Midday Traduccion

In a universe where game and reality collide, an NPC character named Alexis Tilt—known in the virtual world of "Boundless" as the master strategist—finds himself ripped from his familiar, coded world and thrust into the hustle and bustle of modern-day Japan. When a hacker's sabotage wreaks havoc on the Global Game World Server, "Boundless Adventure" is consumed by glitches and fractures that send Alexis and other NPCs into the real world, not to mention the waves of creatures from his game world that threaten to appear every day at noon! As Alexis explores his new surroundings, curiosity overtakes him, and instead of scrambling to return, he finds himself captivated by the real world’s unprogrammed beauty and unpredictable rhythms. Now, he’s not just figuring out how to live; he’s learning how to thrive as a restaurant manager, navigating the daily grind with humor, curiosity, and tactical finesse. But the challenges of his digital past aren’t far behind. As creatures and beasts spawn into his new life during midday “Waves,” Alexis and other displaced NPCs from his world must join forces to protect the real world from Boundless Adventure’s perils, using strategy and bravery in ways he never anticipated. Will Alexis find a new calling in this world? Dive into a thrilling tale where gaming’s fantasy meets real-world challenges, adventure meets discovery, and every day brings new battles and surprises for Alexis in this new fresh, unscripted life that he stumbled upon.

A love never expected to be returned. A young love that was forgotten as time passes by. A love blossomed and ended struck amidst midday afternoon of May time summer ride.

The kingdom of Aethel shimmers under the midday sun, its opulent castle a testament to the legacy of its rulers. At the heart of this gilded fortress resides Princess Anya, a young woman sculpted into the epitome of royal perfection. From a young age, Anya's smile has been practiced to radiant precision, her every action a display of unwavering obedience. Yet, beneath the flawless facade, a flickering flame of curiosity and longing tugs at her heart, a yearning for a life beyond the carefully choreographed existence she's been forced to accept. Anya's world is upended when her father, the King, announces her arranged marriage to Prince Darius of a neighboring kingdom. Anya accepts the news with her characteristic poise, but a thrill of anticipation and unease settles over her. A new kingdom, a new life – perhaps it holds the chance for something more than just duty. However, as Anya and Darius embark on their journey to his domain, the prince's charming facade begins to crack, revealing a colder, more calculating man beneath. The veneer of a loving marriage crumbles faster than a sandcastle in a storm. Darius's indifference morphs into a calculated cruelty that thrives on Anya's silence. He revels in subtle jabs and public humiliations, chipping away at Anya's spirit with each barb. Yet, through it all, Anya remains the picture of stoicism, her smile a weapon against the emotional warfare that has become her waking life. Tragedy strikes when Anya discovers she is pregnant, a glimmer of hope in the darkness of her marriage. But this hope is shattered when she suffers a devastating miscarriage, one that is revealed to be the result of a calculated act of poison. Anya's grief is compounded by the betrayal, as she learns that Darius, with his mistress Esme, orchestrated the loss of her child. The death of Anya's unborn child marks the end of the obedient princess and the birth of a woman hardened by betrayal and determined to seek justice. Anya begins to shed her role as a passive observer, educating herself in the ways of court politics and forging alliances with disgruntled nobles. Her transformation is aided by the arrival of Princess Genevieve, Darius's younger sister, who proves to be an unexpected ally in Anya's quest for vengeance. As Anya and Genevieve's bond deepens, they hatch a daring plan to expose Darius's cruelty and corruption. During a grand celebratory feast, Anya and Genevieve orchestrate a series of revelations that shatter Darius's carefully constructed image. #Yuri #Princess #betrayl #love #heartbreak #romance #cute #lovelife #lovestory #relationship #commitment

Despite being a woman, Marna no longer cared about gender boundaries or physical strength. The nine bodies had to be buried that day, as they had been left in her house for more than two nights. Feeling sufficiently exhausted, Marna took a length of raffia rope. She dragged Bahrun's body, which was stiff and completely helpless. His gruesome condition, lacking genitals and starting to decompose, was visible. Marna dragged him by looping her arms under his armpits and pulling with all her strength to get the body out through the door. After dragging Bahrun to the front porch, Marna went back inside and pulled Dadau's body, which had similar injuries to Bahrun's. Marna knew that all those people were from Kasongan City, especially Bahrun. She recognized him when she saw his photo displayed with his extended family in a single frame on the wall near the reception desk of the boarding house. One by one, Marna successfully removed the bodies from her house, but her task was not yet complete. She contemplated how to get the nine bodies down the 1.5-meter-high stairs. Besides being difficult, carrying them was too heavy for her strength as a woman. Exhausted, Marna sat down and stared at the nine bodies. Sweat continued to pour down from her forehead and neck. She took a drink from a 1-liter bottle of water. The most extreme method she considered was dropping the bodies down. It seemed like the easiest way at the moment. However, the risk was substantial. The bodies, in the process of decomposition, would likely break apart and not remain intact. But this was the only method Marna could use. Starting with Rawen's body, Marna kicked the large man, causing him to roll and fall to the ground. Crash! The sound of the body hitting the ground made Marna close her eyes, as Rawen's arms and legs visibly separated from his body. Feeling a sense of horror, Marna pushed Dadau's body next. The same thing happened to Dadau's corpse. Marna continued with the remaining bodies, and eventually, all nine were on the ground. She dragged each lifeless body to the grave pit. Despite her exhaustion, Marna did not consider stopping, even for a moment. The intense midday sun could not penetrate the dense forest canopy, so her pale skin remained unburned by the sun's heat. The nine bodies, some of which were dismembered, were now in the same grave pit. Marna proceeded with the next step, covering the pit with soil.

Esta es una traduccion de una novela china que esta ambientada en House of the Dragon estoy tratando de corregir la mayoria de herrores como los nombres de los personajes

The once lazy and complacent Michael has finally found something worth getting serious for. Gifted in gathering herbs, as long as it doesn't interfere with his midday nap. One fateful night Michael's world is turned upside down as he hurries home from the mountains after a day of picking herbs. His hometown village is engulfed in flames and laid to waste, his family members reduced to charred meat. Chasing revenge, Michael must overcome all obstacles and become an exalted cultivator to avenge his family. The only keepsakes remaining are an old pendant and dilapidated cultivation technique passed down from his ancestor. Michael's biggest problem on his road to revenge isn't lack of talent, nor lack of determination. "What the F***??, is this some kind of cruel joke?" "Where is my Qi???" His Qi keeps resetting. --------------- Taking a break for a little bit DISCLAIMER: This is my first contracted book with webnovel, and I am new to writing. In the beginning MC is a typical teenager, loud, childish, sometimes lazy, not taking things seriously, and sometimes haughty (even when he shouldn't be) etc. This may put some people off. However Michael eventually grows up, just like we all do. He's full of flaws and is not OP! at least in comparison to other novels. If you're looking for character development, I believe you'll find it here. I am also improving as a writer every day, so I apologise if anything is hard to read at the beginning. Thank you for reading and adding this to your collections, please feel free to comment on chapters and place your review. If you have any spare power stones please vote! Thanks, LeeroyCGNA

By: Angeltwist Esta historia no me pertenece, sólo es una traduccion. Puedes encontrar la original en ingles como: "Married to the Prince of Darkness" de @Angeltwist Mia Hayden sale a desmentir una leyenda local que narra que si una joven se atreve a vagar debajo del árbol sangriento en el cementerio a la media noche de Halloween, se convertirá la esposa del Principe de la Oscuridad. Mia inesperadamente se encuentra forsada a casarse con el atractivo y enigmático vampiro Luc. Mientras Mia se adapta a su nuevo estilo de vida en la corte Vampírica, ella descubre el pasado oscuro de Luc, el cual intentará destruírlos a ambos. Primer Libro de la Saga Imperiall Vampírica. De Angeltwist

Traducciones de One-shot sexuales Una limonada como ninguna otra...

Hay un hecho bien conocido en la NBA: los descendientes de los supergigantes nunca se convertirán en supergigantes; sino hasta que aparezca alguien. Su nombre es Andrew Jordan... Traduccion

(Traduccion) Aristia La Monique fue criada desde su nacimiento para convertirse en la emperatriz. Pero un día, una joven misteriosa aparece en el jardín del palacio y toma su posición de la Emperatriz Imperial. Pero a pesar de ser forzado a ser una Concubina Imperial, ¡todo lo que Aristia quería era el amor del Emperador!

New chapter every Tuesday at midday Set up on a multilayered universe, where every layer is independent of each other and hardly ever crosses itself with another. However, one instable layer is constantly opening gates connecting with other layers. Due to the constant gates, several different civilization of physically different “human beings” have been pulled together and been forced to interact. What sort of consequences will this create?

Nic Tutt es un buen estudiante. Sobresale en todas las asignaturas. Sin embargo, su dedicación a los estudios sirve un solo propósito: conseguir entrar a la Escuela Ransom. La escuela más prestigiosa en el país, sus egresados están destinados a convertirse en los futuros líderes de Ranvar. Políticos, estadistas y, en casos excepcionales, magos. Pero a Nic no le importa nada de eso. Tiene otra razón por la que quiere entrar a la escuela más famosa de Ranvar. Géneros: Fantasía, comedia, aventura, escolar, drama, romance. ¡Atención! Yo no soy el autor de esta novela, simplemente la traduzco y comparto con ustedes. El autor V. Moody tiene una página web con más novelas (todas en inglés). Si quieren apoyarlo pueden ir a https://moodylit.com/index.php/support-author Para recibir notificaciones sobre ésta novela y más traducciones mías, síganme en facebook.com/sinespecialidad

Waking up stranded on an island filled with mythical creatures was one of the many things Xavier Thomas never would have saw coming. Though he dreamed of transmigrating, never in a million years would he have thought it to be possible. Yet here he was, lost in an unfamiliar world, vastly unprepared for the trials he may face. Or at least that would have been the case if he had made it off the beach. You see, Xavier was happy before his transmigration. He had money, women, prestige. There was nothing he lacked, and unlike those welps who whined about money not equating to happiness, he reveled in his wealth like a nouveau riche. He was on top of the world, and like a light being switched off, he was snatched away from his happiness. His life was thrown into darkness. So what did he do when he woke up and saw giant lizards bathing in the sun, two moons fully visible in the midday sky, and trees the size of skyscrapers in the far distance? I’m sure you can guess, right? Unfortunately for Xavier, death didn’t free him of his fate. In fact, it reinforced it. ‘’Hello! Welcome to the Inter-dimensional Revitalization Association. My name is KYS-N008 and I’ll be your boss for the duration of your employment.’’ ‘’F***!’’ And so starts the very, very unfortunate life of one Xavier Thomas. God of Martyrs ——————————————————————————— This is a pilot. Just think of it like a oneshot.

--- The grand arena shimmered under the midday sun, its vast expanse filled with the electrifying energy of competition. Spectators packed the stands, their murmurs of anticipation blending with the crackling aura of magic that hung in the air. At the center stage, Devil and Athex stood poised, their eyes locked in a silent exchange of determination. Devil, his heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and excitement, tightened his grip on the shimmering aura that surrounded him like a protective cloak. Across from him, Athex exuded an aura of serene confidence, his deep-blue energies swirling around him in mesmerizing patterns. The adjudicator's voice cut through the anticipation. "Begin!" With a primal roar, Devil surged forward. His movements were a blur of motion as he closed the distance between himself and Athex in a matter of heartbeats. Arcs of crimson lightning crackled around his fists as he unleashed a flurry of punches aimed at Athex's defenses. Each strike carried the weight of his determination to prove himself worthy of entering the continent's most prestigious academy. Athex, cool and collected, met Devil's assault with calculated precision. He sidestepped the first punch with fluid grace, a faint smile playing on his lips. With a swift motion of his hand, Athex summoned a barrier of mana, shimmering like a translucent shield, to intercept Devil's subsequent attacks. The clash of energies echoed through the arena, a testament to the intensity of their rivalry. Undeterred, Devil pivoted, his movements fluid and unpredictable. He feinted to the left, then spun with deceptive speed to deliver a powerful roundhouse kick aimed at Athex's midsection. Athex anticipated the maneuver, however, and countered with a burst of mana that disrupted Devil's balance. The force of the impact sent Devil staggering backwards, his aura flickering momentarily. Breathing heavily, Devil regained his footing. He could feel the strain of maintaining his aura, a torrent of raw energy that threatened to overwhelm him. Athex, sensing an opportunity, closed in swiftly. With a focused gaze, he channeled mana into his palms, weaving intricate patterns in the air. A surge of mana erupted from Athex's hands, manifesting as a concentrated beam of energy that sliced through the air towards Devil. Reacting on instinct, Devil summoned his own reserves of aura to erect a hasty barrier of shimmering light. The beam collided with Devil's defenses, sending shockwaves reverberating through his body. He gritted his teeth against the pain, the impact pushing him further back across the arena floor. The crowd erupted into gasps and cheers as the battle reached its crescendo. Devil, his muscles burning with exertion, launched a final desperate assault. With a primal roar, he surged forward once more, his aura blazing with renewed intensity. Athex, his demeanor unwavering, met Devil's charge head-on. Their clash was a symphony of motion and magic. Devil unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks, his attacks fueled by sheer determination. Athex countered with precise movements, each action calculated to exploit the smallest opening in Devil's defenses. Mana danced around them like ethereal threads, weaving a tapestry of light and shadow in the arena. Minutes stretched into eternity as the duel intensified. Devil's attacks grew increasingly frenzied, his movements fueled by a mix of adrenaline and sheer willpower. Athex, maintaining his composure, danced gracefully around Devil's onslaught, his mana shields holding firm against the relentless barrage. Yet, with each passing moment, Devil felt the toll of the battle weighing heavily upon him. His breathing grew ragged, sweat mingling with the shimmering aura that surrounded him. Athex, sensing his opponent's fatigue, pressed his advantage. With a swift motion, he unleashed a burst of mana that surged towards Devil with relentless force. Caught off guard, Devil staggered under the impact. The force of

--- The grand arena shimmered under the midday sun, its vast expanse filled with the electrifying energy of competition. Spectators packed the stands, their murmurs of anticipation blending with the crackling aura of magic that hung in the air. At the center stage, Devil and Athex stood poised, their eyes locked in a silent exchange of determination. Devil, his heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and excitement, tightened his grip on the shimmering aura that surrounded him like a protective cloak. Across from him, Athex exuded an aura of serene confidence, his deep-blue energies swirling around him in mesmerizing patterns. The adjudicator's voice cut through the anticipation. "Begin!" With a primal roar, Devil surged forward. His movements were a blur of motion as he closed the distance between himself and Athex in a matter of heartbeats. Arcs of crimson lightning crackled around his fists as he unleashed a flurry of punches aimed at Athex's defenses. Each strike carried the weight of his determination to prove himself worthy of entering the continent's most prestigious academy. Athex, cool and collected, met Devil's assault with calculated precision. He sidestepped the first punch with fluid grace, a faint smile playing on his lips. With a swift motion of his hand, Athex summoned a barrier of mana, shimmering like a translucent shield, to intercept Devil's subsequent attacks. The clash of energies echoed through the arena, a testament to the intensity of their rivalry. Undeterred, Devil pivoted, his movements fluid and unpredictable. He feinted to the left, then spun with deceptive speed to deliver a powerful roundhouse kick aimed at Athex's midsection. Athex anticipated the maneuver, however, and countered with a burst of mana that disrupted Devil's balance. The force of the impact sent Devil staggering backwards, his aura flickering momentarily. Breathing heavily, Devil regained his footing. He could feel the strain of maintaining his aura, a torrent of raw energy that threatened to overwhelm him. Athex, sensing an opportunity, closed in swiftly. With a focused gaze, he channeled mana into his palms, weaving intricate patterns in the air. A surge of mana erupted from Athex's hands, manifesting as a concentrated beam of energy that sliced through the air towards Devil. Reacting on instinct, Devil summoned his own reserves of aura to erect a hasty barrier of shimmering light. The beam collided with Devil's defenses, sending shockwaves reverberating through his body. He gritted his teeth against the pain, the impact pushing him further back across the arena floor. The crowd erupted into gasps and cheers as the battle reached its crescendo. Devil, his muscles burning with exertion, launched a final desperate assault. With a primal roar, he surged forward once more, his aura blazing with renewed intensity. Athex, his demeanor unwavering, met Devil's charge head-on. Their clash was a symphony of motion and magic. Devil unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks, his attacks fueled by sheer determination. Athex countered with precise movements, each action calculated to exploit the smallest opening in Devil's defenses. Mana danced around them like ethereal threads, weaving a tapestry of light and shadow in the arena. Minutes stretched into eternity as the duel intensified. Devil's attacks grew increasingly frenzied, his movements fueled by a mix of adrenaline and sheer willpower. Athex, maintaining his composure, danced gracefully around Devil's onslaught, his mana shields holding firm against the relentless barrage. Yet, with each passing moment, Devil felt the toll of the battle weighing heavily upon him. His breathing grew ragged, sweat mingling with the shimmering aura that surrounded him. Athex, sensing his opponent's fatigue, pressed his advantage. With a swift motion, he unleashed a burst of mana that surged towards Devil with relentless force. Caught off guard, Devil staggered under the impact. The force of

It began as any other day, waking up to the sound of that mad rooster and the numerous birds, tweeting their morning lullabys. There was minor shuffling within the house, telling me that the morning routine was about to start, and typically in a house of 9, the early bird definitely gets the worm. Or in our case the most and hottest breakfast. In our family each age group has given chores. Our working life began at age 7, with the basic jobs of emptying lunch boxes as well as filling them up after dinner and taking out the rubbish. Age 10 were dishes, folding clothes, tidying the games and lounge room and setting the table. At 14 those jobs increased dramatically, why? I couldn't tell you, but we did the rest of the jobs around the house until we moved out. Our parents were both nurses and worked shifts all over the clock. At present Father is on night shift and mother is on afternoon shift. This way we somewhat resemble a functioning family without the heads of the house being absent for too long. Being 15 meant I had to set the breakfast table before I could eat. So I was usually the first one up,but the rummaging downstairs told me I wasn't and father wasn't due home for another two hours. Being the only girl in the family meant I got to have my own room, whilst all my brothers shared, three to a room since they were all triplets. Yes that's right two sets of multiples still at home and a set of twins already moved out, in our family to begin with twins and follow with triplets was normal. Although my aunts and uncles all stopped after thier first set of triplets It was a miracle I was born solo. I guess I was the odd one out, but as I came to discover in the following years, odd was a mild way of describing myself. As I lightly stepped down the stairs I could hear crying. Mother was at the table with her head down and hands covering her face. Mother wasn't due to wake until midday, the time father would go to sleep to prepare for his night shift. It was not common to see our parents in such a compromising way, as they rarely showed any emotion, including laughter and happiness. We just were. We functioned to a military style way of life. Routine, routine, routine. So to see mother in this state, knowing her children would be soon waking for the day and coming to this very table for breakfast, made me stop in my tracks. "Mother, are you hurting? Is everything alright?" I asked with trepidation. Sob sob, sniff sniff... "Nothing will ever be the same again!" mother replied. "Mother please, tell me what is happening!?" "It's your father!!" sniff, sniff sob sob. "There was an incident at work.." Mother was now frantically crying, uncontrollably. "Mother please, what has happened to father?!?" My body was starting to quiver, shortness of breath and blurry vision is all that actually kept me standing. Mother placed her hands on the table and looked up at me. Her eyes were red and swollen, like she had been crying for quite a while. But the way she looked at me I could never forget that stare, that gaze. If I didn't know any better, I would say she was looking at her worst enemy, not her only daughter. Her only daughter whom was a breeze to raise, her only daughter that was born solo, in a predominantly twin / triplet family. Her daughter who was game enough to enter the dining room after knowing mother was in there crying. I could hear the boys fidgeting on the second step at the top of the stairs. The step I always missed, as it made an awfully loud creaking sound, which reminded us how ancient our house was. They were up there listening, but not moving an inch, making me the target of mothers hateful stares. "YOUR father was working that nightshift so we could earn the extra cash for your Netball tournaments, your netball uniform, YOUR NETBALL EVERYTHING!! Now your father is dead!..." My vision was blurred even more, tears endlessly pouring from my eyes. Father was no more, Father was dead. And everyone blamed me.