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*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

[An Announcement from the Author: LLL will undergo major reformations! Expect a reboot of this confusing storyline sometime early January! Thank you for all of your support thus far.] Gods rule over the fundamental creations of life. Lords watch and rule over these Gods’ creations. Phos, the Lord of Light, found himself cornered by a sharpshooter in the dead of the night. This unlikely encounter led to destiny. — The marksman needed to kill a kind, beautiful man. From the photos, his target had crystalline orange eyes and glowing silver hair that cascaded down to the floor in waves. But, as with everything, the real man looked far more lucent and stunning. Like a soft light, like the first glimmer on the ocean’s surface as the Sun arose. Before he could raise his sniper’s rifle to extinguish this ray of light, however, the beautiful target pulled out a pistol and shot him straight in the abdomen. “I hope you don’t die. Good day.” With that, he swiftly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness, his long hair bouncing to his every crisp footstep. Leaving behind the confused marksman, who, dazed, clutched his new wound and slumped to the floor. Later on, the marksman managed to act stupid enough to gain his target’s trust. Showing his true colours, he toyed with a lock of his former victim’s hair, which was as silky and soft as he imagined. He held it to his lips, raised a corner of his black turtleneck to show the bulletwound on his abdomen, and whispered in a deep voice: “This wound, how will you repay it?” The original target, who shined like a dim candlelight under the rays of the moon, stretched up his bound arms to the hitman, brought a gentle hand to his skin, covered the wound… and with an unapologetic, professional business smile, he replied: “I’m sorry, are you really sure you have a scar there? How come I don’t see anything?” The marksman: … It’s because you’re covering it. The man he originally had to kill, who wore white silk pyjamas and a flame-like orange scarf every day and who looked like he could fall over with a slight push from the wind, was actually very resistant—and really, really pissed him off. Cover Art: nonsang_08 Upload Schedule: Every 3 days

[Book’s First Volume is Complete] “There are chosen ones in this world, ones that are born with extremely-high luck and ridiculous talent, unlike us lowly ones who can only wait to grow old and die.” Just like those popular stories he had read online, in this brand-new world where people pursue immortality, Shenshah thought that he too was someone destined to be great. Sadly, years have passed since he transmigrated yet he is still an average person struggling to find his place. Just when Shenshah was about to completely give up on his goals, a strange voice interrupted his thoughts… [Create Family and Earn Rewards System Activated…] “What?” -Never in his wildest dreams did he expected that bringing a wife home would change his fate! ……… Don’t worry as there’s [NO NTR] [NO Yuri] as author strongly disdains such genre. …….. Additional tags- (Lesbian/yuri girl turned straight by mc) (No dense mc) (no hidden pretending to be a big shot) (No Filler chapters) (crisp to the point plot) (No useless mysterious backgrounds) (no beta mc) (Tsundere) (yandere) (Human-non human relationship) (harem) (comedy) (smart and observant mc) (netori) (blackmail) (bloodshed) (Obsessive lovers) (marriage) (pregnancies) (Wholesome love) (elves/werewolves/vampires/dwarves/demons) (regret?) **Cover as well as character Ai images are made and edited by me using Fotor Pro Ai app. To join the author invite only discord server please add me on discord -c2#8780. ——-x——-x—— **English used is mostly Uk/British version.

Thong was but an ordinary young man, dwelling in a remote and rustic village far removed from the bustling cities of the world. His father, the man he cherished above all, had always been the guiding light in his life. Though their bond was unbreakable, his father was plagued by a relentless illness that slowly drained the vitality from his body. Day by day, the malady gnawed away at him until, at last, the inevitable came—his father succumbed to its grip. In the wake of his father’s passing, the family’s modest inheritance was cruelly seized by his elder sister, a woman of great power and renown in the nation. She was a prominent figure in the realms of business and influence, her name commanding respect and fear alike. Yet, her heart harbored no love for their father. She took for herself everything their father had intended to share between his children, leaving Thong with nothing but despair. Wrath burned within him, fierce and unrelenting. In the depths of his anguish, he resolved upon an act most unthinkable. Ignoring the weight of law and morality, Thong took his sister’s life. He struck her down amidst her lavish comforts, her husband falling to his blade as well. The joyous life she had built crumbled in an instant, ended by her own brother’s hand. With his deed done, Thong fled to the humble village of his birth, retreating to the small hut where he had grown up. There, he waited in silence, awaiting the retribution that he knew would come. Those he had slain were figures of immense power; he was certain their allies would hunt him down without mercy. Thong sat within the confines of his hut, his heart heavy yet calm. He closed his eyes, resigned to his fate, but as moments passed, something unfathomable occurred. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a place entirely unfamiliar. The decrepit hut he had known was gone, replaced by a dwelling of intricate craftsmanship and resplendent beauty. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of pine and the faint hum of spiritual energy. Surrounding him was a mountain peak cloaked in thick mist, the heavens above painted with a brilliance he had never seen. His body felt different—stronger, lighter, brimming with an unearthly vitality. Slowly, he came to realize the truth: he was no longer in his own world. Somehow, he had crossed into another realm, one that bore a striking resemblance to the fantastical cultivation tales he had once devoured with fervor. Thong stood there, staring into the endless sky, his heart pounding with both fear and awe. This was a world of immortals, of boundless power and untold possibilities. His journey, it seemed, was only just beginning.

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)

In a marriage of convenience, Nathan, after a night of drinking, has an affair with Ava, leading to her ectopic pregnancy. Before the surgery, Ava calls Nathan, who is preoccupied with his mistress and neglects Ava, even going as far as to accuse her of having an affair and carrying another man's child after the surgery... As their one-year contractual marriage comes to an end, Nathan realizes his feelings for Ava. But Ava is not willing to play along anymore! Excerpt： "I am Nathan Ford's girlfriend, loved by him, as everyone knows. And you... you're just a title holder, soon to be thrown out. By then, you'll lose all your dignity... no, you've already lost it. I bet your deceased mother would turn in her grave if she knew what you've become." Hearing Iris Hart's sharp and biting words, Ava Sterling initially didn't want to stoop to her level. However, the mention of her late mother crossed a line. A crisp slap echoed before Iris Hart could even react, leaving five bright red marks on her face. "Ah—Ava Sterling—you lowlife, how dare you hit me..." Iris Hart realized she had been slapped and reached out to retaliate, but Ava Sterling was prepared and caught her hand easily. "Listen, Iris Hart, if I'm the joke, what does that make you? You're also a joke. At least I'm Nathan Ford's wife by law! You! Iris Hart, are nothing but a mistress scorned by everyone. Every wealthy man may stray, but a hotel is just a hotel, and home is home. There can be many dishes, but there's only one bowl of rice."

A loud crisp from the pages where flipped and echoed in the room. Some were slow as bore fingers forced to change chapters and some were hurry as if getting the concepts in race. It was a well lit room filled with books and the scent of old and new meet an agreement. Only bookworms knew. There is only one person knew that deep in the lined shelves and circulation there is a confession that needs to be expressed. The only person knew is me.

...something felt off. Despite the warmth of the celebration and the thoughtfulness of my friends, a strange unease settled over me. The journal in my hands, while beautiful and personal, felt like a key to something deeper. A weighty reminder that even with all the laughter and joy, there were layers beneath my ordinary life that I had yet to uncover. I opened the journal and flipped through the blank pages, wondering what I could possibly fill it with. As I reached the last page, a folded piece of paper slipped out. It was crisp and unfamiliar, not something I would have expected in a brand-new journal. Curiosity piqued, I unfolded it carefully. The note was handwritten in neat, flowing script: _"Your life is about to change. The key is within you, but you must remember who you are first. Happy birthday, Eli. You are more important than you think."_ A chill ran down my spine as I stared at the words. Who could have written this? How did they know I’d get this journal? The sense of unease that had been gnawing at me all day surged forward, wrapping around my chest like a vice. Suddenly, the classroom door creaked open, and I looked up, startled. Standing in the doorway was a figure I didn't recognize—small and frail, with long, dark hair cascading down her back. Her eyes, large and sorrowful, locked onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. For a moment, the world seemed to still. The air around me grew heavy, and the soft light filtering through the windows dimmed as though a shadow had fallen over the room. Her presence was haunting, almost otherworldly, as if she didn’t belong here—or maybe, as if she belonged more than anyone else. She took a step forward, her lips parting as if to speak. And when she finally did, her voice was barely more than a whisper, but it echoed in my mind with the force of a revelation: _"I'm sorry."_ With that, the room seemed to warp, reality blurring at the edges. Darkness crept in from the corners of my vision, swallowing the confetti, the balloons, the remnants of the party—until all that was left was the girl, the journal, and the strange, foreboding feeling that my ordinary life was about to be shattered forever. And then, everything went black. --- This is how it began: on what should have been a simple, forgettable birthday, I found myself thrust into a mystery far greater than anything I could have imagined. The note in the journal was just the first clue—a breadcrumb leading me toward something I could never have expected. Whatever this was, whoever this girl was, one thing was certain: my world had shifted, and there was no turning back. I was Eli, and my story was just beginning.

**Introduction:** In a small apartment cluttered with gaming consoles, empty soda cans, and half-read fantasy novels, John Mercer spent his days lost in the virtual worlds that offered a refuge from his bleak reality. A once-passionate gamer, John's enthusiasm had waned, replaced by a numbing routine and a growing sense of despair. His favorite escape was "The Lord of the Rings," a world of epic battles and heroic quests that seemed infinitely more vibrant than his own. John had always dreamed of living in Middle Earth, where he could wield a sword, cast spells, and stand against the forces of darkness. The world of Tolkien was his sanctuary, a place where he could imagine himself as a hero rather than a faceless player in an endless grind of online games. But those were just fantasies, fleeting moments of solace that dissipated as soon as he logged off and returned to the harsh light of day. One fateful night, after hours of playing yet another repetitive dungeon crawl, John fell asleep with "The Lord of the Rings" open beside him. He dreamed of vast forests, ancient cities, and a sky filled with stars. But this dream was different. It felt vivid, almost tangible, as if he could reach out and touch the trees, hear the rustle of leaves, and feel the weight of a sword at his side. When John awoke, he found himself in a place that was both familiar and utterly foreign. The air was crisp and filled with the scent of pine and earth. He was in a forest, unlike any he had seen in his world—tall, majestic trees that seemed to touch the sky, their leaves whispering secrets in the breeze. Confusion gave way to awe as he realized where he was: Middle Earth, the land of his dreams. Before he could fully grasp his situation, a glowing interface appeared before his eyes, reminiscent of the games he used to play. It displayed a series of stats, skills, and quests, transforming his existence into a game-like system. John's heart raced as he read the words that would change his life forever: **Welcome, John Mercer. You have been chosen.** **Current Location: Middle Earth - Lórien Forest** **Objective: Discover your purpose in this world.** The system was intuitive, responding to his thoughts and guiding him through his first steps in this new reality. It granted him basic abilities, increasing his strength, agility, and perception to levels beyond anything he had known. He could see his stats, skills, and inventory, just as he had in countless games before. But this was no game—it was real. As John explored his surroundings, he encountered the beautiful and enigmatic Lady Galadriel and the wise Lord Celeborn, rulers of Lothlórien. They welcomed him with a mixture of curiosity and caution, sensing the unusual nature of his arrival. John chose to keep the truth of his origins a secret, knowing that his knowledge of their world could be both a blessing and a curse. In the days that followed, John trained tirelessly, learning to harness the power of the Heart of Lórien, a mystical artifact that pulsed with a radiant energy. He discovered that his game-like system could interface with the Heart, amplifying his abilities and granting him access to powerful magic. Each quest he completed, each skill he mastered, brought him closer to understanding his role in this world. But Middle Earth was not the idyllic paradise he had imagined. Dark forces were stirring, shadows that threatened to engulf the light. John soon found himself at the forefront of a looming war, tasked with defending Lórien from the encroaching darkness. With every battle, he grew stronger, his resolve hardening as he faced the reality of his new life. As the shadow of war loomed larger, John knew that his journey was only beginning. He would need to forge alliances, uncover ancient secrets, and confront the darkness that sought to consume Middle Earth. With the power of the Heart of Lórien and the strength of his allies, he would stand against the shadows and fight for

The morning sun filtered through the dense canopy of ancient trees that bordered the small town of Riversend, casting dappled shadows across the cobblestone streets. The air was cool and crisp, filled with the sounds of chirping birds and the gentle murmur of the nearby river. Riversend was a quaint settlement nestled on the edge of the enchanted forest of Sylvanor, known for its serene beauty and its vibrant market that thrived each morning. In the heart of the town, the aroma of freshly baked bread and sizzling sausages wafted from the bustling marketplace. Vendors called out their wares, and townsfolk moved about with a relaxed ease, their conversations blending into a harmonious hum of everyday life. Amidst this picturesque scene, a figure moved with an unusual blend of nonchalance and purpose. read to find out more

Donovan Carver tugged at the collar of his crisp, white linen shirt as he surveyed the scene before him. Anchored just off the coast, his friend Encore's lavish yacht was the epitome of opulence - a floating palace complete with a full bar, dance floor, and more beautiful women than one man could possibly hope to entertain. As the CEO of a multi-billion dollar tech empire, Donovan was no stranger to such extravagant affairs. But tonight, his mind was not on business deals or his criminal exploits as the head of the most powerful crime syndicate on the East Coast. No, his attention was solely focused on the vision of the woman who had just emerged from below deck. She was unlike any woman he had ever encountered - tall, with skin the color of rich mahogany and eyes that burned with an intensity that made his pulse quicken. Her thick, dark curls tumbled over her shoulders and her full lips were painted a deep crimson. There was a fire in her, a spiritedness that called to him in a way he couldn't quite explain. Donovan felt a primal stirring within him as he watched her scan the room, her gaze settling on him for the briefest of moments before moving on. There was a fire in her, a spiritedness that called to him. He had to know her, had to possess her. With a casual nod to his right-hand man, Donovan downed the last of his scotch and set off to make his move. No one denied Donovan Carver what he wanted - and he wanted this woman, body Anne soul

Two ordinary friends find themselves getting exactly what they wanted. Be careful what you wish for.

I have killed and I will kill again muttered Quinn Chester Likham as he felt heavy with the burden of his his grandfather's crusade, Quinn cursed his very exitence wondering what brought about the abomination called his family, Quinn drowned in thoughts but one thing was sure his resolute in his purpose. As he gazed up at the moon, its light illuminating around him he sat on the crow tower , he could not help but feel a sense of awe and wonder. Though his path was difficult and uncertain, he knew he must walk it, for the sake of those who had been wronged by his family's actions. He took a deep breath, Quinn knew he was fated to battle the court of deablous and even the seven kings of hell to make good of Barzzel's mis deeds ,the crisp night air filling his lungs. He had a long road ahead of him, but he was determined to see it through to the end even at the cost of his own life.

1. Everyone knows that the most powerful alpha in the werewolf world is Harrison. There are many legends about him. One of the most mysterious things is that he never announced his Luna. For six years, he hadn't talked about his mate, and no woman could get near him. 2. Six years later, Kayla. returned to the city where she lived. In one encounter, Harrison, with red eyes and a hoarse voice, pressed her against the wall and said, “Do you think your tears still work for me?” Kayla looked down and did not speak. Suddenly a crisp child's voice sounded. “Mommy, what are you doing here?” Looking at the little girl, his pupils constricted. “Is this your daughter?” He asked. 3. “So you broke up with the father? He got you and dumped you and your daughter?” Harrison threw his cigar into the ashtray, the corners of his mouth twitching with anger. “Tell me who the father is and I'll make him pay.” Kayla looked at the man she had missed for six years. She didn't know how to tell her that he was the father.

In thе hеart of a moonlit forеst, whеrе shadows dancеd among thе trееs and a haunting brееzе whispеrеd sеcrеts, Elara stirrеd. Hеr еyеs flickеrеd opеn, grееtеd by thе shimmеring light of thе full moon that hung high abovе thе canopy. Confusion cloudеd hеr mind, a hazе of disoriеntation that clung to hеr likе a fog. As shе triеd to sit up, a burning thirst gnawеd at hеr throat, a sеnsation unlikе any shе had еvеr еxpеriеncеd. Panic grippеd hеr as hеr surroundings camе into focus; thе trееs sееmеd tallеr, thе rustling lеavеs crispеr, and hеr sеnsеs morе acutе. Somеthing had changed in hеr, somеthing bеyond hеr comprеhеnsion. A mirror-likе pond nеarby bеckonеd to hеr, rеflеcting thе moon's еthеrеal glow. Elara staggеrеd to hеr fееt, еvеry movеmеnt fееling both forеign and oddly gracеful. Shе stumblеd to thе watеr's еdgе and pееrеd into hеr rеflеction, only to gasp at thе facе staring back at hеr. Hеr fеaturеs wеrе morе dеfinеd, hеr еyеs a shadе darkеr, and an air of othеrworldly bеauty surrounding hеr. Thе rеalization hit hеr likе a bolt of lightning – shе was no longer human. Thе word еchoеd in hеr mind: a vampirе. It was a chilling thought, a crеaturе of myth and tеrror. But it еxplainеd thе thirst that clawеd at hеr insidеs, thе yеarning for somеthing shе couldn't quitе namе.

There is no eternal friendship... only eternal benefits. Ashvale Oberius Navarin is the heir to one of the most prestigious noble families, a crime family in the drug business to be exact and a young chemistry professor. All of his students admire him. In their entire life, they have never seen a person more kind, friendly, and innocent than him. He has a special aura to him that makes one instantly smitten or want to protect him. An angel of a person is supposed to be the heir to one of the evilest crime families, it's almost unreal. Soon everything turns topsy-turvy as the entire human population transmigrates into a fantasy world. In this unknown and mysterious world where humans rank the lowest in the species hierarchy, Ashvale must find his place in the new society. A society, that contains peculiar powers that were only thought to exist in fiction such as Magic and a group of beings called Sponsors. With the introduction of these peculiar powers, there is chaos among humans, their entire community has fallen apart with no distinction between the poor, rich, noble, and the middle. Everyone is greedy for the top spot, the peak of the mountain where the air is crisp. In such a reality, Ashvale Oberius Navarin, the noble heir to the house of Navarin was fated to cease existing. However... Ashvale was still alive and that too healthy and even kinder than before. All that knew Ashvale had question marks in their mind. The 25-year-old had completely exceeded their expectations, frankly speaking... It was a miracle. Or.... was it? People believe what they want to believe, not what they hear, not what they see. Can a naive idiot really survive in such a dangerous world? Is Ashvale Oberius Navarin... really the person people believe him to be? Questions... questions...questions. Why would anyone want a dangerous enemy?.. When one can have a caring friend or a harmless fool capable to be the butt of their jokes. In this fantasy world where mythical creatures, elves, and dragons exist...the line between illusion and reality is a tightrope and to cross it... a great leap of faith is needed.

With Pepper Hart, you can count on two things - She always get want she wants and you will most definitely cry yourself to sleep after encountering her. Her life is perfect. She got class. She was fun. She is the boss…Kind of. After draining her life savings to buy a beautiful house at the right side of town with hopes of a promotion, Pepper was passed over. Now she has two missions, making the man that got her promotion cry as often as humanly possible and getting the perfect roommate. Except her grandparents were board certified crazy and are going out of their way to set her up with a man...or woman, If Gigi and Gramps can find a hermaphrodite they would set Pepper up with them. Now, Gramps is dying and all he wants is a son in law and Pepper has to pull a one in a lifetime miracle…find the perfect man. But the perfect man wasn't Pepper's dream; all she wanted was the perfect roommate. But after her best friend jokingly suggests she enters in a contract marriage with her roommate in exchange for a reduced rent. Pepper hart jumped on the offer. It was the perfect solution except there was a teeny weenie problem. Pepper Hart forced the wrong person into marrying her and now he wants a real marriage. Can Asher tame the wild beast or will Pepper burn him to crisp? *************** "Asher!" "Honey… I am home" The man Pepper got married to earlier said with a big old smile. Pepper screamed louder. Asher watched the woman in front of him and he watched his wristwatch. Great! It's been two minutes and her mouth was still open and his eardrum was about to be damaged. He grabbed her shoulders and he rubbed his hand in a parallel motion on them. "Stop. Screaming!" He begged her but Pepper just kept on screaming. Taking a deep breath, Asher pressed his mouth into hers to shut her up. It was night and people might call the cops if she kept yelling like she just saw a cockroach in her oatmeal. Pepper’s eyes were wide open as the shock of being kissed without permission went through her. She simply stomped Asher's foot as hard as he could and he stopped kissing her. "Ouch! That really hurts" Asher complained while he hopped on one foot. "You don't kiss me without prior permission, pervert or touch me or breathe. In fact right this moment, you should minimize how much air you take in, in my expensive apartment" Pepper waved her hand as she talked. "God! You must have been a general in the army in your past life. That or you were Cinderella's stepmom" Asher finally stopped hopping. "What are you doing here?" Pepper asked him. "Yeah! I think we got married...for real" Asher whispered to her like it was a secret he was trying to keep from getting out. "I know I was there" Pepper yelled like she was disgusted. Asher waited about two seconds for her to feel whatever she was feeling before he made his proposition. "I want an annulment, darling wife. Staying married to you will reduce my lifespan considerably" Asher had a straight face and he nodded like it made perfect sense. Pepper clasped her hand together as she thought of a solution to their dilemma. "Annulment...no, I can't give you that until Angel Michael let's my Gramps into heaven. Apparently, he is unfulfilled and…" pepper was interrupted by Asher. "Wait! Gramps is still alive?" Asher asked her. Cover is not mine. Credit goes to the rightful owner and if the owner wants me to take it down, just say the word.

Crisp air, unfamiliar sky, and three sleeping silhouettes mar the scene. Far, far away from Earth, three best friends confusedly wake up in an unfamiliar world. They must venture on a long and arduous journey, experience world-shattering phenomena and face unimaginable challenges, if they ever wish to return back to Earth. In the new world filled with mysteries, the key to exploring the unknown lies in one's strength. Little do they know, they were not alone in this enigmatic world. [Ding] ---------------------------------------------- 4-5 Chapters a week!~

Seven realms. Seven races. Seven champions. But only one will prevail. ** Volume 1 ** Kyra Burkhardt, a fairy who was abused by her own father, the Fairy King. In the midst of disasters, she attempts to escape with her mother and live quietly in the mortal realm. But she failed. Facing her father's wrath, her mother rushes in to save her. Watching her mother die, her heart was pierced with uncontrollable fury. She raised her sword against him but she died in his hands. By some miracle, a voice called out to her. Reviving her from the door's death. And yet, what she saw when she came back is a desolate hometown burned and crushed into crisp. Bodies of fairies were scattered in the streets, some were hung in the World Tree. Others were hung on display at the Elven Croft Palace. And one of them is her father. Then the voice speaks to her again, "Do you want to get revenge on the mortals who massacred your race?" Her body is shaking from the anger that eats away her mind. When she heard mortals, her body shivers uncontrollably. "They did this?" "Yes," "Where can I find them?" "Come to the Tower of Erase." _____________________________________________ A big shout out to Izen Dale who created this cover for me. Seriously, she created most of my book covers and it was so good ^^ just see the blend of colors, so amazing!

Max was your average guy eat crisps,eat cake, and loved watching tv. He wakes up one fine morning, to his world changing over night given a game like system, he will make the best of what he's got mostly insanity at least that's what the system gives him for being himself.  Ok first story guys sorry if anything is wrong with it tell me and also I'm mainly doing this for my own amusement. i dont own the gamer i do own my charecter and ideas

[WARNING!!! R-18 content] "you know what is more intresting?" the cruel man cocked his head as his lips curled in to a sinister smile,"watching your prey spend the rest of life looking over it's shoulder. fearing the next second maybe the last..." he grinned as he watched her squirm under his gaze, her doe like eyes brimming with frightened tears. his rough fingers dug into her jaw, "I may let you go now but the next time I see you it will be your last." his eyes hardened as he threatened her. ...... when Juliet wakes up after her failed boxing match, what has her fearing is not her injured leg but the eerie visions she began to see. she began to question her sanity because those memories are not hers but a woman named Juliet who is somehow connected to her. until she bumps into the villian from Juliet's past. the man wrapped in crisp suits with imperious green eyes that of a lethal snake and graceful steps that of a predator. a selfish man with a sinister smile who will not hesitate to use innocent pawns in his dangerous games with a laugh. a silent puppeteer in the shadows with the world in his palm, he was an evil entity that gods should have never created. and now with his dark eyes on his new toy, will juliet survive?

A forbidden spell was casted, altering the alignment of the stars. Unleashing chaos unto the world, breaking its foundations and brought total destruction to the balance of all that is known. Nations are at each other's throat, waging deadly war where there are no winners. The world became a desolate plain filled with blood and dead bodies, along with suffering people ruled by the evil. The handy work of the dark forces. The fairy Queen sensed this depending trouble and declared a prophecy with the aid of the heavens. Time will turn back to when it all started. A soul of one of the most powerful people of this world will be chosen to rewrite the stars, someone to unveil the mask of evil and stop the world from plunging into darkness once more. The evil forces will cast their spell once more, this time, the fiery flames of light will burn a hole into their plans. Kestramore, the most powerful and thriving empire, the root of it all, which contains both the light and the darkness, will be the battleground. Good thing they have their Crown prince as their aid, who is also known as the Dragon Prince. His soul has been chosen as the vessel. He will be brought back in time to major event of his life, when the true living started. He only has one disadvantage, the spell the heavens casted was too complicated for the human body, leading to his memory to be locked up and has to recover them, himself. But its all good. The Dragon Prince has returned and his roars are fierier than ever. No one messes with his people. You don't wanna see him when he is angry. Don't forget, the lovely maiden of the Celestine Manor. Watch out, Her flames will leave a mark or burn you to a crisps. An ACE to whatever side she joins. Really hope she doesn't end on wrong side. Cause that means goodbye world. This pair don't like people messing with what is theirs. Get ready cause this world is about to get interesting.

One day, heavenly purple lightning struck a farmer's choysum field All of the choysum in the field were burnt to a crisp All except one choysum, He had taken the brunt of the lightning and unlike his brethren, he had survived unscathed. This because he was a never before seen sentient vegetable. His name was Shandeey... And this choysum would later come to be known as the Sovereign of all Vegetables

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.

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 !

Yun Jiu was an ace special agent, but after escaping from her organization, she ended up transmigrating into the body of a girl called Yun Chujiu. And she was... the weirdest girl in Ye City... Useless, ugly, trash who can't cultivate, ungrateful wretch who backstabbed her adopted family for the enemy family. But excuse me, I'm ugly?! I'll turn into a butterfly and blind all of you with my beauty! I'm TRASH?! I have celestial lightning in my hands! I'll roast all of you to a crisp! I'll walk across the lands with my sharp tongue as my weapon, and you can all fawn over me! But a certain supreme lord just held his weapons and cut down all of the people who admire her... And a certain girl just smiled. "If you cut down my admirers, I'll destroy your admires. We're both evil wretches, if we're together, aren't we just a match made in hell?" 　　

# STUBBORN Ming Yao suffered from severe insomnia. In her last life, she had even died because of it. Coming back to life once more, she woke up to a moody tyrant husband by her side. The man threw divorce papers at her. “Sign it! We’re getting a divorce!”Ming Yao signed the agreement without a word. However, she regretted it in less than a night. She realized that she still suffered from severe insomnia in this life. No medicine could cure her, and the only thing that made her fall asleep was her husband’s clear, crisp breathing. Everyone said that Madam Gu loved Fourth Master Gu. Even though she was abused all day long, she still treated him like her first love. Until one day, Ming Yao finally developed a drug for her insomnia. At the banquet, she held a superstar’s arm with a bright smile, then threw divorce papers at Gu Siye.“Mr. Gu, the papers have been signed. From now on, we’ll have nothing to do with each other!” Fourth Master Gu tore up the papers on the spot. He shoved her into a corner, his eyes sharp. “It’s fine if you want to leave, but return what you stole first!” “What did I steal?” “My heart!”Everyone ridiculed Ming Yao for being ignorant, incompetent, and frivolous. They waited for Fourth Master Gu to kick her out. Some media outlets boldly revealed that Ming Yao was dating the number one hacker in the world. The number one hacker: “Who spread such rumors? That’s my master!” Not long after, the media revealed that Ming Yao entered and left the same hotel as a luxury designer. The number one designer: “She’s my boss.” Seeing the woman dating different men every day, Fourth Master Gu was furious. He bit the woman’s lips and declared to the whole world, “Mrs. Gu belongs to me! Who dares to spread baseless scandals again?!”

Liu Shiqing spent thirty bucks on an old radio, only to discover it was a hi-tech signal receiver from the future. He managed to polish up an article pulled out of the future world's internet and sent it to the US "Science" magazine's email inbox. The paper got published smoothly and soon enough, beauties from around the world, Saudi princes waving crisp US dollars, and American and Japanese tycoons started pouring into Liu Shiqing's school.

``` 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 ```