Wringing Traduction

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)

" Yeonwoo!" said young master Kieran i felt a ting in my heart as Kieran cried my vision was red, crimson red blood gushing out of the cut "Your ladyship forgive me for interfering but you will be going out tomorrow and the scar can be permanent" i said the metallic taste entering my mouth she grits her teeth and slaps me across the face her wring scratching my check leaving a small unnoticeable scar "take him to his room i don't want to see his face!" she said getting a handkerchief from a close maid i bowed and took the young masters pale soft trembling hand and walked to the cold stuffy attic together.

I wasn’t so sure if it was my own blood stained my wedding dress. I was so sure that I bathed in crimson as I tried to catch my breath. I held my chest as I can feel the pain for the bullet thoroughly tormented my flesh. My vision was blurry as I tried to see my groom with his devilish look while pointing a gun at me. I’m sure he already fired it, as I tried to stop the blood oozing from my chest. Tears rolled down as I recalled how happy I am at his grand proposal. How he whispers the endless “I love you” to me. How his lips brushed mine as he held me in his embrace.  How sweet his smiles as it were purposely painted like the sun on clear blue skies. Hugo. I looked at him with bitterness as I tried to brush off my tears. I don’t understand why our love ends up like this.  All the love I had shattered as I looked this unfamiliar man in front of me. He walked towards me and he pointed the gun he held in his hands earlier. “My sweetest Jane.” He planted a departing kiss as I tried to talk back but my lips won’t move. My body was trembling with fear with the monster that is willing to end my life.  “I know you must be shocked at this state.” As he played few strands of my hair as I tried to reach him to retaliate but my trembling hands landed at his face, stained his handsome face with the blood from my chest. My tears won’t stop from flowing as I watch him laugh hideously; he held my hands and feels it in his face. I could still feel the warmth in his face.  “Hu..Hugo…Please help me.” Trying to survive and plead. I wonder if one touch could appease his anger and withdraw his gun from my head. “Shhhhhhh….. Don’t cry love. You won’t be alone in your afterlife. You may join your beloved parents, what do you think?” My parents, their faces flashed in my mind as they were supportive in my wedding with Hugo. They were the one who arrange this whole thing as their only cherished daughter. I trembled with wrath as I grabbed his collar with my might. This cursed creature! “What did I do to deserve this!” I shouted with all my voice that left with me. I couldn’t let him go as I gather my strength to get even for my parents. My naïve parents who blindly supported me to be with him.  He laughed evilly and I couldn’t know him. I stood in silence as I listened him laughed in my state, Hugo have you ever loved me? Thought crossed my mind. “You were too stubborn to believe that I loved you Jane. You were easily deluded that I need to get rid of you.”  So this must be the most hurting words I heard. I let him go from my grasp. I know he was waiting seconds to end my life it was that I am a bit impatient. “Indeed I am deluded Hugo. I regret falling in love with you wholeheartedly.” I pulled the trigger from the gun he pointed at me and I fell into darkness. Everything was a lie. Before I totally lose my senses, I could hear a woman calling Hugo and stood toward his side. I could still gaze at the approaching shadow and it became clearer and clearer. I clenched my face of what I saw. It was my sister, Allison and behind her were my parents. I wanted to laughed with the twist of events. Nobody know I could still heard them talking in my dying self. I could feel my mother’s hand wring my neck to sure that I will die. I could not resist.  My death was stage. My death was….

[Mature Content 18+] In the world of Alphas with power to control minds, hand out excruciating pain and even seduce you to your death such that you die with a smile on your face. Yin Zhu was born an Omega. A slave without any magic. In Bloodlock being an omega meant that you were no better than a rug under the feet of the alphas. In fact, even rug had much more importance than Yin Zhu who was born as an omega. Her life was destined to be spent under the dominance of the alphas of the Situ family. At least no one knew that she was an omega, as long as no one found out that she was an omega she was safe. But at the age of eighteen, she was dragged to the Situ mansion, because of a mistake and now she have to serve in the family of a Vampires but it was fine right? As long as she stayed away from them she will be all right. Wrong. She ended up attracting the attention of the three young masters even when she didn’t meant to, one by one their gazes locked on her, in a manner she did not mean to —— by disrespecting them. Proud and arrogant as they were they didn’t want to let her go so easily. Now she have to serve them and protect herself as well, for if these men found out that she was an omega it was either death or a life of imprisonment. ———————— “ Did you go somewhere?”spoke a voice in the dark room, causing Yin Zhu’s eyes to go wide with fear. She turned around the room when another voice called from behind, the cold breath of the man skimming over her shoulder, “ I think she was out in the garden, her skin is cold.” Nervously, Yin Zhu turned around but the man behind her was gone, she swallowed hard as she squinted her eyes trying to make the silhouettes of the men who were hiding in her room. “ W..What are you doing in my room?” “ What are we doing in her room, she asks,” chuckled a third voice causing goosebumps to break all over her skin. When the figure of the man sitting on the chair next to the tea table stood up and started walking towards her. As he started to walk towards her the rest moved and circled her like a prey, the handsome features of the men illuminated in the moonlight making them look even scarier than they do. “ We came to see our omega,” said number one as he tilted his head and smiled at her. “ What about you? Where are you coming from, hmm?” “ I ..I just went out on a walk,” she replied as quickly as possible but then she heard someone behind her chuckle and Yin Zhu could feel her doom coming close. She tried to side step the two men but then she was caught by number three, his arms tightening around her waist as she tried to escape the two man, a dangerous growl rumbling in his chest that reverberated on her back . The two men walked closer to her as the first one raised his hand and cupped her face while the other caught hold of her silvery lock that was cascading over her shoulder. One of them skimmed his hand over her jaw and neck before splaying his fingers over her chest. “ Your heart is thumping rather loud, did you go on a run?” Yin Zhu didn’t answer for she knew that the three men knew she was lying, they could see through her lies better than she could see through their games. The man behind her leaned forward and whispered against her ear, “ Were you trying to run away with him?” “ Maybe I should wring the neck of that human after all, hmm? What do you say, sugar?”chortled the third.

"Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?" The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, "Sir, it was Mr. Reverale," Damien's face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind. "Bring the man here." "N-now?" stuttered the butler. It was the time of night. Damien who hadn't broken his eye contact with the girl in front of him, pushed his hand against the wall which now rested beside his beautiful girl's head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his Master's eyes, "Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?" Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes. "Damien, are we having a late tea party?" Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out. Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain. "No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her," sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings. Meet Damien Quinn, a pureblooded vampire who is a complete narcissist, brash with his words and stingy even though he is rich who haggled when he bought a slave from the black market. On the other hand, meet Penelope who believes she is a 'guest' for a few days at the Quinn as she is intent on escaping from the odd vampire who needs therapy. ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/K63uVqN

"Xu Ning transmigrated to a world where Hell was awakened and everyone was in a state of panic. What confused him, even more, was that there was an engagement with hell hanging in his home. There would be powerful succubus wives knocking on his door regularly. Moreover, they all wanted to “wring him dry”. Fortunately, the ring which he always brought along with him became his cheat engine. Fake secret cultivation manuals sold by an old evangelist became real. The goji berries that he bought from the Chinese medicine stall became a manhood restoration elixir. The kukri machete which he cherished as a collector's item became the bane of all ghostly creatures. But after some time, looking at his succubus wives lying on the bed, Xu Ning still felt like he had a long way to go. "

"Hey you scumbag!" She ran after the man who was riding a horse, followed my multiple scary guards with swords by their sides. Everyone gasped as she removed her heels and scurried through the horses and guards. The guards removed their swords as she got to the man in preparation for attack. He stopped them with a raised finger as he stared at her. She dropped her heels and rubbed her palms together. "What is all this? Are you here to trick them and run away like you did to me? You ran away with my money and I ended up in this trashy place all because of you!" She screamed frustratedly at him as the old market women and men kept staring at her, empathy written all over their faces. She smiled. "But now, I won't feel so sad. You're here and I'm not leaving here without collecting my money and ruining you into pieces!" She made and attempt to climb his horse and wring his neck but a guard quickly caught her before touching a strand on the prince's hair. "What do you think you're doing lady! Now bow and apologize to the prince!" The guard barked behind her ear and instead of complying , she scrunched up her face in disgust. "prince?" she turned to him. "So you've finally succeeded in manipulating them you wretched so called dumb prince!" She threw her legs up to meet any part of his body while her arms were still held tight behind her. While still struggling and cursing, a sword pulled up at her neck which made her freeze instantly with a leg still up in the air. "if you still want your neck, bow down". She dared not look sideways. she loved her life so much and couldn't risk it. She went down slowly on her knees, whimpering and praying. "What is your name". The prince asked. "You dum...." She stopped as her eyes met the stone cold eyes of the man whose sword was on her neck. "Zora". she answered irritatedly. "Zora..."He pronounced slowly as he nodded. "Stand up". He ordered and she was brought up to her feet immediately. Instead of bowing her head slightly, she glared at the prince on the white horse who didn't seemed affected but was just smiling. "Do you know what kind of sin you've committed?" He asked. "I know. A sin that's bigger than fraud". She answered stressing the 'fraud'. "Fraud would be better." He smiled and looked down at her dressing. She was strange. He noticed. "The kind of sin you've committed..." He paused. "You can only pay it with your life". The whole crowd shook their heads in pity but Zora still counted his words as an empty threat. . Zora Daustram was a human who feared no one and could talk to anyone as long as they weren't God. it was easier for her because she lived in a modern world where everyone was equal but what happens when she wakes up one day and find herself in an entirely new world. A world where everybody wasn't equal and death was like a betting game. What happens when the prince of the most powerful kingdom she appeared into looks like the man who duped her in her modern world and is responsible for her sudden appearance into an historical world she had no clue about. Could death be far from her with her attitude and unwillingness to respect and bow to anyone who wasn't God? . . well, how about we find out?;-)

"YOU ARE FUCKING CRAZY!" *BANG!* The bullet pierced through the man's skull, splattering blood all over Sebastian's face. He calmly wiped away the blood using a handkerchief before replying to the corpse. "Maybe... Maybe I am crazy." "But I don't know any other way to escape this hell" He laughed some, he cried some, then did a little of both together. If despair was a face, he was wearing it now. ----------------------- Do you ever feel that you are meant for something greater? Has the real world held you back, constraining your true talents? If you just had the opportunity, could you achieve your true potential? You're not alone! Listen: this Earth just doesn't cut it. What you need is a brand new world, one full of new hopes and grand possibilities. Now that you are interested, allow me to introduce you to the wonderful world of Purgatory! In this world, "sinners" are invited to take part in regular trials. Every single trial is an uphill battle for survival, with death and deception lurking around every corner! But don't worry! Only the weak, pathetic masses need to fear all of that. For the chosen few, these trials are instead opportunities for power and supremacy. Come to Purgatory, sinner! Defeat monsters, devils, and remnants of eldritch entities as you gain glorious rewards and claim their power for your own! And, even more exciting, fight in battles of wits against other sinners! Wring every drop of potential out of your wretched, wonderful soul, because each encounter is an exciting tango between life and death, where the winner takes all! This is the story of one such sinner. Armed with nothing but the ghosts of his past, watch as Sebastian Alaister crawls his way up to the top and forges his own legend. Yet... before he can enter Purgatory, Sebastian must first clear the tutorial. [Your fatal flaw is Extreme Denial] [Trial Selected—Trauma Re-enactment] Welcome to Hell. The only escape is insanity! -------------------------- #InfinteHorrorStream #InsaneMC #Descent-to-madness #Badass #Too-Good-For-It's-Own-Good #Why-Aren't-You-Reading-It-Yet ------------------------ Author's Note: - The cover doesn't belong to me. Please contact me if it belongs to you and you want it down. --------- If you liked this story, please check out my other one, Project Salvation: Rise of the Venomous Snake

Old work taken over by cheese. Work featuring(will add more in time): A poor boy A.K.A. MC A sus god A.K.A. ??? Shoddy parents A.K.A. Fools _____________ Solis grinned, teeth in all, their wrinkles gathering around the corners of their mouth. The devil hand appeared in the shape of a star. “Become someone that deserves love and affection.” Evil drips like candy, in the shape of beautiful feathers. The boy falls into the trap for fools. Was he weak? Or did the world wring him dry? Still, it didn’t matter. He was caught, like gold to nine hands. “And I can help you do that.” A devious smile.

"Goodness, my poor Mathilde! Mine was an impersonation! It was worth 500 francs all things considered! ..."

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 !

``` 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 ```

"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

EXPECT WRING GRAMMAR PRALAGRISIMN IS A CRIME*\0/*

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 .

``` « 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 ** ```

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."

mature content ahead "The trial of life "is a story based on a girl known as Elsa whose been left alone in this wicked world to suffer .her parents were a victim of an accident which claimed both their life she was now am orphan with no family and no friends but wicked relatives . All her family properties got inherited by her greedy uncle .Elsa is always being pushed around and forced to work all the time and deprived of schooling . a girl with a really messed up life is left thinking about what she's done wring to deserve all this, life with struggle , pain , confusion, UP's and down . when her life is at the worst and about to crash someone finally comes to her rescue transforming her life . find out who her saviour would me?

I've seen a lot of people come and leave. When my "friends" realize there's nothing else they can wring out of me, they get up and leave. At this point, I'm used to people taking stuff from me and never returning them, or asking for things and never repaying me. Then I notice you, refusing to even look at me, as if my very face disgust you. But I don't let it bother me. I feel like it's finally my turn to take things without consideration. Though that's what I've been doing my entire life, right?

"Dude, what are you even talking about? Josh is such a loser, there is a reason no one talks to him. Everything he does brings disappointment and shame. He isn't athletic or smart in the slightest." "Josh? Ew, that guy is disgusting. I would never even consider dating him. He is such a pig, just look at his face. I hear his friends are only with him to manipulate him." Josh knew everyone around him felt this way. He didn't know what to do about it. This story takes place in Valencia High School in the 14th district (poorest district of all 14 districts, basically the school for the people deemed without any potential). Josh is in his junior year and all his life he has been never been good at sports nor has he ever been good at talking to girls. Josh has a small group of "friends" that use him endlessly for favors and odd jobs. They don't see anything wrong with wringing him for all he is worth. Josh hated his life to the point of suicide. When he attempted to do so, something unexpected happens...

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.

Sometimes life doesn’t happen the way you want it to. Sometimes life just doesn’t… flow… continuing the endless discrepancy that doesn’t seem to have an end. Hell, some might argue that it makes life unpredictable and fun. But to what extent? How unpredictable do you want life to be until it wrings you by the hair and shatters you useless? Maybe unpredictability should have been taught to a young girl named Anya. Before she crossed onto that road, filled with temporary warmth in the form of an infuriating being of a man. Why? Because maybe this is the last recount of a story meant to stay in the softest of hearts. Of the girl in the blue uniform and the man in the black suit. Let this story unfold like the crest of a wave in the glow of the sun, washing to the shore, the story of two people destined to meet, in a new but fading light. Whether it was for the good or bad, that’s up to you to decide. But yet, a promise lies. To meet again in another life. Whether that comes true or not, fate will take a chance at drawing the lots. Or maybe it can be handed off to desire. Whichever comes first.

Layla is a small town band teacher who doesn’t have time for a relationship. Fun? What’s that? Sex? Never heard of it. All she cares about is her job and protecting the funding for her department. All that changes when she sees Derek Taylor, or more specifically Derek Taylor’s sexy, red pants. The man dares to insult one of her students while she’s trying to enjoy a piece of pie, and it’s game on. She does’t care if he’s a famous rock star or that his lust-inducing pants make her want to throw her job out the window for one evening so she can rub herself all over them instead. Who cares if those long, piano player fingers of his make her wonder exactly what other seductive skills they possess? No one insults her students and walks away unscathed. Will Layla make room for a new star in her life or will she think he’s only playing games? ******************************** Author’s note: I typically write fantasy novels, in particular BL. This book is an earlier attempt of mine at contemporary romance. Please be forewarned. There will be a lot of sex in this book, and some swearing, too. Definitely not for the easily offended. When complete, this is intended to be a collection of four volumes, one focused on each of the band members (with the possibility of a m/m/f throuple in the last volume for those of you who aren’t faint of heart). As I am working on two books simultaneously, for this one, I will post updates 2-3 days a week. Please consider adding to your collections! Also, this author LOVES to communicate with readers, so please leave all the messages if you are so inclined. If I receive enough collections/power stones, I will increase to four chapters per week. Please read on for a (slightly) steamy excerpt from vol. 1 to whet your appetite! ******************************** "You know what I think? I think you wanted me to be that guy. You wanted to be able to go back to your life and say that I was the one who used you." He slid his hand behind her head, wrapping his fingers around the base of her ponytail, and tilting her head back. She gasped again, but the sound was cut off when he covered her mouth with his. He wasn't gentle. He took what he wanted from her, with his tongue, his lips, wringing a whimper from her throat that betrayed her lust for him. Proving that everything he'd just said was true. He pulled back with a smirk. "I thought so. You want me to use you, don't you? You need an excuse, right?" "Derek, I..." He backed her up toward the piano, his movements full of intent. Every nerve in her body on fire with a need to be touched by this man. Just one more time. Just one more time and maybe she'd have enough of him. Maybe, finally then he'd realize he had enough of her. "No. I'm done with trying to talk to you. That's never been what you really wanted. It took me awhile, but I finally see that." His jaw ticked. "I'll be your excuse. I'm fine with that." Her back hit the edge of the piano near the keyboard. Derek pushed the bench out of the way with a booted foot and stood before her, pinning her against the dark brown wood. He was so close, she had to arch her back to look up at him. "You don't know what I want." Her voice came out all husky, and he smirked again.

Their home, lost. Their lives from before, all but forgotten. All they have left is each other, and maybe, just maybe, hope. Alex and Dimitri flee the fires of revolution and civil war searching for a new start or at least an escape from those that seem to hunt them. Together they will journey the length of the country, to a land within their own. A land as foreign as it is timeless, as vast as it is empty, and the birthplace of ancient conquerors at the far flung ends of an empire. Yet even as they run, the flames of war follow them, proceeded them even at times. It will take all their wits and courage to survive. Wring this story I had an image of people jumping onto a moving armored train while being chased by Cossack cavalry in a vast, empty landscape. I wanted to write about a story behind the mental image I had. This story is inspired by history, primarily that of the Russian revolution and civil war in the east. While there will be similarities I do not intend to have this be the same as our world and our history in order to allow for some degree of freedom in my writing and plot. While I will try to do my research I apologize for any cultural or historical inconsistencies as I am neither a proper historian nor of Russian heritage. I pretty much just took a Russian history class and read a book on Roman von Ungern-Sternberg. Please help correct me in the comments if I get something wrong as this is my first time writing such a work. Finally thank you for reading and please enjoy!

"Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?" The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, "Sir, it was Mr. Reverale," Damien's face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind. "Bring the man here." "N-now?" stuttered the butler. It was the time of night. Damien who hadn't broken his eye contact with the girl in front of him, pushed his hand against the wall which now rested beside his beautiful girl's head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his Master's eyes, "Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?" Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes. "Damien, are we having a late tea party?" Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out. Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain. "No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her," sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings. Meet Damien Quinn, a pureblooded vampire who is a complete narcissist, brash with his words and stingy even though he is rich who haggled when he bought a slave from the black market. On the other hand, meet Penelope who believes she is a 'guest' for a few days at the Quinn as she is intent on escaping from the odd vampire who needs therapy