nunca mais causou nenhum problema. Ainda mais bizarro era que agora eles podiam ver seus pensamentos mais íntimos! 【Pai, Mãe, eu nunca quis usurpar seu ninho, mas os resultados do teste de DNA da verdadeira filha têm problemas. Na verdade, ela é ainda mais falsa do que eu, a herdeira falsa.】 Pais da Família Shen: ...... Então a 'filha' há muito perdida que havia sido encontrada foi exposta como uma impostora e levada pela polícia para interrogatório. 【Irmão mais velho, aquele colega seu não é bom, ele é um espião corporativo, filho ilegítimo dos arqui-inimigos da Família Shen.】 Filho mais velho da Família Shen: ...... Posteriormente, o colega foi pego roubando documentos confidenciais e também foi levado pela polícia para interrogatório. 【Segundo irmão, você é uma pessoa tão pura e nobre, você não deve estar com a filha da Família Qin, ela está apenas usando você, o coração dela está de fato em outro.】 Segundo filho da Família Shen: ...... Obrigado, vou investigar isso. 【E terceiro irmão, quarto irmão......】 No final, ninguém poderia ter previsto que a filha adotiva mais discreta da Família Shen se tornaria a nora mimada.
Draw the sword with a smile · 40.4K Views

Love and Red Coloured Ties

Julius didn’t know what to expect when he stood in front of the grandiose gates, luscious fields, and beautiful students dressed in their pristine uniforms looking like a million bucks. He told himself that he wouldn’t get involved with anyone and that he’d keep his head down since the chances of him moving again were quite high. He didn’t expect to find himself to be so entranced with the dorm leader Agares Montgomery, the most handsome boy he’d ever seen. “So what’s Agares really like?” Julius asked. Silas grinned mischievously. “That’s a tough one.” Julius noticed the sly smile on Silas’s face and realized he’d been teased. “Just kidding~” Silas said, chuckling. “Well, Agares is a bit of a mystery. He’s strict but has a laid-back side too. He’s cold most of the time but can be surprisingly kind in rare moments?” Julius couldn’t help but laugh at the contradictory description. “Why do you make it sound like you’re unsure?” “Because he really is a puzzle. He’s not a bad guy, though. He keeps to himself and mainly communicates through the vice leader, Epaphras. He’s insanely popular, not just here but at Saint Ambracia Academy too. There have been incidents where girls from the academy tried to sneak into East Laurence just to see him. It’s crazy.” “Anyway,” Silas said, “you probably won’t interact with him much unless absolutely necessary, so don’t stress too much about it.” That should’ve been the case, and yet, he found himself interacting with the dark haired boy more and more, his admiration slowly started to change into something more. “Do I like him?” He couldn’t help but ask himself. ………………….. Avondale, a city of privilege and prestige, high school junior Julius Loriana steps through the grand gates of East Laurence Preparatory School, a renowned institution for the elite. Having spent years moving from city to city due to his father's job, he’s determined to keep his distance and stay under the radar in this new chapter of his life. But everything changes when he crosses paths with Agares Montgomery, the enegmatic dorm leader of House Ares. With his striking looks and effortless charm, Agares captivates Julius in ways he never expected. As Julius grapples with his resolve to remain detached, he finds himself drawn into a whirlwind of emotions that transforms his mundane existence into something exhilarating. Follow the love story between a shy boy and his socially inept senior as they navigate through the pains of love, friendship and the hell that is known as high school. …………………………… A little extra note: This is a sweet love story, a bit of a slow burn but definitely worth getting into.. Each chapter includes a song and I would definitely recommend you listen to the song (on low volume of course) while reading. You get to feel the full Julius Loriana experience by listening to the music he’s also listening to with each chapter. If this story happens to curry your fancy, then please give it a try, I promise it won’t disappoint (≧∀≦) ! Upload schedule: Everyday! *Some images are originally from Pinterest, but the cover belongs to me.
NSCHAN · 74.9K Views

Réincarnée en tant que compagne maudite de l'Alpha

``` Qu'arrive-t-il quand une déesse tombe amoureuse d'un métamorphe ? Asara ; la déesse de l'amour, fut punie par son père, le dieu du tonnerre. Son crime fut de tomber amoureuse d'un métamorphe Alpha mortel. Pour expier ses péchés, elle renaquit en tant que Cassandra LeBlanc ; une Princesse mortelle dans le royaume magique de Speldaria. Sa famille et son royaume, à l'exception de sa sœur cadette, l'ont rejetée car elle naquit sans aucune capacité magique et elle n'avait aucun souvenir de sa véritable identité. Son fiancé, le puissant mage commandant de Speldaria, était indifférent à son égard. Il désirait quelqu'un de fort. La vie de Cassandra fut bouleversée lorsqu'elle reçut en cadeau un esclave guerrier par le puissant Alpha de Dusartine. On lui demanda de participer à l'événement annuel de l'Arène en collaborant avec le guerrier. Cassandra, qui haïssait 'L'Arène' de tout son souffle. Un endroit où le sang coulait comme du vin et où la vie était moins chère que l'air même qu'ils respiraient, ne comprenait pas sa place dans tout cela. Par-dessus le marché, le mystérieux guerrier l'affectait de manières inimaginables. Son regard hypnotique la troublait. Son essence rare la submergeait. Son corps musclé et bronzé la consumait de pensées coupables. Même les rêves de sa vie passée la tourmentaient. Lorsque 'L'Arène' commença, les agendas cachés et les vérités sous-jacentes furent révélés et Cassandra se vit jouer une main du destin. Elle n'eut d'autre choix que de se soumettre et de choisir un chemin. La question serait donc. Comment Cassandra va-t-elle réagir une fois qu'elle apprendra la malédiction qui a été placée sur elle ? Sera-t-elle capable d'obtenir ses capacités magiques et de s'opposer à son père ? Qui l'aidera dans son voyage ? ~Extrait~ C’est alors qu'elle le ressentit, tout entier. Toute sa rugosité. La force de son bras. La douceur de ses lèvres. La prise de sa main. La chaleur de son souffle. Chaque muscle de son corps se tendit à l'idée de dormir dans les bras d'un homme. Elle n'avait jamais dormi dans l'étreinte d'un mâle auparavant. Sa peau toute entière fourmillait, comme si de petites étincelles dansaient sur les endroits même qui touchaient le sien. Les crevasses de son cerveau abritaient ces souvenirs qui n'étaient pas les siens. Ce contact, d'une certaine manière, ne lui semblait pas étranger. Elle se sentait en sécurité dans son étreinte apaisante et n'avait pas l'envie de le repousser, et pourtant elle savait que c'était loin d'être approprié. Cassandra tenta de se dégager de son emprise, mais ses bras semblaient être faits de fer, car ils ne bougeaient pas. Le vêtement léger qu'elle portait avait glissé de sa cuisse laiteuse, la dévoilant alors que sa jambe musclée et bronzée s'y drapait. Et maintenant elle pouvait sentir quelque chose la pousser dans le dos. Ses yeux s'agrandirent soudain de réalisation et Cassandra paniqua complètement. « Lâche-moi ! » dit-elle d'une voix lourde. Siroos leva lentement sa jambe et relâcha son étreinte sur sa taille pour qu'elle puisse s'écarter. Il s'était réveillé lorsqu'elle s'était raidie pour la première fois mais souhaitait voir ce qu'elle allait essayer. Avec des yeux largement ouverts elle vola un regard vers l'homme qui l'avait enveloppée dans son étreinte comme un trésor précieux, son trésor. Ses yeux dorés en fusion s'étaient entrouverts et il la regardait avec une douceur et un désir. Ces boucles brunes souples tombaient sur ses yeux alors qu'il oubliait de cligner des yeux, contemplant la beauté intemporelle qu'elle était. Son parfum unique était une torture pour ses sens. Comme il souhaitait saisir sa cheville délicate, la tirer vers lui et l'avoir étalée sous lui. Embrasser la peau même qui exhalait un tel parfum qui le rendait fou. À la place, il plia son bras et le plaça sous sa joue en l'utilisant comme un oreiller pour la contempler avec un désir empli dans les yeux. Le silence gênant entre eux se prolongea pendant que Cassandra racla sa gorge. « Tu devais vraiment te hisser sur moi pour dormir ? » « Ce n'était pas intentionnel, mais c'était certainement séduisant et définitivement pas la dernière fois. » Sa voix profondément hypnotique était encore plus envoûtante en ce début de matinée alors qu'elle résonnait tout autour d'elle. La couverture du livre m'appartient. ```
Sunny_Shumail · 33.3K Views

Blood Ties And Betrayal

--- Isabella never chose this. Forced into a marriage with the most feared man in the criminal world, Matteo Antonio, her life is now bound by a contract she didn’t sign willingly. Matteo is a man with a reputation for cruelty, a man who doesn't believe in love or loyalty—only power, control, and the cold, unrelenting pursuit of his own desires. Yet, despite everything she knows about him, despite how much she wishes to escape, there’s something in Isabella that wonders: *What if?* What if there's more to him than the cold exterior he shows the world? Now trapped in a life she didn’t choose, Isabella faces a question that haunts her every day: Will Matteo ever feel for her? Will he ever truly *see* her, not as a prize or a pawn, but as a person? Or will she, slowly but surely, fall for the man who holds her captive—body and heart? It’s a game. One that neither of them can afford to lose. ___________________ "Don't act like this is some big mystery. We both know why I'm here. We both know why I said yes. And we both know you loved my siste" His eyes darkened, his smirk vanishing. He stepped forward, and I stepped back. One step. Two. My back hit the wall. He leaned in close, his breath warm on my cheek. "Who told you," he said slowly, voice as sharp as a blade, "that Matteo *Antonio* has ever had feelings?". I froze. His eyes were like ice, cold and clear, but so much more dangerous. The kind of cold that burned. And suddenly, I felt so stupid. So stupid. All this time, I'd assumed—*no, Gianna told me.* She told me Matteo had feelings for her. She told me he loved her, that she had him wrapped around her little finger. She told me he would have chosen her if she'd stayed. But she was wrong. Because I could see it now, written in his face, in his eyes, in the way he looked at me like I was just another piece on the board. Matteo Antonio didn't *love*. He didn't feel anything at all. "You thought I loved her, didn't you?" His voice was soft, deadly quiet. "Is that why you've been walking around here with your head held so high?" His eyes flicked to my lips, my throat, before landing back on my eyes. "Let me make this clear, *cara mia*." He leaned in so close I could feel his lips brush against the shell of my ear. "I don't love. Not her. Not you. *No one.*" I sucked in a sharp breath, my chest rising and falling so fast it felt like I might choke on it. He pulled away just enough to look me in the eyes, his face unreadable. "Go to bed," he said, turning away from me. His voice had gone cold again, as if the storm had passed. "Tomorrow, you'll learn what it means to be my wife." I stayed there, pressed against the wall, too stunned to move. And as he walked away, I felt it settle into my bones. I wasn't his wife. I was his *prisoner.*
Mikaaa11 · 1.9K Views

la leyenda de los creadores de universo

Antes del tiempo y la materia, cuando todo lo conocido no existía, habitaban los Creadores, seres eternos nacidos de una paradoja: fuerzas naturales que crearon su propia existencia. Dotados de poder infinito, ideas ilimitadas y una ausencia total de malicia, los Creadores dieron forma a lo que ahora entendemos como la realidad. Con una fuente infinita de materia y creatividad, comenzaron su obra titánica: la creación de infinitos universos. Cuando la materia se agotó, tomaron una decisión radical: concentrar todo en una esfera perfecta, más pequeña que un alfiler pero con una masa infinita. Este acto de perfección culminó en una explosión que dividió la existencia en trece universos primordiales, cada uno con su propia expansión y leyes, regidos por dioses designados por los Creadores. En su obra más ambiciosa, los Creadores forjaron las almas, entidades imperfectas con la capacidad de perfeccionarse a través de un ciclo interminable de vida, muerte y purificación. Aunque cargadas de emociones, las almas tienen el potencial de alcanzar la perfección mediante su reintegración al gran ciclo universal. Mientras las emociones se derraman como residuos imperfectos, las almas inconscientemente crean nuevos mundos, perpetuando la expansión del cosmos. Sin embargo, todo está destinado a un final: un colapso inevitable donde los trece universos convergerán, destruyendo toda la materia. De este fin surgirá nuevamente la nada, el hogar eterno de los Creadores, donde ellos continuarán su obra sin fin, un ciclo eterno de creación y destrucción que jamás se repetirá pero tampoco tendrá un desenlace definitivo. "La Leyenda de los Creadores" es una reflexión sobre el infinito, la perfección y la búsqueda constante de significado en un universo sin límites, donde cada imperfección y cada ciclo forman parte de un diseño mayor que trasciende el entendimiento humano.
TRH_ · 365 Views

Fragile Ties Of Love

Loud music is playing, some students are dancing and other are chatting. The few one who are alone are dispersed observing the others. My eyes scan the room for Liam. Fortunately, I see him standing at the entrance with Lucas, Mateo, Levi and Mason. My legs drag me to their direction and he smiles as he sees me. His friends pushed him to me and he looks like he hesitates for a while before walking up to me. Without a word, he grabs my hand and pulled me away from the noise. Now we’re standing in the boys changing room. Before I speak, he gently cups my face. His forehead is touching mine as his eyes flash in the evening light. My heart races and I look away shyly but he lifts my chin up with his finger. I admire his beauty,drowning in the rush of love and awaiting a toe-curling kiss. I hear his words; “Don’t be silly. You’ll never be my type.” Followed by a chuckle. My blood runs cold as my brain draws a blank *************** Liam Hunter, the name that could make your knees turn jelly. He had it all the looks, money and everyone’s dream girl, Beatrice. He was the school’s basketball team captain. Every girl was dying to spend even a second with him, well except her. His charms didn’t work on her and she seemed oblivious to his existence. Everything changes for Liam when he is dared to date Zara for a month and then dump her. It all starts as game, a mind game for Liam. But what happens when the heart gets involved? What will Zara do after learning the truth? Will she get over her love for Liam and go back to herself?
Aishat_isd · 2.1K Views
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