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(1v1, pur et doux) Résidence du Prince de Xiliang. Avec une énergie de tigre et à seulement 5 ans, le Petit Prince Xiao Moxi a vu sa mère repartir vers les champs, et son visage rond comme un petit pain s'est crispé de frustration. Regardant son père à côté de lui avec affliction, il se plaignit avec une air de sagesse mondaine, "Père, comment as-tu pu tomber amoureux de ma mère, qui aime toujours partir?" Xiao Yeyang jeta un coup d'œil oblique à son fils précocement mature, puis feignit de réfléchir à la question. En effet, pourquoi était-il tombé amoureux de cette femme? Après un long silence... "Qui sait? Peut-être que ma tête s'est coincée dans une porte!" Échangeant un regard de commisération mutuelle, le père et le fils poussèrent un soupir impuissant à l'unisson. Que faire quand vous êtes coincé avec une femme qui n'est jamais à la maison? Il n'y a qu'une chose à faire avec votre propre Princesse Consorte (mère) — la choyer, bien sûr! … Transportée dans l'antiquité avec un espace rempli de fleurs de riz, tout ce qu'elle voulait, c'était de vivre tranquillement sa vie dans les champs. Inattendu, avec un père qui était un magistrat de comté, elle fut forcée de quitter la campagne pour la ville! La vie en ville était animée d'activités, et pour avoir son mot à dire à la maison, elle acheta des domaines, cultiva des fleurs et des herbes médicinales, et développa des variétés de grains à haut rendement et de haute qualité. Remarquablement, elle aida son père, qui avait été magistrat de comté pendant neuf ans, à monter échelon par échelon, amenant la modeste famille Yan dans les cercles élites de Beijing! Ceci est l'histoire d'une fille noble issue d'une famille humble aidant son clan à prospérer et à s'épanouir, et une douce histoire d'amour de succès mutuel et de croissance commune! Le premier rôle masculin: Devant les autres, il est le Petit Prince orgueilleux, le Prince dominateur de Xiliang. Devant l'héroïne, il est un homme doux et tendre de cœur. Le premier rôle féminin: Claire dans toutes ses affaires, chaleureuse et autonome!

``` « 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 ** ```

Noah Carter, a broke programmer, was debugging code at 3 AM to make ends meet when was chosen by the system. [Idle Tycoon System Activated] The system gifted him a shop in a world filled with demons and dragons. His bread healed wounds, his drinks increased mana, and his crisps increased comprehension! Every sale generated automatic income. Every world unlocked new possibilities. However, things weren’t simple. Noah needed to keep selling to ensure he had enough money to purchase new products. One shop became hundreds spanning medieval kingdoms, game-like worlds, cultivation realms and much more. Noah's network spread across dimensions like a cosmic plague of convenience stores. Countless years later, Noah raised his head from the clouds and realised something unexpected. He had become the richest and most powerful man in the universe.

Anya, 28, carries an air of quiet resilience beneath her graceful exterior. With olive-toned skin, soft black waves, and deep green-hazel eyes, she moves through life with gentle confidence, her delicate floral dresses and matching earrings reflecting her understated strength. Balancing university lectures and restaurant shifts, Anya’s world is a delicate dance of responsibilities, yet her heart harbors untold stories memories and feelings she guards closely. Elias, in his early thirties, is the embodiment of poised elegance. Tall and fair-skinned, with piercing ice-blue eyes that seem to see straight through the surface, he exudes a calm power and precision shaped by his senior role in corporate management. Behind his minimalist style and commanding presence lies a man who has built walls around himself, wary of letting anyone close. Their worlds collide unexpectedly on a crisp spring evening at the restaurant where Anya works. The sight of her in casual attire, her hair loose and framing her face softly, captures Elias’s attention like nothing before. For Anya, seeing Elias a figure from headquarters, calm yet intense stirs emotions she hadn’t expected to confront while juggling her busy schedule. As their encounters grow from silent, stolen moments to hesitant conversations, both must navigate the complexities of their lives Anya’s demanding shifts and personal struggles, Elias’s corporate pressures and guarded heart. A shared ride to the train station, gentle teasing, and quiet confessions slowly chip away at the walls between them. Set against the backdrop of everyday challenges and small moments of connection, their story unfolds as a tender exploration of trust, vulnerability, and the courage it takes to rewrite one’s own story. “Silent Collisions” is a romance about two souls learning that sometimes love comes not in grand gestures, but in the quietest, most unexpected encounters.

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Every month before dawn, an envelope appears in Nemi’s crumbling apartment — inside, a crisp $100 bill and a cryptic task that must be completed without question, delay, or deviation. No knock. No names. No second chances. Living in the slums with nothing but grit and a mind sharpened by survival, Nemi is pulled into the world of The Club — a silent, powerful network that watches, tests, and rewards… or punishes. As he navigates strange missions, shadowy figures, and an ever-tightening web of rules, Nemi is forced to question everything: his safety, his freedom, and the price of staying alive in a game he never asked to join. The $100 Club is a slow-burn psychological survival tale about choice, control, and the illusion of upward escape.

Every girl has dreamed of that boy: crisp white shirts, eyes like frost-kissed glass. In the halls of Eldenwood Academy, sixteen-year-old Vivian Vaughn reigns as its velvet rebel—loud, defiant, and infamous. While the world calls her "Vivi," only Adrian Stone uses her full name, his voice a blade of ice: "Vivian Vaughn, end this childish game." She grins up at his Arctic gaze. "Make me. Be my boyfriend." "...Impossible." But Vivian learns nothing is impossible when you fight with your whole soul. He’s the ethereal genius who ignited her heart, worth every reckless leap. She’s Vivian Vaughn; he’s Adrian Stone. One day, she will be his most treasured gem. Years Later | 20 Years Old At an elite Manhattan restaurant, Eldenwood’s alumni gather. Time flips fortunes: once-timid girls now flaunt miniskirts and Louboutins, dissecting Ivy League glory. Their eyes dart to Vivian—the fallen heiress in faded jeans, exiled and broke. "Where do you work these days?" one smirks. Vivian’s reply dies as a tall figure parts the crowd. Adrian’s hand brushes hers, warm and claiming: "Darling, you forgot your phone." Silence. Someone gasps: "...Adrian?" Eldenwood’s unattainable star—now a visionary architect—has plunged into the "sewer" they scorn. Midnight | Penthouse Suite Adrian’s breath scorches Vivian’s neck. "Why not tell her you graduated from Yale before her? That you’re her senior?" His voice is gravel and velvet. She shivers, laughing into the pillow. "She was already green. Why twist the knife?" He growls, hands turning desperate— "Adrian—" "Say my name again." Vivian: She loves like a wildfire—all-consuming. Adrian: She’s his sun. His redemption.

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.

Taking a bite of the apple, the sweet liquid coming from it oozes over my lower lip. It was honey crisp and absolutely delicious, but not worth the consequences. I have no idea if Zare will destroy my pack, but I am drawn to her.... Ajay's eyes come alive through this prequel to Sandy Shores Awaken..

# 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?!”

"My name is Sarah... Sarah Crews," she said, her voice steady as she sat across from him. He was dressed in a crisp black suit, his presence commanding, a contract lying between them—a devil cloaked in shades of grey and white. He leaned forward, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. "What do you want, Sarah?" Her jaw tightened, her fists clenched beneath the table. She met his eyes with unwavering resolve. "To kill you," she replied.

Lena Evans was a woman used to living on the edge of life's chaos. Growing up in a neighborhood that never slept, she learned early that survival was the strongest instinct. No one expected her to succeed—least of all her family. But after years of struggling through dead-end jobs, she had finally built herself a respectable career as a graphic designer, working with a boutique firm that catered to upscale clients. Still, despite the small victories, Lena felt a sense of emptiness lurking behind the glimmers of success. It was on a crisp autumn evening that her life would be forever changed. The invitation to the exclusive gala at the prestigious Sutherland Mansion had arrived on her desk a week prior. The name on the invite was enough to make anyone gasp: Ryan Sutherland, the billionaire business mogul whose wealth seemed to rival entire countries. Lena’s heart raced when she read it, though she wasn’t one to dive headfirst into high society. But there was something about the event that intrigued her. Perhaps it was the promise of networking, or maybe, just maybe, it was the curiosity of seeing the man who had made headlines for his ruthlessness in business, his impeccable style, and his seemingly unattainable lifestyle.

Gao Yang se réveille dans le Grand Qian, un empire en pleine mutation. L’impératrice vient tout juste de monter sur le trône et rassemble les talents du monde entier. Lui, simple maître du poison, se présente volontairement devant elle。 Impératrice : « Tu viens d’anéantir toute la famille de ton ennemi. Le sol est couvert de cadavres. Puis, soudain, tu découvres un enfant survivant. Que fais-tu ? » Gao Yang : « Je lui dirais : Souviens-toi de mon visage. La prochaine fois, je ne serai pas aussi clément. » Puis je partirais… et soudain, je me retournerais en riant : « Haha ! Petit, nous nous retrouvons enfin ! » Impératrice : « ……… » Impératrice : « À présent, nos armées sont frappées par la peste. Les soldats paniquent. Quelle stratégie proposes-tu ? » Gao Yang : « Utilisons les catapultes pour lancer les cadavres infectés dans le camp ennemi. Ou bien, jetons-les dans les rivières en amont de leurs lignes. » L’impératrice le regarde, calme comme la brise. Et murmure, la bouche crispée : « Ai-je engagé le roi des enfers ? »

Humans...very busybody creatures always looking for ways to defile the laws of the world through science and technology, truly that had been going well, but what do you think would happen when the goal for development becomes a object of greed....but as it is in humans so it is in superhumans. Many seek to see themselves as the one and only true god who sort the envy and worship or those who are not like them transforming them into an occultic group of people filled with unrealistic ambitions and would not stop until it's acheived even if it means burning those who are innocent into black crisp of ash. This is a story of how different group of humans and supernaturals with different beliefs scheme against each other for personal gains while some for domination and the rest for their own peace, meet klaus and his group who hid from the government trying to lead a peaceful life while trying their best to protect their environment so as to enable both humans and supernaturals to coexist while atvtje same time trying to chanhethe world view of them. In this story there would be old traditions of the past which would resurface and most would be fictional. Stay tuned..... 1 chapter per week or 2. but more info. about the scheduled release would be communicated from time to time

Thanks for the detailed prologue! Here's a follow-up 2000-word continuation of your story, picking up from the end of the previous scene: --- Chapter One: The Test Begins The halls of U.A. High School buzzed as students exchanged whispers about the new combat instructor. Logan's imposing presence had struck a chord deep within the hearts of Class 1-A, and even the most spirited among them, like Bakugo, had been momentarily silent after his introduction. Now, they waited — some anxiously, others with fierce resolve — for their first session under this mysterious warrior. The next day dawned crisp and clear. Morning rays glinted off the windows of the training grounds — or rather, a part of the facility students had rarely entered. It was the “Restricted Training Sector,” typically reserved for upperclassmen or emergency simulations. Aizawa led Class 1-A down the stone path that wound around the school building and stopped at a heavy metal door reinforced with shock-resistant plating. “You’ve trained in controlled environments,” Aizawa said, voice calm but firm. “Today, that changes. What lies behind this door isn’t a battlefield we’ve prepared for you — it’s one Logan designed. Go in expecting to be surprised.” With a click and a hiss of hydraulics, the door creaked open. Inside lay an urban warzone: crumbling buildings, overturned vehicles, smoke machines simulating burning debris, and hidden speakers emitting distant screams and explosions. It was a visceral, immersive replica of an actual crisis. Standing at the center, arms folded, was Logan. “Get in here,” he barked. The class stepped in, eyes scanning the chaos. Even Midoriya’s encyclopedic mind, so used to categorizing threats and building strategies, faltered for a second. Logan began to pace. “This is a simulation based on a real event. A quirk-powered terrorist group attacked a residential district. Civilians were trapped. The pro-heroes were overwhelmed. I’m not interested in who’s the strongest today — I’m interested in who thinks, who acts, and who breaks.” He turned to Aizawa. “They don’t know the rules yet?” Aizawa shook his head. “It’s all yours.” Logan nodded. “You’ll be operating in pairs, randomly assigned. Your job? Locate and evacuate civilians — marked dummies — while avoiding or neutralizing enemy threats. You’ll be scored on strategy, teamwork, and adaptability. Fail to act quickly or put your partner at risk, and you’ll be pulled out.” He paused. “And if you’re thinking this is like the rescue training you’ve done before, think again. This time, the threats fight back.” A panel opened in the wall, revealing humanoid combat drones — tall, heavily armored, some equipped with blunt-force weapons, others with mounted stun guns. A wave of unease rippled through the class. Even Bakugo's confident sneer twitched. Logan raised his voice. “Pairing list is on your comms. You’ve got five minutes. Move.” The students’ wrist-mounted comm devices blinked to life. Midoriya’s eyes scanned the screen. He was paired with Tokoyami. An odd combination — but intriguing. Tokoyami’s strategic darkness paired with Midoriya’s analytical mind might just be the edge they needed. Ochaco had been paired with Bakugo — a combination she clearly didn’t see coming, judging by her visible flinch. Bakugo, for his part, scoffed and turned away, muttering about “not babysitting.” Kirishima found himself with Yaoyorozu. Todoroki, surprisingly, was paired with Mineta — a move that clearly frustrated both of them for different reasons. Logan observed the reactions carefully. Each choice had been intentional. “Simulation starts in three... two... one...” The lights dimmed, the speakers blared the sound of collapsing buildings, and the class scattered into the mock urban warzone. --- Midoriya & Tokoyami “Let’s head east,” Midoriya whispered, crouching behind a collapsed bus. “We need high ground. Maybe from that half-standing apartment building we can get a layout.

On a fresh midsummer afternoon, embraced by the scent of blossoms floating across his windowsill on the warm, crisp wind, the ill college student Li YueYing passed away without saying goodbye to his hardworking parents. He awoke to Purgatory, where God gave him a mission: Become the villain of this story! Bully the evil 'Protagonist' and teach him the ways of the light! Once you've completed your mission, I'll send you back to see your parents a final time. A system greeted him as he landed in the new world: [ Good morning, Mr. Li YueYing! (*´▽`*) ] The cheery electronic voice echoed through YueYing's head, and his heart grew suspicious. Why would God tell him to do evil? That's when he realized... The System was not God. It was the devil. --- Danmei (Boy's Love), please proceed with caution. Evil System, 1v1, NPC x Forced Villain, 'Protagonist' x System, Happy Ending YueYing thought he found the 'Protagonist.' But when he asked the System for confirmation, he got a mocking laugh in response. [ This isn't bad either, Mr. Li. ] He turned, quaking, to the librarian NPC he'd pushed into a shelf, who stared at him with dangerous eyes.

In a world where shadows dance under the light of the moon, Zane Riven Thorn discovers a powerful connection to a mysterious scent that ignites the instincts of his inner wolf, Lycaon. As an alpha navigating the complexities of family legacy and societal expectations, Zane is thrust into a destiny he never anticipated. When the scent leads him to an elusive figure in the bustling city, amidst the crisp evening air and swirling autumn leaves, Zane must confront not only his desires but also the ancient ties that bind werewolves to their mates. Will he find the girl who has captured his heart, and can they build a life together amidst the challenges ahead? With every step, he must balance his responsibilities as a leader while unraveling the secrets of his heart. Join Zane in "Howl of Destiny", where every scent carries a promise, and every howl echoes with the legacy of the night. Will he and his mate find their way to happiness, or will destiny keep them apart?

Global Isekai System: Rags to Riches Dio, a disillusioned middle-aged man, finds himself trapped in despair and regret after devastating betrayals. At his lowest point, contemplating suicide, Dio's fate changes when a mysterious voice grants him a second chance. Transported to his childhood with a unique isekai system, Dio keep gaining experience and keeps leveling along the way as he faces challenging problem and with the help of his past life knowledge and isekai system. In this new life, Dio takes on the challenge of building a company from the ground up, starting with a call center. Despite being the driving force behind the business, he hire another as the CEO of his company, as he prefer to work in the field he is best at on the field calling with his team. Publicly, he takes on the role of sales manager instead at just the age of 16 years old. Memories from his past life's failures in stock and crypto markets, Dio vividly remembers key events, such as bull and bear markets, and plans to use this past knowledge to his advantage. His journey begins with just a crisp 50 kroner note bill and a 5 pack of Go Gimon cards and a dream, leveraging his Isekai Global System to create a brand he plans to expand globally and change the world for the better. Perfect for teens and new adults, "Global Isekai System: Rags to Riches" is a gripping tale of determination, growth, and the pursuit of success. Dive into this captivating adventure and be inspired by Dio's incredible transformation!

Luo Fan, a 15-year-old prodigy, possessed a mysterious and incurable body condition—one that defied the comprehension of even the most esteemed healers. No one could diagnose its nature, nor could they prevent its inevitable outcome. At the age of 16, his life met an untimely end. Yet, in the instant of his death— "Ding!" A crisp, divine chime resounded through the boundless void of his consciousness. It was neither an illusion nor a mere sound, but an ethereal decree, carrying the weight of existence itself. Then, an omnipotent voice descended, reverberating through the depths of reality. [Supreme Invincible System Activated.] Its proclamation rippled through the fabric of all creation, infusing Luo Fan’s very essence with an undeniable force. [Granting Host: Omnipotence, Invincibility, Omniscience, Omnisapience, Transcendence, and limitless abilities beyond all comprehension.] The decree continued, echoing with an authority that even the cosmos dared not challenge. [Granting Host: Permission to Wish. Should the Host desire anything but choose not to act personally, the System shall fulfill the request in absolute accordance with his will.] And then, with a final, irrevocable pronouncement— [The Host is now the Invincible Being—the Omnipotent and Sole Ruler of All That Exists. Have fun.] At that moment, Luo Fan ceased to be a mere mortal. He became an entity beyond all limitations, an existence that surpassed even the concept of supremacy itself.

The air hung heavy with unspoken anxieties as Iris walked the sterile hospital corridors. A year. It had been a year since she’d received the devastating news: Iñigo, her beloved boyfriend, was dead. The pain still felt raw, a constant ache in her chest. She'd mourned him fiercely, the void his absence left echoing in her heart. Little did she know, the truth was far more complicated, twisted by a mother's disapproval and a desperate attempt to keep them apart. Iñigo’s mother, a woman whose disapproval Iris had always felt like a cold wind, had whisked him away to the States, a calculated move to sever their connection. She’d believed that distance, the vast expanse of the ocean, would be enough to erase Iris from Iñigo's life. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Dr. Millie’s voice, crisp and professional, broke through Iris’s somber thoughts. "Iris, you're assigned to assist the patient in Room 208. He was recently transferred from the U.S.A." The doctor handed her the file. Iris took it mechanically, her mind already racing. The familiar chill that always accompanied thoughts of Iñigo's mother settled over her. This was no coincidence. A strange premonition tightened its grip on her, a knot of dread forming in her stomach. She felt a cold dread creeping up her spine. As she approached Room 208, a wave of nausea washed over her. She hesitated, her hand trembling as she reached for the door handle. A deep breath, a silent prayer, and then—she opened the door. The sight that greeted her stole the breath from her lungs. There he was, pale but undeniably Iñigo, lying in the hospital bed. Time seemed to stop. The world dissolved into a dizzying blur of disbelief and overwhelming emotion. A strangled gasp escaped her lips. He was alive. The carefully constructed wall of grief she’d built around her heart crumbled. A torrent of emotions – shock, relief, disbelief, and a bitter taste of betrayal – flooded her. All the pain, the tears, the emptiness… all for nothing? The file slipped from her numb fingers, landing silently on the floor. He was alive, and his mother had lied.

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

Life was tiring, I wanted so much to be free of everyone. I wanted to hold on to what little happiness I remembered walking through the woods. The feel of the crisp air when the sun broke into dawn, the way I felt the trees come alive as I wondered through them, how quiet everything was. But now I’m married. To the most unpredictable man I had ever encountered. But there is something about him. The way he moves, eyes sharp and narrowed watching my every step. I always felt as if he were hunting me, and maybe he was. I could never get away from those peering eyes long enough to enjoy a moment to myself. He was always there, around every plan of escape, every thought of silence, every time I even thought of a life away from him. No doubt due to the binding ceremony that was performed. The only request I had about the ceremony was that it needed to be performed by a priestess but my father wanted HIS personal witch to bind Tristan and I. Once my father ordered you to do something ‘not one person disagreed’. I did not mean to think so ill of her but I can not help this feeling that she may have added a little spell to the ceremony. If I could only speak to her, I have not seen her since I left my brute of a fathers home. I could always ask Sheri-Tristan’s second wife. Yes. I’m the third wife of this man I call husband. But Sheri was witch born before being turned by Tristan. She had the most beautiful violet hair and matching eyes. Where as I had bright auburn air with green eyes, the only thing I kept of my mother. Sheri could help me find out if I am under some spell so I can get Tristan out of my head long enough to leave his kingdom. She hated me so, I believe it is due to Tristan not informing both of his wives that a third was going to be arriving. And that was me. If I was going to ask her for help it had to be now, I have my awakening ceremony tonight. It will mark 3 months since our wedding and as accustomed with Tristan and his coven, 90 days was the mark a bride had to wait to be judged by the collective to be accepted. Tristan assures me that I will be accepted and he will turn me tonight in the hues of the blood moon that was to be eclipsed. I did not want to be turned. I was human. If I was turned I’d loose my humanity and become full vampire. The same thing happened to Ava-Tirstan’s fist wife. She could not handle the lust and killed a few members of court. Some human but some halflings like Sheri. I did not want to kill. I shuttered at the thought of taking the life essence of another living being. I did not want to live in this manner. I only pray that Sheri is in a favorable mood this afternoon. Here I stand, outside her door. I had been standing here for about 10 minutes. I needed every help I could to escape my marriage. Yet, knocking on her door was the most exhausting thing I have been doing since I arrived here 3 months ago. “Here goes nothing.” I said out loud as I finally knocked. “Entrer” She was quite demure when she’s not in a mood. I might have a chance of gaining her help after all. One look my way and her mood was already changing. “YOU!” —maybe not………….

[System Prompt: Soul Forge Level 5 Activation]. When the evil god mecha tore through the monk's dantian, Chu Ye heard the crisp sound of his sister's soul shattering. The Cyberpunk Disk shows [87% Evil Corrupted], and he grips the forge hammer inlaid with the tentacles of life, smelting the enemy's Genshin in the roar of the flesh arsenal - this is the 319th time he has used "Bloodcasting" in exchange for a chance to kill the gods in three seconds. "Warning: Only 12% of human reserves remain" He stared at the boiling soul flames in the mech's cockpit, forging Cthulhu's stump into an abyssal chain. The countdown to the fourth psionic overload of the Dragon Slayer Sword starts, and in the outer space of the starship, the cyber monk parasitized by the ancient gods is slashing through the atmosphere with a laser flying sword. "Savior? It's just a breathing furnace. ” Chu Ye bit the soul nail, and then scarlet erupted in his righteous eyes. Hint: [Next Target: Your Own Soul]

Dean Wycliff and Eloise Anette Chereena. Their names are like a beautiful symphony, woven into a sweet high school love story. Everyone envies their togetherness, with laughter that always decorates their days. They are like two perfect puzzle pieces, complementing and strengthening each other. However, life does not always go straight. After graduating from high school, their dreams and ambitions took them on different paths. Eloise, with her charming artistic talent, was accepted into a renowned design college in Turkey. While Dean, with his ambitions in technology, decided to stay in the United States. The separation felt so bitter, like a nightmare come true. Dean felt lonely. The house that used to be filled with Eloise's laughter now felt empty. Thousands of miles separated them, stretching between hope and longing. He spent his nights on video calls, trying to fill the gaping void in his heart. However, a glimmer of new happiness came into his life. Olivia Rosalind, a smart and charming architecture student, began to meet him often on campus. Olivia has a charming smile and a bright aura. Dean's friends even started to match them up. However, Dean's heart was still attached to Eloise. He was not interested in Olivia's charm, even though the girl repeatedly tried to approach him. In Turkey, Eloise's life was no less winding. She found a world of design that was so enchanting, full of color and creativity. In the midst of the hustle and bustle of campus, she met Deniz Ansel Ghaziy, a handsome and talented design student. Deniz had a charisma that was hard to resist. He was always there for Eloise, helping her with her college assignments and keeping her company. Every night, Eloise stared at the Istanbul sky lit by stars. She thought of Dean, his smile, his crisp laughter, and all the beautiful memories they had shared. She tried to remember their promise to be faithful, the promise to never give up on their love. But she felt a tremor every time her eyes met Deniz's.

Synopsis: Amara Daniels has spent her whole life struggling to make ends meet. When she finally lands a job at one of the city’s most prestigious companies, she believes her luck is finally changing. To celebrate, her best friend convinces her to go out for a night of fun—one that takes an unexpected turn. A few drinks too many. A mysterious man. A night she can’t remember. The next morning, she wakes up in a luxurious hotel room, naked and alone. The only clues to her stranger’s identity are a crisp stack of cash and a sleek business card with a name—but no face. Determined to put the night behind her, Amara focuses on her new job. But when she steps into the towering office building on her first day, she comes face to face with the company’s elusive and powerful CEO—the man from that night. He remembers her. She doesn’t remember him. Now, caught in a dangerous game of secrets, power, and undeniable attraction, Amara must navigate a world she never belonged to—one where the CEO she never meant to meet is determined to make her his. But in a world where the rich play by different rules, will she rise… or fall.

The imperial city was bathed in the soft, golden light of dawn. The air was crisp, filled with the sweet scent of blooming cherry blossoms. But amidst the peaceful atmosphere, a sense of unease settled over the palace. In the heart of the imperial residence, Zoe stood before an ornate mirror, her eyes fixed on the reflection staring back at her. She was the emperor's trophy wife – a woman chosen for her beauty, her grace, and her ability to produce an heir. As she gazed at her reflection, Zoe's thoughts drifted back to the night she was chosen by the former emperor for the future king due to the deal her rivals father made with the outgoing king.She is just a college girl full of hope and dreams with broken past, Her already messed up life is about to taken on apart that it has no means of sailing.But for now, she would have to play the role assigned to her. She would have to smile, to nod, and to obey. For in the world of the imperial court, one misstep could mean disaster. Benito Fernandez is Italian youngest and most popular playboy for his carefree attitude and ever alluring charm. Girls would give themselves up just to see him flash a smile at them but they are just a tool for passing off time no feelings attached. His father comeback into his life is giving his life a big blow as a mere playboy turns to a king and an harlot's child becomes his most important treasure. * What was the transaction between her rivals father and the king, who is this rival? * How will she cope with her new life reality? A story were deep seethed secrets are hidden beneath the ground No one to trust, Love is a forbidden sin and Betrayal rules the land, Who is the Saint? Watch how she struggle for her life and freedom? Can she conquer the darkness for love with no where and no one to turn to or will the darkness conquer her pulling her into the deepest abyss.?

It was a crisp autumn evening in New York City. The streets were bustling with people, and the sounds of car horns and chatter filled the air. Sarah, a young artist, was walking home from a gallery opening, lost in thought. She had just received some disappointing news about her art career, and she was feeling discouraged. As she turned a corner, she collided with a stranger, spilling her coffee and art portfolio all over the sidewalk. The stranger, Alex, quickly apologized and helped Sarah gather her belongings. As they stood up, their eyes met, and they exchanged a sparkling smile. "I'm so sorry about that," Alex said, holding out his hand. "I'm Alex." Sarah took his hand, feeling a jolt of electricity. "I'm Sarah," she replied. "Nice to meet you." As they stood there, the world around them melted away. They talked for hours, sharing stories, laughter, and dreams. And as the night drew to a close, Sarah knew that she had met someone special. Someone who would change her life forever. Little did she know, their chance encounter would set off a chain of events that would lead them on a journey of love, art, and adventure.

Mafia’s Obsession: Beauty and the Don by Rowan Kane In the bustling heart of New York City, Elena Garcia's life is a whirlwind of vibrant events, glamorous soirées, and high-profile clients. As one of the city's top event planners, her reputation for perfection and creativity is unrivaled. Yet, beneath the polished exterior, Elena carries the heavy burden of caring for her ailing mother, Maria, while balancing her demanding career. Meanwhile, in the shadowy underworld of New York, Lorenzo De Luca is a name spoken with a mix of fear and reverence. As the head of one of the most powerful mafia families, his reputation is built on ruthlessness and loyalty. Despite his fearsome exterior, Lorenzo is haunted by a desire for connection that his lifestyle seldom allows. Their worlds collide on a crisp autumn afternoon at a lavish charity gala. A chance encounter between Elena and Lorenzo sparks an unspoken connection that neither can ignore. As their lives become increasingly intertwined, Elena is drawn into Lorenzo's dangerous world, where trust is a rare commodity and betrayal is always just around the corner. As enemies close in and the stakes grow higher, Elena must navigate the treacherous waters of the mafia, deciding whether to embrace the darkness or fight for her freedom. In this gripping tale of love and danger, "Mafia’s Obsession: Beauty and the Don" explores the complexities of passion, loyalty, and the lengths one will go to protect the ones they love.

Alden found himself transported to a foreign land, one where gods walked among mortals. Like any ambitious transmigrator, Alden dreamed of achieving greatness, becoming a powerful figure revered by all. But reality hit hard. Despite his determination, Alden's aptitude was pitifully poor. His magical potential was nonexistent, and his physical abilities were average at best. Worst of all, he didn’t even possess a Goldfinger—the cheat-like advantage many transmigrators enjoyed. Frustrated and defeated, Alden returned home, resigning himself to a simple life. He inherited his family’s modest estate, married a kind and beautiful wife, and began raising a family. It was only after the birth of his first child that everything changed. As he gazed at his newborn son, a crisp system notification echoed in his mind: [Ding! Detected the birth of the host’s first child. Child has no magical aptitude, low-level physical aptitude. Overall evaluation: E-Level. You have gained one year’s worth of Inner Qi cultivation.] Alden froze, disbelief etched across his face. After years of waiting, his Goldfinger had finally awakened! And the reward system was… peculiar, to say the least. For every child Alden fathered, he would receive a reward. The better the child’s talent, the greater the prize. Eager to test the limits of his newfound ability, Alden threw himself wholeheartedly into expanding his family. Over the years, Alden's rewards grew alongside the increasing aptitude evaluation of children he fathered. [Detected the birth of the host’s sixth child. The child’s magical aptitude is low, but physical aptitude is mid. Evaluation: D-Level. You gain 10 years of Inner Qi cultivation and a 5-star combat technique—Gale Sword Technique.] With each new child, his strength soared. [Detected the birth of the host’s nth child. The physical aptitude is god rank, and the evaluation is S-Level. You have gained a hundred thousand years of cultivation, Broken Divinity, and a Divine Grade Demon Beast pet—a Ancestral Divine Dragon God.] For the divine, Alden embarked on a journey of epic proportions. He traveled far and wide, fathering children across nations and races. Years turned into centuries, and Alden’s influence grew unchecked. Kingdoms rose and fell in his name, his children shaping the course of history. ... royalroad profile: 625765

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)