Visage Shaver

[Industrie du divertissement + Héroïne forte + Histoire rafraîchissante + Identité cachée] Le Jeune Maître de Secte de la Secte Tang, Tang Shu, expert en Techniques de Poison et Armes Cachées, avait transmigré et était devenue une débutante de 18e rang, débutant comme actrice secondaire. Après la diffusion d'une émission de variété : Détracteurs : "Je pense réellement que Tang Shu est assez mignonne. Ai-je un problème ?" Lorsque l'Institut national de recherche en génie mécanique annonça : Mlle Tang est notre consultante de recherche désignée clé. Détracteurs : "Quoi ????" Lorsqu'un expert autoritaire en médecine chinoise révéla lors d'une interview : Le développement d'un nouveau type de médicament doit beaucoup à Tang Shu. Détracteurs : "N'est-ce pas juste trop coïncidentiel ?" Lorsque le département de restauration de porcelaine déclarait ouvertement : Personne ne surpasse Tang Shu dans les domaines de la restauration de porcelaine et de la calligraphie et peinture. Détracteurs : "Cette fleur de lotus blanche ne devient-elle pas un peu trop enivrante ?" Lorsqu'un grand V de Weibo avec des millions de fans a accidentellement révélé son visage lors d'une diffusion en direct... Les détracteurs ont tous déclaré que leurs esprits étaient soufflés ! *** Jing Yu, le fils favori du ciel, avait toujours eu une main de fer et une carrière réussie jusqu'à ce qu'il rencontre Tang Shu. Dans le cinéma, après avoir regardé quatre ou cinq films à la suite, il réalisa que la personne assise à côté de lui n'avait pas changé, savourant le popcorn avec beaucoup de plaisir. La gorge de Jing Yu bougea légèrement ; cette femme flirtait avec lui. Face à face dans un café, elle sortit nonchalamment une paille double face et la plaça dans sa coupe. Les yeux de Jing Yu virèrent au rouge ; cette femme flirtait définitivement avec lui !

Gu Huai'an, un jeune scion du Manoir du Cour n°01, était devenu le commandant en chef du Centre de commande de l'Aviation Dragon à un très jeune âge. Il était connu pour son comportement froid et souriait ou riait rarement. Non seulement il provenait d'une famille distinguée, mais il était également le joyau inatteignable du Manoir de Beidu n°01. Soudain un jour, il entendit quelqu'un l'appeler "petit frère". Quand il suivit la voix, une jolie fille au visage indifférent demanda : "Excusez-moi, monsieur, est-ce que je vous connais ?" Mais en même temps : 【Wow, le petit frère est tellement beau.】 【Il y a des montagnes au-delà des montagnes, des bâtiments au-delà des bâtiments, mais le petit frère est beau et doux.】 【Petit frère, fais un câlin !】 Gu Huai'an : …… La bouche de la petite fille, trompeuse comme celle d'un fantôme. ********* Song Yunuan a été transmigrée dans un roman d'époque et est devenue une méchante mineure qui fut rapidement éliminée – un rôle trop petit pour être plus petit. Lors de son premier jour dans le livre, elle se tenait dans la cour de la famille Song, essayant de se rappeler pourquoi toute la famille Song serait exterminée dans l'histoire. Au final, elle ne remarqua pas les expressions pétrifiées collectives des membres de la famille Song. Plus tard… Son père devint l'homme le plus riche, son frère un avocat de premier plan, son jeune frère un scientifique, sa jeune tante une chanteuse, et même sa grand-mère devint une propriétaire foncière. Elle-même se transforma en la chérie adorée de tous. Song Yunuan : Qu'est-il arrivé au début infernal qui m'était promis ?

Lorsque la pure lotus l'a provoquée, elle l'a giflée sur-le-champ, "Ce ne sont qu'une paire de chaussures usées. Si tu les veux tant que ça, prends-les et porte-les." Le Président Jones est intervenu avec un visage effronté, "Épouse, même si ce sont des chaussures usées, je ne les laisserais porter qu'à toi." "Dégage !" ... 【Un homme, une femme】Il y a quatre ans, elle est partie furieuse avec le petit dans son ventre. Quatre ans plus tard— "Oncle, j'ai remarqué que ton visage a une mine sombre, on dirait que tu as un excès de chaleur au foie. C'est évident qu'il te manque une épouse. Tu veux faire la connaissance de ma maman ?" Le président qui restait à l'écart des femmes, en regardant son mini-moi, ses yeux se sont approfondis. Il a immédiatement emballé la mère et l'enfant, et les a ramenés à la maison, les choyant au point d'agacer tout le monde. Quelqu'un a demandé, "Président Jones, ceci n'est-il pas un peu trop déraisonnable ?" Le président a souri froidement, "Vous attendez-vous à ce que je sois raisonnable quand il s'agit de faire plaisir à mon épouse ?" C'est l'histoire d'un Président Jones autoritaire, farouchement dominant et déraisonnable lorsqu'il s'agit de choyer son épouse.

Pendant les trois dernières années, Ariana Ari Harlow a tout donné à son mari. Ils se sont mariés parce que sa sœur a choisi de s'enfuir le soir du mariage, croyant aux rumeurs que la Corporation Nelson était en faillite. Ari aimait Noah depuis ses seize ans, elle pensait que c'était le rêve de sa vie qui se réalisait. Cependant, elle ne savait pas que sa sœur lui avait tendu un piège, et ce n'était pas le début de sa nouvelle vie, mais bien son nouveau enfer. Elle a été forcée d'abandonner sa formation de médecin parce que la respectable Mme Nelson ne pouvait pas avoir les mains couvertes de sang. Ari a accepté. Pour l'amour de Noah, elle est devenue une épouse parfaite qui prenait soin de ses beaux-parents et de son mari. Cependant, ce qui l'attendait n'était rien d'autre que des insultes, son mari avait honte d'elle et sa belle-mère pensait que sa sœur, Ariel, était mieux assortie à son fils. Pourtant, Ari persistait. Elle pensait qu'elle réchaufferait le cœur de son mari un jour. Mais elle l'a surpris en train d'embrasser sa sœur ! Cœur brisé, Ariana décida de divorcer de son mari, mais elle se retrouva d'une manière ou d'une autre empêtrée avec Nicolai. L'ennemi et rival de son mari. Ils n'étaient pas faits pour être ensemble. Mais Nicolai semble se ficher des obstacles qui se dressent contre eux. En fait, il était déterminé à s'immiscer dans la vie d'Ari et à mettre le feu à tout. Dans son ivresse, il l'a un jour plaquée par la gorge contre le mur d'un pub miteux, "Tu peux le nier tant que tu veux princesse, mais tu me désires." Ses yeux parcouraient son torse haletant et ses yeux s'assombrirent, le rouge apparut dérangé, possessif, comme s'il voulait arracher son âme de son corps et l'ancrer dans le sien. "Je parie que si je jette un coup d'œil, tu seras trempée pour moi." La chaleur monta aux joues d'Ariana alors qu'elle grognait, "Tais-toi." "Fais-moi taire," dit Nicolai en écrasant ses lèvres contre les siennes. Ses baisers brûlaient dans son âme, et sa chaleur lui brûlait la peau chaque fois qu'ils se touchaient. Elle pensait que sa plus grande erreur avait été de s'emmêler avec Nicolai. Cependant, Ari comprit bientôt à la dure, littéralement, qu'être désirée par un tel cauchemar magnifique était bien pire qu'une erreur. Et les choses se compliquent lorsque son mari découvre la vérité sur tout. "Tire-moi dans le cœur, Ari," dit Noah en plaçant la buse du pistolet là où se trouvait son cœur. "Parce qu'une vie sans toi est une vie que je ne veux pas, alors tue-moi ou reviens. Je t'en supplie." Maintenant que Nicolai lui avait donné le choix, Ari tomberait-elle amoureuse de lui et plongerait-elle dans une vie remplie de dangers ? Ou retournerait-elle vers son mari, Noah, qu'elle aimait depuis ses seize ans ? Et Ariana éviterait-elle le danger qui guette dans l'ombre, attendant qu'elle fasse une erreur et qu'elle perde tout ce qui lui est cher ? Trouverait-elle la clé de tous les secrets qui la lient à Noah et Nicolai ainsi qu'à son destin tortueux ? ******* Extrait : "C'est une question d'argent, n'est-ce pas ? Prends-le et disparais," hurla-t-il en jetant la carte noire au visage d'Ariana. Ariana ne pouvait pas croire ce qu'elle entendait quand elle a entendu son mari ou son futur ex-mari l'humilier comme ça. Trois ans. Ariana Harlow a donné trois ans à Noah Nelson, et pourtant, lorsqu'elle l'a surpris en train d'embrasser sa sœur aînée, Ariel —— voilà ce qu'il lui dit. "Je vais te divorcer," déclara Ari et partit. Elle est partie sans le sou mais Ari est tombée sur Nicolai. L'ennemi et rival de son mari, le prince de la Mafia de la Ville de Lonest, un bâtard notoire connu pour ses tendances violentes. Leur rencontre malheureuse l'a placée sur le chemin de Nicolai, et comme ça, il a posé les yeux sur elle. La première fois qu'ils se sont rencontrés, Nicolai lui a demandé de l'inviter à dîner. La deuxième fois, lorsqu'ils se sont rencontrés, il lui a remis un million de dollars. La troisième fois qu'ils se sont rencontrés, il a déclaré : "Tu serais bien dans mes bras, qu'en dis-tu princesse ?" ********

Yu Holea était une exorciste de fantômes de génie. Maudite pour son tempérament de solitaire, elle a embrassé la voie de l'exorcisme. À l'âge de 26 ans, elle est morte. En ouvrant les yeux, elle s'est rendu compte qu'elle a été transmigrée dans un personnage qui porte le même nom qu'elle. Yu Holea était la jeune demoiselle récemment trouvée de la Famille Yu. Bien que tout le monde ne l'aimait pas, car pour eux Yu Mei est la véritable jeune demoiselle. Tout le monde la méprisait, y compris ses propres frères biologiques. Son Frère aîné, "N'essaie même pas de t'approcher de moi. Je déteste les chercheuses d'or comme toi. Yu Mei, viens, je t'emmène faire du shopping." Son Deuxième Frère Gentil," La porte pour sortir est à gauche. N'oublie pas de ne pas embêter Yu Mei" Son Troisième Frère, "Euh, ne me laisse pas voir ton visage dégoûtant. Laisse-moi voir le visage mignon de ma petite Yu Mei" Cependant, Yu Holea les ignorait. Elle était habituée à tout cela. Elle s'est concentrée sur sa carrière et l'accumulation d'argent plutôt que sur l'amour. Elle n'avait pas un sou ? Allons donc, elle avait une longue file de grands patrons suppliant de lui donner de l'argent. Son empire commercial s'étend de Ville S à la Capitale. Elle était sans talent ? Elle peut même invoquer la foudre !! A une soirée de luxe, un des parents de la Famille Yu a vu Yu Holea entourée par des grands patrons de différents domaines et a été choqué jusqu'au plus profond de son être. Alors que tout le monde était confus, ses trois frères sont arrivés et ont commencé à la choyer. "Lea, tu veux manger un gâteau aux fraises? Appelle-moi Grand Frère et je te donnerai le gâteau." "Lea, tiens, bois ce jus, et au fait, pourquoi ne m'appelles-tu pas Deuxième Frère ?" "Petite Sœur, ne les écoute pas, je te protégerai de tout le monde, tu n'as qu'à m'appeler Troisième Frère." Un certain beau, PDG d'une entreprise du top 10, "Lea Chérie, quand diras-tu oui à ma demande ?" Yu Holea : Pourquoi tout le monde la regarde-t-il avec un regard attendri ? Suivez Yu Holea dans son aventure remplie de frissons, de suspense et de chouchoutage.

In human history, a hundred years is a lifetime, a thousand years is an era, and in a hundred thousand years, entire human societies rise and fall, ceasing to exist. Humanity is but a tiny minority within a vast tapestry of innumerable universes, dimensions, and planets; each is home to unique civilizations and species. The King of Faries, once merely a legend from children’s storybooks and moral tales, now looms large in myth. Once upon a time, there was a King who possessed everything: riches, luxuries, entertainment, yet he cared for none of it because his heart was consumed by a single obsession: his own handsome face. The entire Fairy Realm was adorned with his portraits and statues, and even the architecture bore his visage. Anything that did not mirror his image was met with disdain. Driven by his narcissism, one fateful day a dream came to him—a vision of the grandest and most beautiful statue ever witnessed, one to rival the heavens themselves. But as his obsession grew, the kingdom’s once vibrant streets fell silent. The people suffered under the weight of a ruler who saw only his own beauty in every monument. The colossal statue, crafted from Pure Mythril, a substance so luminous it was said to unmake a soul, shone with an intensity both mesmerizing and ominous. …to be continued.

"M... Marissa ! Sont-ils mes enfants ?" Les yeux de Rafael ne se détachaient pas des visages adorables des enfants. "Non, Rafael. Ils ne le sont pas," Marissa dit avec un sourire forcé, "Ils ne sont pas les tiens. Tu te souviens ?" elle battit des cils de manière assez dramatique, "Nous n'avons jamais été mariés !" La sœur aînée de Marissa Aaron, Valérie Aaron, a abandonné son petit ami aveugle le jour de leur mariage et s'est enfuie. Pour sauver les apparences, la famille de Merissa l'a suppliée d'épouser Raphael Sinclair. L'ironie ? Elle n'avait pas le droit de dire à son mari aveugle qu'elle n'était pas Valérie mais Marissa Aaron. Le jour de la chirurgie oculaire réussie de Raphael, Marissa a appris que Valérie était de retour pour reprendre sa place légitime en tant que belle-fille des Sinclair. Marissa a tenté d'expliquer à son mari qu'elle était celle qui avait épousé, mais il ne l'a pas crue. Au lieu de le convaincre davantage, le cœur brisé, Merissa a décidé de quitter la ville sans lui révéler son secret. Raphael Sinclair était l'incarnation même de l'homme incroyablement séduisant et était le seul héritier du groupe d'industries Sinclair. Que ferait-il lorsqu'il apprendrait que tout ce temps la femme qui lui offrait son amour et son corps n'était pas Valérie mais sa sœur cadette Marissa Aaron ? Comment réagirait-il en apprenant qu'il était le père des bébés que Marissa portait en elle ? Chercherait-il à retrouver Marissa et à la reconquérir ? Et la question à un million de dollars ! Marissa serait-elle un jour capable de lui pardonner et de l'aimer à nouveau ?

A/N ~ News about updates can be found in the Auxiliary Chapter called 'not a update'. Enjoy my first work. ~ Drake Zoraiz was a ordinary young black man, maybe with a little more of an realistic view of the world than most of the people. He had been living his life in the world as an mercenary, until he was left for dead after a truly brutal mission where everything that could go have gone wrong, does. As an atheist for most of his young orphaned life, he was not expecting anything waiting for him after his death. Especially not the endless void he found himself in or that of visage of the beyond beautiful; and radiant figure of a goddess, who offers a chance of boundless adventure and endless battles to become more, to show up and say. "Drake Zoraiz, it is time to choose..." ~ Planned World's (in random order) Homeworld ~ A Song of Ice and Fire ~ Bleach ~ Overlord ~ DC/Marvel ~ Harry Potter ~ Jujutsu Kaisen ~ Highschool DxD ~ Highschool of the Dead ~ That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime ~ ect. to Fin. ~ Disclaimer ~ This is a fanfiction inspired by the works of [Author/Creator's Name(s)], including [specific source material, e.g., A Song of Ice and Fire by George R.R. Martin]. I do not claim ownership of any original characters, settings, or lore created by the respective authors. The only elements I claim as my own are original characters, plots, and interpretations that I have added to this fanfiction. This work is created purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended for commercial use. All credit for the original material belongs to its respective owners, and I encourage readers to support the official works. ~

Se réveiller d'un coma était le moindre des soucis de Serena lorsqu'elle découvre qu'elle est mariée ! Elle ne se souvient pas de qui elle est. Ses parents complotent pour la tuer. Que fait une jeune femme dans une telle situation ? Elle piège son séduisant mari riche, évidemment ! Serena ne le laissera pas partir jusqu'à ce qu'elle découvre la vérité. Aiden Hawk s'est marié par convenance. Faisant l'objet de chantage par sa grand-mère, il a concocté le plan parfait. Épouser une femme à l'article de la mort et jouer le rôle de son amant endeuillé. Lorsqu'elle décéderait, il serait libre de faire ce qui lui plairait ! Mais à la surprise de tous, elle est revenue à la vie ! De plus, elle s'accroche à lui comme de la colle ! Leur mariage accidentel fonctionnera-t-il ou seront-ils séparés pour toujours ? *Crédits photo : Queenfrieza Extrait : Ses yeux s'écarquillèrent de choc lorsqu'il s'approcha pour verrouiller la porte de la chambre d'hôpital avec un clic. "Que fais-tu ?" demanda-t-elle d'une voix tremblante. Elle n'aimait pas l'expression sur son visage. Il haussa un sourcil et esquissa un sourire en coin. "Que penses-tu que je fasse ?" "Pourquoi... pourquoi as-tu verrouillé la porte ?" "Mon épouse... Tu t'es réveillée après si longtemps. Bien sûr, je dois passer un moment avec toi sans être dérangé..." Serena le regardait alors qu'il s'approchait d'elle, sa présence semblant remplir la pièce. Son cœur menaçait presque de sortir de sa poitrine... Elle voulait sauter du lit mais ses jambes étaient inertes et elle n'avait pas de force...

SAUTER LES CHAPITRES NON NOMMÉS À CAUSE D'UN MÉLANGE... "Pourquoi as-tu dû te marier avec moi si tu savais que tu allais me jeter!" Elle cria. Il exhala doucement et la regarda, son visage neutre, ses yeux étonnamment calmes. "C'est parce que, je devais sauver ma couronne et mon trône. Maintenant, laisse-moi vivre ma vie." "Pourquoi ça devait être moi?" Elle porta sa main à son visage. "Tu sais qu'elle est mon âme sœur destinée et je ne peux rien y faire." Avec des larmes dans les yeux, elle se redressa lentement et acquiesça. "Je signerai les papiers du divorce." • • • Nyx est déchirée par le chagrin, lorsque Alpha Oberon, son mari décide de divorcer d'elle après avoir prétendu avoir trouvé son âme sœur destinée. Elle quitte la meute par peur de retourner chez ses parents abusifs et cruels et élève son enfant toute seule. Les années passent, la nouvelle Luna n'arrivant pas à produire d'héritier pour le royaume. Un voyant dit au roi qu'il existe un héritier qui a le sang du roi dans ses veines. Que se passe-t-il quand il réalise que l'enfant vient de la femme même qu'il avait autrefois offensée ? Que va-t-il faire pour la convaincre de revenir afin de sauver son trône et son royaume?

Le jour de son mariage avec l'amour de jeunesse, Natalie Ford reçut un cadeau inattendu : un certificat de mariage. Il stipulait qu'elle était déjà mariée à un parfait inconnu — Aiden Handrix. Alors que les invités du mariage continuaient de se moquer et de l'insulter, son amant Ivan décida de la quitter pour épouser sa demi-sœur Briena à la place. Pour ajouter l'insulte à l'outrage, elle fut jetée hors de chez elle. Pour prouver son innocence, Natalie Ford n'avait qu'une seule option — elle devait trouver ce mystérieux Aiden Handrix et éclaircir cette histoire ! Le lendemain, il y eut une nouvelle qui fit sensation à la télévision. Justine Harper, l'héritière de la famille la plus riche de Bayford, rentrait chez elle. Natalie plissa les yeux devant l'écran de TV. «Pourquoi cet homme ressemble-t-il exactement à celui sur la photo de mon certificat de mariage ?» Dans sa quête pour percer le mystère derrière ce prétendu mariage, elle décida de le suivre et de lui demander en personne. « Êtes-vous marié ? » « Non. » « Vous avez un frère jumeau ? » « Non ? » « Vous avez déjà entendu le nom Aiden Handrix par hasard ? » « Non. » « Alors, qui diable êtes-vous ? » « Ton frère. » « Attendez, quoi ? » « Oui. Maintenant, fais tes valises et rentre à la maison avec moi. » D'abord un mari sorti de nulle part et maintenant un frère avec le même visage ? Est-ce que Dieu créait des clones et les lui offrait sous différentes relations ?

In a realm of mortals, a monster stirred into existence. Initially adrift in purpose, the creature resolved to guard its progenitors, the girl who came before, he intended to defend and protect all of them. As times unfolded, the monster adeptly concealed itself behind the visage of a mortal, humanoid in nature, he easily donned the guise, the mask of a human being. Yet, fear not, for the tale did not conclude there. A young man's agonized wail pierced the nocturnal silence, a lament for all he lost, for all he wished to protect, challenging the heavenly realms and defying the very essence of existence. In his rebellion, the world recoiled, deeming him unworthy of breath, a rejection that ushered his drowning into oblivion. Amidst the struggle for survival, an otherworldly entity took notice. "Perhaps…? Let's test the fortitude of his will!" As the youth teetered on the brink of unconsciousness, a voice resonated in his mind. [Notice: Legendary Skill Reincarnation Acquired!] [Reincarnation has been activated!] ... In a cosmos where gods, devils, humans, myths, and dreams converge into reality, the monster finds rebirth. Yet, navigating this new existence proved arduous, for the world demanded a toll for every breath he took and every moment of joy in it. And such a toll… it will be paid with his life once more. Will the human-masked monster triumph… Or will he fall just like a hundred times before? Let me see an end to it, but now… will you join me, Mortal!? ----------------------------------- Chapter Length: 1700-2400 words. The Mc is a kind of psychopath who wore a mask throughout his life, but I would not easily condemn him as neither good nor evil. (And before you ask. Yes, the MC is kind of a yandere as well.) There will be a harem, but much later or until I start liking another girl character. There is some dark stuff, be it burning flesh, dissecting, blood, extreme agony... Or whatever else, I just want to say if you don't like it be prepared that they are not uncommon here since the MC will show the monster everyone told him to be. A question that arose... When does someone become a monster, do you know? I don't know the specifics either, let's find out... That's it have a nice read, my fellow humans. ;)

*Clang!* The mask split in half, revealing a face so extraordinary it seemed almost otherworldly. Skin as pale as if it would smudge with the slightest touch, a sharp and elegant nose, perfectly shaped lips. Every feature was as refined as if sculpted by a master artisan, untouched by the passage of time. Once jet-black like the night, the hair had turned as white as the snow-capped mountains of the northern lands. It was still beautiful, but a fragile, ethereal quality had been added, as if the figure might scatter and dissolve into the air at any moment. As the mask fell away, revealing eyes beneath fluttering, slow-blinking lashes, they shone like polished black onyx—noble and luminous. It was a visage so close to a work of art that it seemed a pity only Ye Kang-oh and the sun bore witness to it. However, in the presence of this breathtakingly handsome man, Ye Kang-oh’s expression began to crumble. There was no way he couldn’t recognize that face. Not because it was a beauty that could rival even Song-ok or Ban-ak, but because it belonged to someone who had once been Kang-oh’s protector. "Is it you?" Ye Kang-oh, the youngest disciple of the Black Sky Lord, stood before the man he had once revered and adored. Dan Woo-hyo, the Lord of White Virtue Palace, whom the martial world believed to be missing, was there. "Has it really been you all along?" ------------ I am NOT the author. I'm just translating this novel.

In a world blessed by the gods, where beauty is a divine gift and handsome faces are a mark of favor, Goryo stands as a singular anomaly, a man with a face so grotesque it seems cursed by fate itself. Rejected by humans, spurned by the gods, and even shunned by the demons, Goryo's existence is a litany of misfortune. Even his own mother, upon seeing him for the first time, could not believe she had given birth to such an ugly face. Abandoned and ostracized, Goryo roams the world in search of purpose. But in the depths of his despair, he discovers that his cursed face hides a power beyond comprehension. As he battles prejudice, rejection, and a world obsessed with appearances, Goryo must embrace his unique destiny and prove that even the unluckiest of souls can shape their fate. Will Goryo uncover the reason behind his curse, or will he simply let it linger until his final breath? A dark, yet inspiring tale of resilience and self-discovery, Cursed Visage: The Tale of Goryo explores the true meaning of worth and the power hidden beneath the surface.

In the year 2344, Jasper Otto—known in the virtual world as the powerful Demon Lord Lucifer Morningstar—is a professional gamer and one of the wealthiest players in the world-renowned MMORPG Amber Lands. With a reputation as an unstoppable solo player, he has amassed treasures, skills, and wealth that others can only dream of. But one day, while deeply immersed in the game, Jasper is suddenly transported to another world—not as himself, but as his legendary in-game persona, Lucifer Morningstar. Armed with all his demonic powers, magical artifacts, and the fierce visage of the demon lord, Jasper finds himself bound by magic to a ruthless and ambitious princess. Summoned to help her secure the imperial throne, Lucifer is enslaved to follow her commands without question, unable to resist or escape. Despite his vast powers, Jasper’s fate is tied to the princess and her ambitions, forcing him to obey until he finds a way to break free. As Lucifer navigates this new reality—one filled with kingdoms, monsters, and formidable foes—he learns that the rules of this world resemble the game but carry far more dangerous stakes. In a quest for freedom and revenge, Lucifer must master this world’s mysteries, confront those who would control him, and ultimately carve out his own path to power. But with a dark kingdom of his own to build and countless enemies ahead, his journey has only just begun. Guys my discord is aneja_mehul And my instagram is aneja_mehul You can follow me and add me as friend to ask questions give suggestions and more

Overpowered Protagonist: Yes，Strength of the Protagonist's Superpowers: ∞，Protagonist's Age: ???，Characters with Diverse Personalities: Yes，Interesting Antagonist: Yes Five of the world's wealthiest tycoons descended upon a poverty-stricken district simultaneously, astonishingly just to visit a 20-year-old young man. This young man was their master fifty years ago. Initially, these magnates only acquired some rudimentary knowledge from William Johnson, but that was enough to make them leaders in their respective fields. However, they were stunned by William's ageless visage when they saw him again, as they were unaware that William Johnson had lived for a billion years. He not only established different religions all over the world, but even Alexander the Great was once his student. Yet, after dispersing the tycoons fifty years ago, he chose a long slumber. But now, William Johnson has awakened... --------------------------- Update Schedule: Update daily. Minimum of two chapters per day. If I get drunk, I might update four chapters, haha. Please show your support if you enjoy the story! [50 power stones = 1 bonus chapter] [200 Power stones = 2 bonus chapters] [400 power stones = 3 bonus chapters] ... [300 golden tickets =??? ] Bonus release will drop the following week! Psst, a little secret for the eagle-eyed readers – there are hidden treasures sprinkled throughout the chapters! Keep your eyes peeled for these sneaky surprises and enjoy the bonus rewards they bring!

La grosse et laide Nora Smith est la risée de la ville lorsque son fiancé rompt leurs fiançailles. Il dit : "La vue de ton visage gigantesque et de tes cuisses énormes me dégoûte ! Ne me dérange plus jamais !" “Quel idiot.” Nora se moque et se retourne, ses lèvres se courbent en un sourire. Plus tard, lorsque Nora réussit à mincir, elle revient en tant que beauté stupéfiante. Son ex-fiancé vient à elle avec des fleurs et supplie, "J'ai eu tort, Nora. Je suis prêt à tout tant que tu reviens vers moi." Nora pose son menton dans ses mains et sourit en répondant, “Les vrais hommes ne vivent pas dans le passé.” Enervé, il dit, “Tu n'es qu'une idiote chargée de bagages que j'ai jetée, Nora. Personne ne te voudra sauf moi!" Mais après ça... Un jeune chanteur populaire tweete : "Nora Smith est ma déesse!" Un chirurgien de renommée internationale demande, "Es-tu libre ce soir, Nora ?" Même le riche et influent homme d'affaires dont tout le monde a peur s'avance et dit: ”Je peux m'occuper de ma femme et de mes enfants moi-même, merci beaucoup.”

In the vast expanse of time, traversing through countless dimensions and realms, there exists an enigmatic girl named Yuna. She is an eternal wanderer, a seeker of solace amidst the ceaseless flow of existence. Her footsteps echo through the eons as she tirelessly quests for a tranquil haven to call home, her appearance forever frozen in the visage of a petite, short-haired figure with a captivating shade of purple locks, standing at a modest height of 159 centimeters. However, destiny takes a mischievous twist as Yuna, amidst her interdimensional odyssey, finds herself adrift and disoriented, her mana reserves nearly depleted. With no other recourse, she descends upon an unfamiliar and desolate room, adorned only by weathered furniture that bears the weight of forgotten memories. Yet, in this unexpected juncture, Yuna's fate intertwines with that of an enigmatic companion—a girl who embodies the essence of an ethereal white cat. Their paths converge in this room of possibilities, sparking an unforeseen connection that will challenge Yuna's eternal voyage and beckon her to unravel the mysteries of an uncharted existence. As the echoes of Yuna's past reverberate through the threads of time, she grapples with the enigma of her newfound partner. Together, they embark on a quest of survival, forging an unbreakable bond amidst the uncertainty that surrounds them. Yuna, the ageless voyager, and her feline-like ally must navigate a realm where the boundaries of reality blur and where challenges beyond imagination await. Amidst the backdrop of shifting dimensions and the passage of eras, Yuna's journey takes a poignant turn—a quest not only for a tranquil sanctuary but for a profound understanding of herself, her place in the cosmos, and the meaning of companionship. Join Yuna as she embraces the uncharted chapters of her existence, navigating unexplored realms with her enigmatic partner, and discovering that even an eternity of wandering can be transformed by the power of an unexpected connection.

In the remote solitude of a mountain village, a boy’s life hangs by a thread in the dim confines of a humble hut. His body, battered and his soul deeply scarred, is illuminated only by the eerie glow of a crimson pearl. As the boy fights against the darkness of unconsciousness, the pearl’s pulsating light transforms into a spectral visage, a ghostly face that seems to carry secrets untold. The face speaks in an unsettling, otherworldly tone, revealing that the boy has survived a soul devourer’s attack—a rare and dangerous feat. With his soul gravely wounded, the boy’s fate seems grim, but an enigmatic system intervenes.

Complete! Life is ever-changing. Edwin found out that the hard way after a month of him getting sicker and sicker. Still, he tried to keep to his morals, to live life with the means he still had. Then he met Orion, whose snowstorm eyes refused to let him go. An ice demon, with the visage of a dream man, who was twisted at his core. Love is sweet, yes, Edwin often thought, as he changed to the point he could not recognize himself anymore. But what Orion felt for him was not love. It was cold fingers on pale skin, it was a stolen kiss. Edwin knew all that, tried to be freed of the demon. Only to fall further and further from grace. His heart still, his blood cold. Living an existence as one of Death's sons. This book is now available only on Webnovel! Happy reading! =)

An adopted child, Heidi was a smart and obedient girl because she had to be. Used as a scapegoat by her family, she was sent to become the political bridge between two empires. Taken in by the House of the infamous White King, Lord Nicholas Rune, she would be cared for and supervised until her wedding with his cousin, Warren Lawson. A man whose gentle appearance and benevolent manner earned him the title White King of the Empire, Lord Nicholas was a man kindest to the souls around him. Very few knew about the truth that lay beneath his beautiful visage. Who could predict a little human girl would bring out the best and the worst of a noble pureblood? ----- “Now, tell me, Heidi, why do I have a bad taste in women?” As Lord Nicholas took a step forward, she took a step back. Heidi had said too much, and she regretted it. Would he let her go free? Gulping, she warned him, "What you're doing could be considered harassment, milord." "I wouldn’t. I’d call it persuasion.” He took another step towards her, his frame towering over her. "I believe the dictionary in your library would disagree with you, milord." She retreated another step back, shrinking away, hoping he would give up. “I keep the good one in my room. You can come to see for yourself if you don’t believe me.” Her back struck the wall behind her. "You haven’t answered my question, Heidi." The Lord was too persistent, Heidi cursed to herself. He was unwilling to let her go.

The first time I met my master was because I shaved my head, I was nine years old at the time. The blind man who felt my bones when I was alive said I had a dark destiny and wouldn't live to be eighteen.

"Let me embrace my newfound role as the antagonist, and become the epitome of villainy." Amidst the havoc she had caused, a young girl stood with cascading silver locks framing her visage and eyes as profound as the depths of the ocean. The once lavishly decorated grand hall, filled with melodies and aristocratic laughter, now teetered on the brink of anarchy. The assembled nobles, accustomed to lives of opulence and extravagance, had never fathomed such a spectacle could unfold before their eyes. In a graceful pivot, Aria's devious smirk adorned her features. Her elegant gown billowed with an air of calculated elegance, and the subtle click of her heels reverberated through the now tumultuous chamber. While she had been labeled as a villainess, she was determined to prove herself as the greatest purveyor of wickedness. Perfect - that was the word that had long defined Aria's existence. She hailed from an impeccable lineage, an inseparable companion, resided in the most exquisite city, and was betrothed to the love of her life. Every conceivable desire she had was fulfilled. Her relentless efforts to assist those around her - her friend, her fiancé, and her subjects - had only resulted in a cruel twist of fate, a brutal severance of her own head. "...you are the villain..." The words uttered by her once-trusted confidante seared into her soul, leaving an indelible mark. They penetrated so deeply that Aria underwent a profound transformation, altering almost every aspect of her being.

In the mysterious realm of Kalvon, where shadows whispered tales of Kings and Queens, none were as infamous as King Jetaime. Whispers echoed through the cobblestone corridors and darkened chambers of the palace, painting a macabre portrait of a heartless sovereign scarred by the cruelty of fate. His legs, so the tales spun, were lifeless appendages, and his face, a grotesque canvas of boils. His was a visage that struck terror into the hearts of those who dared imagine it. Yet, destiny took an unforeseen turn on the eve of a grand wedding night. Princess Jaelyn, cursed and hidden away within the confines of Malavon Castle, was the unwilling pawn in a malevolent game of power. Her name, synonymous with evil, and her every step marked by the devil's touch. However, as she stepped into the grand hall to meet her monstrous groom, a man emerged before her, shattering the grotesque image painted by gossip. King Jetaime stood not as the rumored monster, but as a vision of unexpected sweetness, love, and undeniable handsomeness. The discrepancy between the tales and the reality sparked a whispered question in the minds of those who witnessed this surreal union — had she unwittingly married an imposter, or were the rumors nothing more than twisted fragments of a darker imagination? As King Jetaime and Princess Jaelyn embarked on their tumultuous journey, the chessboard of power and revenge unfolded. Locked in a dance of secrets and hidden motives, the two found themselves entangled in a love that defied the expectations set by the world. The King, who had never allowed anyone close, now placed his heart willingly in her hands. Princess Jaelyn, driven by the flames of vengeance, found an unexpected ally in the man she was supposed to despise. Together, they navigated the treacherous waters of courtly politics, facing a power struggle fueled by conspiracies that threatened to tear them apart. In the battle between love and destiny, the question lingered like an ethereal mist — was their connection a mere human maneuver or a divinely fated love? As the story unfolded, the narrative wove a tapestry of twists and turns, challenging the very essence of their existence. Could love truly conquer all things, or were some cases destined to be eternally hopeless? Two empty hearts, two lives devoid of love, collided in a dance of darkness and light. A monster king and an evil queen united to become one, their journey unfurling like a forbidden scroll. The world watched with bated breath as the saga unfolded — a tale of love, betrayal, and the relentless pursuit of a destiny that defied the predetermined life. Cover by Java graphics.

"What is fate? Are the choices we make considered fate? What determines someone or something's fate? These are the questions our protagonist/MC will ponder throughout his mystical journey. These peculiar events will shape the fate and destiny of both the protagonist and his world, challenging him to protect those he hold dear. His adventures begin with the discovery of the possibility of time travel." *** In the shroud of midnight's deepest darkness, atop the loftiest peak, a spark ignited with sudden brilliance. As the spark intensified, it drew the attention of onlookers. Some were gripped by despair at this unexpected anomaly, while others erupted in joyous celebration. With each crescendo of despair and cheer, the spark burned brighter. Flash, Rumble, and Boom—intense light illuminated the heavens, accompanied by the cacophonous symphony of thunder and lightning. It felt as though doomsday itself was on the doorstep. As the initial shock wore off, people snapped into action, desperately seeking refuge to safeguard their fragile lives. Meanwhile, those who reveled in the chaos reveled even more, finding perverse joy in the despair of others. *** Amidst this unfolding spectacle, the initial spark transformed into a radiant, swiftly rotating circular object, periodically emitting sparks of electricity. As the circular object's rotation gradually decelerated, three silhouettes came into view. The boy, around 17 years old, possessed a sharp visage, handsome features, vantablack hair, and gray eyes that fluctuated in color with his emotions. He tightly held a beautiful girl with soft skin, alluring blood-red eyes, silver-blonde hair, and an hourglass figure. Together, they gazed to their left, where a gorgeous young woman of their age captured the boy's attention. What fascinated him the most were her brown wolf-like ears and a constantly wagging tail, accompanied by a joyful smile on her face. As the radiance of the circular rotating object dimmed, they all found themselves in a heartfelt group hug, reunited in this mystical moment. *** After some time, the three of them resolved to investigate the peculiar situation they found themselves in. While the girls marveled at their surroundings in awe, the boy's attention was drawn to a letter displayed on the control panel of his "Time Machine."

Official Kriegersen Discord: https://discord.gg/7snGmrYZTw Within the annals of time, amidst the wondrous realm of Everdawn, a place where the boundaries between myth and reality blurred, an enigmatic and ancient soul by the name of Revan came into existence. Unlike ordinary beings, Revan's life unfolded at a glacial pace, his physical form forever trapped in the guise of a 10-year-old child, while the true breadth of his age spanned across countless millennia. In this mystical domain, the devout citizens held Vampira, the ethereal goddess of night and vampirism, in utmost reverence, as she bestowed upon her faithful followers the coveted gifts of eternal life and boundless power. As the celestial calendar marked the arrival of Revan's 10,000th birthday, an air of both celebration and apprehension enveloped Everdawn. But fate, in its cruel design, had decreed a tragic turn of events, as a merciless crusade was waged against his kind on this very day - a dark and brutal massacre that severed his immortal existence within the realm. Standing precariously on the precipice of oblivion, Revan's very essence teetered on the edge of vanishing into the void. Yet, in a divine twist of fortune, Vampira herself interceded, her ethereal grace snatching him from the cold embrace of death. In a transcendent act that defied the confines of time and space, Revan was summoned to a new world, a realm yet to be named, drawn by the unbreakable bond he shared with Vampira. This mysterious and enchanting land unfolded its grand tapestry before him, a world resonating with echoes of European fantasy. Here, magic flowed like an untamed river, and mythical creatures roamed freely amidst the sprawling verdant landscapes. Within these uncharted horizons, Revan would emerge as the sole vampire, the last remnant of his kind, a living emblem of the bloodmarked legacy that spanned the annals of history. In a miraculous twist, Revan found himself reborn into a matured form, no longer confined to the haunting burden of perpetual youth. Vampira's divine blessing transformed him into a resolute and powerful 24-year-old man, unburdened from the weight of a child's visage, a visage he had borne for ten millennia. As he embarked upon this new chapter of existence, Revan traversed the uncharted territories of this captivating realm, navigating through diverse cultures and civilizations, all while carrying the weight of his past and the mantle of being the sole vampire in this unexplored world. His faith in Vampira remained unwavering and steadfast, guiding his path as he sought to unravel the purpose behind his reincarnation and the profound role he played in this foreign land. In a tale brimming with awe-inspiring wonders and treacherous challenges, Revan's journey of redemption, growth, and the pursuit of leadership unfolded in the epic narrative of "The Bloodmarked Legacy: Revan's Awakening." The fate of this mesmerizing and vast realm rested upon his shoulders, a realm he must now navigate as the last guardian of a bloodline etched in eternity.

The story is about a 17 [ hundred of years] old Anying who got given the very things he dislikes in life. he loves world peace, freedom, fun and... food. hated killing, Gore , hunger and boredom amongst many others well he loves running away from home whenever he was about getting bound to a location and he always escapes. until the day he made the grave mistake of... allowing himself marry two mysterious people in the hopes of acting coquettish and being set free. but he never knew, not wanting to get tied to the affairs of the throne would get him tied to the affairs of a dome instead. well join this foodie and his tamers as they go through the journey of... taming each other out ... a might likely to find cut scene ... Arenas of death. he abandoned it for years, and came back to meet he had downgraded to third from first rank. that was how hard the game was no worries, he was glad that the game's progress was saved in his cloud account. so he just reinstalled it and continued to regain his former glory The cute thing was so busy playing a game that he didn't notice someone behind him until he heard a deep deadly voice " hand it over ". " ah!". he screamed and turned around thereby loosing hold on the controls of his character. his heart was pounding hard as he held the fabric covering his chest. ' dude you scared me! ' he wanted to yell but no he got up and jumped of the bed to keep his distance before staring at the man's handsome yet chilling visage. he had no time to admire the Man's physique at the moment as he asked while gulping trying to divert the man's attention. " w--what are you, d--doing here?". he was also curious with his fear on why the ice cube was in his room and not being a decoration in his usual position. but his question was met with the darkening of electric blue orbs and a chilling. " now ". ' momma... '. he took a step back instead of handing the phone over because he didn't want his phone to get confiscated... but there was nothing wrong with his phone! this was bullying!!. due to his actions, the room temperature dropped and when he thought the devil would pounce on him, his phone left his hand and appeared on the taller man's outstretched hand. "noooooooo!!! --". " shut up". interupted the flirt who had been leaning on the door bane. Anying didn't dare stare at his face but he could feel dreadful eyes on him. "y-you! what are you doing with my phone!". he yelled when he saw the ice cube's slender fingers operating his phone with lightning speed. but he got no response. "..." Anying began sweating " there's nothing in it !. hand it over !". he was ignored until 30 seconds later, the cube handed him his phone. when he snatched it waringly, he heard the flirt ask in nonchalance " did you delete it from the clouds?". "yes" the cube replied. the foodie got a bad feeling, so he checked his phone quickly and when he did, all Data from his loving game was... gone. it was deleted... for ever... and he couldn't start again because his account was now restricted by the cube. hot tears streamed down his face as he began to sniff. "you're crying because of a mere game ?". his chin was held and he was forced to look up into darkened electric blue eyes. '' mere... mere... mere... mere game! you got jealous of a mere game!. why the heck are you so possessive??!! ".he asked in fury. but the man replied with furrowed brows " it was just non existent Data.l'm still asking why you're crying about it ". unbelievable!. " you got jealous of non existent set of data! why!! ". the guy was furious. ".... " speechless. " because he can. and you have nothing to do about it. you don't have a choice anyway, so stick to whatever we tell you ". answered the flirt. silence then, " I want a deep kiss ". says the flirt as he walked towards him. " no! " screamed Anying. in this kind of situation?!. the flirt tilted his brow in question and asked " who asked you? ". right.

Lewis Johnson has spent the majority of his life in Victorian England as the adopted son of a successful English businessman and has made his mark as a writer of adventure stories under the pen name L.M. Johnson with the help of his strolls around London with his childhood friend. A man of peculiar visage amongst any Englishman, he was found as a child in an Asian archipelago ruled by the Spaniards. As he wanders through London while dealing with the pressure of heirship to his father’s business, he finds himself in situations he has never been in before.

A kidnapping. A girl disappears. But not a single person knew about it. No one came for her. When the girl met her kidnapper, did she cry? Scream? Or did she desperately try to escape? Excerpt: A man, handsome, beyond words was standing before her, in the moonlight, he looked like a being out of this world. That perfect visage was ruined by a pair of bloody fangs. Stained with HER blood. "Are you afraid?" Still that question. She didn't answer. With a step after another, she came in front of him. Did she fear him? "No" How could she? He was the light in her darkness, the only string that was still tying her to life: he was the reason she was still alive. She could never bring herself to hate him, even if he were to be a monster, the worst that ever walked through the entire planet. "I kidnapped you." His eyes darkened while looking down at the woman searching for a handkerchief, his expression unfathomable. The girl smiled back. "No, you gave a new home." She started cleaning the blood on his face. "I will never let you go." He didn't give up. He needed to know, he needed to make sure that what was happening wasn't a dream, that it wasn't an illusion waiting for him to fall deeper before it shatters, leaving him totally helpless and alone. She could understand what he was thinking. It wasn't a foreign feeling to her. After cleaning all the blood, he put away the handkerchief. She started gently stroking the man's facial features. Her every single movement couldn't hide her love. Even those sharp fangs didn't frighten her, because she believed he was the only person that could never hurt her. "Who said I was letting you go?" She gave him a self-righteous smirk. "You are the only person left to me, if you even dare think about leaving me, I don't mind chasing you to the end of the world and chaining you back." She teasingly squeezed his chin. "Now tell me, do you dare to escape?" The man's throat overflowed with deep laughter. "No" The girl squinted happily, while the man clasped the girl's waist helplessly. Rising on her tiptoes and avoiding skillfully the man's fangs she gave him a peck on those thin lips. Not letting the chance slip away, he retracted his fangs, grabbed the back of her head and deepened the kiss. Now, tell me, Reader, are you curious? I'm waiting for you on the other side...

At the day of her mother's funeral, instead of being awakened in her room, Anne found herself in an unfamiliar black woodland. Remembering the event for the day, she looked around the place, only to be chased by a gigantic ravenous wolf to a cliff. Once she fell, she quickly thought that she had lost the creature, then instinctively found it staring at her intently, ready to launch an attack. The wolf then did not hesitate to run towards her and Anne silently prayed for her death. 3...2...1... nothing happened! When Anne opened her eyes, a figure was in front of her having a similar robe she was wearing, the person then slowly turned around and the man's empty visage gave Anne the creeps — its face covered with blackness with only its lips shown. The man was Toto, the guardian of the forestry. With a polite exchangement of words, Toto agreed to help Anne get home, however, Anne lost her memory and who knows where Toto would actually take Anne. "The Galaxies would fought its way to gave me a path to follow; and at the far end, I am very certain to see you. It's not just some random belief, but a conviction!" ------ When a suicidal fiction enthusiast dreamt about wonderland and unconsciously arrived in Neverland — Never the land she was longing for. What would become of her?