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``` Elle était connue sous de nombreux noms : Démonesse, une sorcière maléfique, une héritière née pour régner sur l'enfer, la plus méchante et la fleur la plus venimeuse dans le monde du souterrain. Peu savaient que l'héritière de l'organisation d'assassinats la plus mystérieuse avait un simple rêve. Un rêve que de nombreuses filles avaient : avoir une vie paisible avec un mari et un enfant. C'est pourquoi, lorsque cette leader infâme de l'organisation d'assassins se réveilla dans le corps de Heaven Liu, elle pensait que son rêve de toute une vie s'était enfin réalisé. Mais la réalité était bien loin de ce à quoi elle s'attendait. Heaven Liu était une actrice sur le déclin ; elle avait disparu des feux de la rampe au sommet de la célébrité. La raison ? Une grossesse non désirée. Contrainte d'épouser un homme qu'elle n'aimait pas, le mariage s'effondra facilement — presque au bord de l'irréparable. Avec cette réalité à affronter, serait-elle capable de réparer les cœurs brisés de son mari et de son fils ? Ou bien la distance entre eux continuerait-elle de s'élargir ? Avec ce mariage sans amour dès le départ, y aurait-il une chance pour qu'ils puissent vivre heureux en famille ? Ou était-il trop tard ? Plus important encore, pourrait-elle vraiment échapper aux chaînes qu'elle pensait avoir brisées ? Ou son propre enfer la rattraperait-il pour la traîner retour aux fosses de l'enfer où elle appartient ? ***** LE LIVRE ÉLECTRONIQUE EST MAINTENANT DISPONIBLE SUR AMAZON. LIEN : https://a.co/d/bTeyr0B La traduction espagnole est également disponible sur Webnovel. Lien : https://www.webnovel.com/book/transmigr%C3%A9-y-consegu%C3%AD-un-esposo-y-un-hijo!_29071013600828005 La traduction portugaise est également disponible sur Webnovel ! Lien : https://www.webnovel.com/book/eu-transmigrei-e-ganhei-um-marido-e-um-filho!_29287259500602105### Avertissement : La couverture n'est pas ma propriété. Tous les crédits reviennent à l'artiste. Ceci fait partie de la série Wild de l'autrice. La Miss Héritière Sauvage : Je me suis réincarnée et j'ai obtenu un mari et un fils ! REJOIGNEZ MON SERVEUR DISCORD : https://discord.gg/gXCMQwmrGY ```

``` « Même si cet univers n'est vraiment rien de plus qu'une forêt brutale, sanglante, ombragée, nous les Cultivateurs brûlerons tout ce que nous possédons juste pour produire une faible étincelle vacillante dans les ténèbres ! « Peu importe la faiblesse de chaque étincelle, sa brièveté, sa petitesse… Tant que les étincelles affluent sans relâche, alors un jour, l'une d'entre elles allumera un peu d'amadou, et cet amadou enflammera des branches tombées, et ces branches embraseront chaque arbre de la forêt jusqu'au dernier ! « Au final, même les plus petites étincelles finiront par mettre le feu à la forêt ombragée et illumineront le monde entier ! » ------ ** Qidian International et l'ancien traducteur, M. Strivon, ont trouvé un accord pour racheter les chapitres et les héberger sur notre site. Nous continuerons la traduction à partir du dernier chapitre traduit par M. Strivon ** ```

Title:섭우춘빙 (Seop Woo Chun Bing) Author: 밤꾀꼬리 Description: *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.

Devastated by the death of her destined mate and her family, Reana refused to choose another mate for three years. But with the council breathing down her neck, she had no other choice but to consider her options: Beta Ryan, the one who was chosen by the pack to become her second chance mate. But to everyone's surprise, she chose a servant, Ryder. The pack members and the council were livid. How could they bow to a servant turned Alpha? It was already enough that their Black Moon Pack was magnanimous to strays – in the past, giving them a home and work to help their living conditions, but now, one of such people would become their Alpha? Impossible! No way! What if Ryder was a spy? An enemy in disguise? Meanwhile, Ryder, the servant, was more than that. He was the feared and revered Alpha Snow of the Southern Islands - the dared-devil who was at war with the moon goddess for three lifetimes, just for Reana. And this lifetime, he was going all out, laying all his cards down. Who cares what he has to become just to claim his woman? Since Reana would not marry an Alpha from other packs, yet, was destined to become a Luna, then joining her pack as a 'pitiful' servant was his best bet. *** Reana's heart skipped a beat. There was something about the way Ryder said 'My Luna' that sent a shiver down her spine. The possessive undertone was unmistakable, and for a moment, Reana felt a flutter in her chest. She looked away, trying to compose herself. Perhaps, he didn't mean it that way, after all, he was the first to call her that. It was either 'Luna Reana' or plainly 'Luna.' With this conclusion, she turned back to him, her face cold and indifferent as usual, intending to respond. "You're my cho—" She stopped herself, her gaze drifting to the smudge of blood on his cheek. She didn't like the stain; it marred his handsome face like a drop of red ink on a white ceremonial dress. Without thinking, Reana reached out to clean the blood. As her hand made contact with his warm skin, a jolt of electricity coursed through her. Startled and about to withdraw her hand, Ryder suddenly leaned into her touch. Reana's heart skipped another beat. Ryder's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity. "Does My Luna find me worthy to become her chosen mate?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "I think I have good qualities. I don't have a mate, nor have I ever touched any woman. I'm still a virgin…" *** Please, check the review and character profile first, then prologue chapter before you dive into the story. It's very, very important. More tags~ #Rebirth #Obsession

Ça avait commencé de façon étrange : son chat refusait qu’il le caresse. Lin Qiushi découvrit rapidement que la discorde se répandait tout autour de lui. Puis, un jour, il poussa une porte et découvrit que son couloir, qu'il connaissait par coeur, était devenu un couloir sans fin. Aux deux extrémités de ce couloir se trouvaient douze portes en fer identiques. Il poussa l’une des portes. Ainsi, l’histoire commence.

Chapter 0 "What do you want to be when you grow up, Hyun-woo?" A woman's voice. Soft. Warm. Safe. I didn't know how old I was in this memory, but I was small. Sitting on a plush rug, gripping a crayon too tightly, coloring something-a sky, maybe? The blue was smudged across the page. I looked up. She was smiling. Her face blurred, her features indistinct. But I knew. "I want to be an astronaut," I had said, beaming. She laughed. "An astronaut?" I nodded eagerly. "Or a firefighter. Or maybe an artist! But I also want to be a scientist. And a baker!" Her laughter was light, like wind chimes. "That's a lot of things, my love." "I can do all of them!" She leaned down, brushing a gentle hand over my hair. "You can be anything you want. Whatever makes you happy. Just be a good human being." I held onto those words. For years, I held onto them. Until she was gone. The memory shifted. Another voice. Deep. Familiar. "You're going to be someone great, Hyun-woo." My father. He wasn't like how he was now. His voice back then-it wasn't cold, sharp, or suffocating. It was filled with pride. "You can do anything, son." He meant it. I knew he did. Back then, he believed in me, just like she did. But then– Then she died. And everything changed.

You spot a mysterious, shiny ring on the ground. It gleams under the sunlight, almost calling out to you. Curiosity gets the better of you. You pick it up… and without thinking, slip it onto your finger. Boom. Something shifts. Suddenly, you feel an unstoppable urge no, a need to clean. Dust? You see it everywhere. Smudges? You wipe them in seconds. Mess? You can’t rest until everything sparkles. You've turned into a full-blown cleaning maniac with expert-level skills in mopping, scrubbing, organizing, and more. This isn’t normal. This ring? It’s cursed or maybe enchanted. Now, your life is a whirlwind of shine, soap, and secrets. Because the deeper you scrub, the more you uncover... and soon, you'll realize this isn't just about cleaning anymore.

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.

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"Are you quite sure you're alright? You look a little... flushed." His hands were still tangled in my hair, gripping the strands in his strong fingers. My lipstick on his lips, smudged. Heat emanated from his gaze, eyeing me like a predator did his prey. As usual, he didn't say much, but I knew he wanted me. To devour me. Claim me. Own me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lily Robinson is young, fresh out of college, and will go to any length to secure the money needed for her father's chemotherapy. When she gets a strange job offer from a mysterious businessman to spy on his billionaire cousin for him, it seems all her problems have come to an end. However, this job immediately becomes far more complicated when the billionaire pays her double to work for him instead, and lie to her employer. Caught in a web of love, deceit and betrayal, Lily is unsure of what sort of game she is being played into, and will do just about anything to survive. Of course, there's also the not-very-negligible issue of her gorgeous billionaire employer. Will the sparks between them blossom? Or will the dangerous games she's playing lead to her destruction?

One day, a colossal meteorite struck the Earth, triggering a series of cataclysms. While humans were just beginning their process of recovery and planet reconstruction, an unknown energy began to spread across the Earth. Trees grew larger, animals became more powerful, threatening the survival of humankind. Fortunately, humans did not remain passive; they evolved as well, harnessing this energy to increase their own power. Among them, some received a gift from the universe from birth: a plane seed. Over time, as the Earth expanded, the rate of plane seeds among humans continued to rise, to the extent that almost every human possessed one. A new chapter in human history unfolded, with gods as the backbone of society. Some people will call it a new dawn; the dawn of the gods, Anonymous, May 28, 81395. (english is not my birth language, so there might be some faults in the traduction)

Isis walked slowly into the bathroom, her heart beating with unease. She heard muffled voices, followed by soft chuckles. Her steps faltered. The voices were familiar — a man’s deep tone mixed with a woman’s gentle laughter. A cold feeling crept through her chest. She recognized them, but she desperately hoped she was wrong. With trembling hands, she moved closer to the door, the sounds becoming clearer. Her breath caught as she gently pushed the door open. The sight before her made her freeze in shock. Barry, the man she loved and planned to propose to, stood in the small bathroom, holding Melisa — her friend. His lips, smudged with lipstick, confirmed what words couldn’t. Time seemed to stop as her gaze locked on them. A wave of pain shot through her, leaving her numb. The door creaked under her shaky hand, drawing their attention. Barry spun around, panic flashing in his eyes. “I… I can explain,” he stammered, wiping at the lipstick on his mouth with trembling fingers. Isis felt hot tears roll down her cheeks. Her vision blurred, her chest tightened, and without a word, she turned and ran.

Nora Raven, a young beautiful lady who had to drop out of college so that her younger brother could go to high school. She met Jason Anderson who was a CEO of one of the biggest companies in the country. Nora saw Jason walk up to her. He looked up at Nora's makeup-smudged face and line of tears on her cheeks. He was in a black tuxedo and looked as hot as ever. She rolled her eyes when she noticed he didn't stop staring at her. "Are you here to make fun of me? "He didn't reply to her question, instead he said "Let's get married" he said with complete seriousness in his tone. Wait what?" Nora asked. She would make the perfect wife for him since she understood him quite well. If he had chosen Tasha, he wouldn't be able to handle her for 6 months. He realized that she wasn't someone that would act clingy, so she was his best option. "Are you kidding me, sir?" she asked getting upset. "I just need you for 6 months" I hope you all will have a great time reading this novel. If you have any comments, questions or whatsoever-and you would love to do that privately, please you can contact me on my social media handle. Instagram: oyinolaspeaks ~Grace_Harley1

[Uh oh! You have wasted your 999nth life! Literally, you failed!] “Yeah, yeah, no need to smudge it in my face... wait, 999th?!” [Now transferring you to your 1000th life. Lives used: 1000 Remaining: 0 ] "Fuck" A normal girl suddenly finds herself in a R19 game that was banned just a few days ago. Of course, she was extremely angry for she was so close to finishing the game, something many people couldn't do. But then she finds herself as Relyian, someone who was never mentioned the game! She was given 1000 lives to take over a lost empire, just like in the real game, but can she do it? Because she's already failed 999 times and this is her last, and if she doesn't succeed in this life well then the results won't be pretty...

Tear-stained cheeks, my mascara was now an ugly smudge after being ruined with all the crying I had been doing for the past hour. I could not recognize myself as I looked through the mirror. The more I stared at myself the more the tears. I could hear them in the next room. Their moans enraged me and made me feel like throwing up. I retched but nothing came out.  Disgust is what I felt. My life had turned out to be a chaotic mess and I wondered what I had done to deserve all that. I was a good person or so I believed. I smiled through the pain and thought to myself that everything was going to be okay. I did not believe that myself but I had to tell myself to keep going or I would be stuck in a loop with my past trying to set myself free...

Not every monster you fear is unknown. Some are more familiar than everything you hold close. Meet Azalea Hazel, the complete opposite of a girl with whom you feel like something weird would happen. An ordinary high school student with a ordinary circle of acquaintances, see how the world seems to mutate around her incorporating anything and everything sinister. Who is the victim? The journey of an ordinary girl in the midst of an fantastic reality, and her struggle to get out of the clutches of surrealism that binds her. Excerpt: It has been two days and my hands are still shivering; blue veins racing through the papery white folds in the pink skin, blurred, of the cold seeping into the marrow and spreading out seismic waves through the whole of me. My vision is foggy, just the same that has been for years, maybe decades, who knows. And it might be this, or the cold- I wouldn't know- that everything seems blurred to my eyesight. Only one picture on the mantle piece is devoid of the haze that has settled on my lens, or it could be because my mind has memorised it so good that I no longer need to look at it. Or is it simply because the picture itself is of a foggy morning, the evening I remember so clearly that even the smudged lines of the lamp post and the invisible mold of the bus is easily discernible?

Jrandreys, lives the last seven years in a cottage as punishment from his father, in the day he reached 15 he will leave and start his new life as solider because of his mark. english is not my first language so expect tones of grammar mistakes but i'll try to improve with time

She looked at him and smiled "my dear lord, i am broken not fragile for this

traduction française du light novel japonais Fate/strange fake depuis la traduction anglaise

Les failles dimensionnelles relient la terre au continent Xingwu. C'est l'aube de l'ère des arts martiaux ! Serai-je inutile si je ne pratique pas les arts martiaux ? Ne vous inquiétez pas, j'ai un système qui me permet de récupérer des attributs. Lorsque d'autres personnes font tomber des attributs pendant leur entraînement, je peux les récupérer en secret. Hein? Vous venez de dire que frapper les gens leur fera aussi perdre des attributs ? Dans ce cas… Vous avez vaincu un génie du sabre. Il a laissé tomber Compréhension × 2, Talent d'épéiste × 1… Vous les avez ramassés. Vos connaissances se sont améliorées et vous avez acquis un talent d'épéiste de niveau débutant ! Vous avez vaincu un talent de compétence de lame. Il a laissé tomber Technique de combat à la lame × 1, Intention de lame malveillante × 1… Vous les avez ramassés et avez appris une technique de combat à la lame rare ! Vous avez également compris l'intention de la lame malveillante et êtes devenu extrêmement féroce ! Vous avez vaincu un talent physique. Il a laissé tomber Technique physique ×1, Physique de sang sacré ×1… Vous les avez ramassés et avez appris une nouvelle physique de haut niveau ! Vous êtes exceptionnellement chanceux d'avoir reçu le Physique de sang sacré. Cela peut complètement changer votre physique et vous avez gagné un titre de niveau divin "Point de vie infini". Quelqu'un a tué une puissante bête étoilée et a laissé tomber Vision Spirituelle × 1 et Attributs Vides × 60… Vous les avez récupérés secrètement et recevez un talent d'œil spirituel ainsi que 60 points à ajouter à l'un de vos attributs actuels! Vous battez de nombreux adversaires dans votre vie. Vous tuez accidentellement un démon innocent et divisez l'univers en deux lorsque vous pratiquez vos techniques de lame à la maison. Vous explosez le soleil avec votre poing et le monde est englouti dans les ténèbres… C'est là que tu réalises... que tu es invincible !

"Reste avec moi et je te donnerai tout ce que ton cœur désire. Pour toi, ma chérie, je séparerais les montagnes, fendrais la mer, et provoquerais le chaos sur Terre juste pour t'avoir." - - - - - Dans chaque histoire d'amour, il y a toujours une fiancée vengeresse et venimeuse qui était engagée avec le riche et beau PDG qui est tombé pour la pauvre, mais douce et innocente actrice principale. Dans sa soif de son amour, il a brisé sa pauvre fiancée dont l'amour l'a conduite au bord de la folie. Personne ne se souciait jamais de ce que la fiancée ressentait. Zhao Lifei a été préparée toute sa vie pour épouser un homme, mais soudainement, son cœur a été capturé par une autre femme. Elle a été giflée, détruite, et repoussée pour avoir aimé Zheng Tianyi. Elle était prête à sacrifier sa jeunesse, son temps, et son cœur pour cet homme, mais tout ce qu'elle a reçu en retour était de la douleur et du désespoir. Il a fallu deux années dures, mais éveillantes pour que Zhao Lifei comprenne enfin les erreurs qu'elle a commises dans le passé. Après sa rédemption, c'était maintenant à Zhao Lifei de vivre un amour plus grand que celui de l'actrice principale. Plus intelligente, plus battante, et plus spirituelle, Zhao Lifei savait comment survivre dans la cruelle, traîtresse, et dure haute société. "Un fiancé infidèle qui a brisé mon cœur ? Qu'il aille au diable, je trouverai quelqu'un de plus riche !" "Tous mes amis m'ont abandonnée ? Peu importe, je trouverai de meilleurs amis !" "Mes parents me renient ? C'est très bien, mon grand-père est plus riche et plus puissant qu'eux deux réunis !" A l'opposé de la sarcastique Zhao Lifei, se trouvait le très riche et puissant, mais impitoyablement froid, Yang Feng. Yang Feng, le Roi de l'Empire des Affaires, était un homme à craindre. Un cœur de glace, des yeux de pierre, impitoyable mais séduisant, il n'y avait pas une seule personne en ce monde qui osait l'offenser. Beaucoup ont essayé, mais aucun n'a réussi à attirer son attention. Du moins, jusqu'à ce que son chemin croise inopinément celui de Zhao Lifei. Des défis se présenteront, le chaos commencera, et le drame s'ensuivra. Mais après tout, qu'est-ce qu'une histoire d'amour sans perturbation ? Ils disent que l'amour sans conflit n'est qu'un simple béguin et l'histoire de Zhao Lifei et Yang Feng était bien plus que cela. - - - - - Statut du roman : Terminé. Note : Ceci est une histoire originale de moi (xincerely) et non une traduction :) Ce livre se trouve exclusivement sur webnovel.com. Veuillez NE PAS le reposter ailleurs. Discord de l'histoire : https://discord.gg/N5zzn6t Instagram de l'auteur : xincerely_author Editeurs et Correcteurs : Yserieh, ketaki, deelah, SniperGirl, dumdum007, YunRei, Blissful, ninaviews, Ocelot, Hoodwinhemmford, PantojaC0311, _pia29, dumdum007, filledelisle, myco, rosie, and littlebakergirl

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

It's the history, the real history of the exoskeleton and a little of my imagination. It's majoritary a traduction of europe-terre-avenir.eu .

Traduction Française de Gimai Seikatsu

Hashiba Kyouya est un jeune développeur de jeux vidéo. Il perd son travail lorsque l'entreprise qui l'emploie fait faillite et n'a d'autre choix que de retourner dans sa ville natale. Il s'endort en se lamentant sur ses échecs. Lorsque Kyouya se réveille, il découvre qu'il a voyagé dix ans en arrière, avant son entrée à l'université. Profitera-t-il de cette opportunité pour arranger les choses ? Auteur : Nachi Kio Dessinateur : Bonjin Hirameki Cette oeuvre ne m'appartient pas. Les droits d'auteurs reviennent aux ayant-droits. Je ne partage qu'une traduction de mon oeuvre préférée et sans en tirer le moindre profit. Si l'éditeur et/ou l'auteur veulent que je retire je le ferais bien volontier. Je fais cette traduction car je trouve qu'elle mérité une meilleure visibilité en France et une édition serait la bien venue.

Some stories and poems about unexplained or fantasy themes that surround us and that can be charming and curious, such as creepy and suspensive. traductions of the poems of the same book but in spanish called " Historias y poemas sobre la vida, la muerte y otras cosas inexplicables."

This story is about, well me. It’s my story. And yes some parts will seem faked though they aren’t, others will be smudged for the protection of me, my family or others involved. This book, or story, or journal is not to slam anyone or target but to show one side of a hard to swallow story. Walking a mile in my shoes

The god started from nothing and I have destroyed everything. I am chaos. I am the fire that will burn everything. The end is the beginning and the beginning is the end. Life came and thrived and quickly died out. Hundreds of civilization lost as time goes on. Nothing is forgiven. Existence itself is a sin. A mistake. A smudge. A stain. ...So Why does it still exist? [Chaos fell asleep and reincarnated as a baby with no memories of his time as an immortal alien god. This story depicts his daily life growing up.] (this is a slow life type of story. No romance. I'm writing this with no plot as of now.)

C’est l’histoire d’un adolescent de 17 ans possédant de faibles pouvoirs psychique. Il meurt lors d’un accident de bus, il se réincarne alors dans le corps d’un jeune chat dans un monde fantaisy avec ses capacités. ____________________________________________________________ Ce roman est le premier que je publie. J’espère qu’il vous plaira autant qu’il me plaît de l’écrire n’hésiter pas à me donner vos avis en commentaire (de façon constructive), de cette manière je pourrais savoir ce que je dois améliorer ou si ça vous plaît. et j’ai finalement décidé de le publier en français au lieu de l’anglais car de toute manière il y une option de traduction sur Webnovel et c’est plus simple pour moi.

She trudged aimlessly, with bare feet and messy looks. Her blouse was unbuttoned, her hair was tousled, her face was totally smudged. The worst thing that could ever happen to every woman, happened to her. She just got raped. That leads her to the tallest and nearest building she could find. She stood alone at the edge of the building, yet she's not even thinking about ending her life, just drowning in her empty thoughts. "You should take your revenge", that's the last words she heard before someone pushed her, descended to earth. Out of a person's logical thinking, she lives back. What? Why? And how? The questions that even scientists can answer and prove. But one thing for sure, the world might never be the same after this. Once the past changes, the whole world will never be the same. A life that is full of revenge, danger, darkness and brutality. "You can run away with your lies, but I'll come back with a surprise" - Your sweet petty