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Tori Tori No Mi Falcon

Casada con mi hermanastro millonario

``` El día de su boda con su amor de la infancia, Natalie Ford recibió un regalo inesperado: un certificado de matrimonio. Declaraba que ya estaba casada con un completo extraño—Aiden Handrix. Mientras los invitados a la boda seguían burlándose e insultándola, su amante Ivan decidió abandonarla, optando por casarse con su media hermana Briena en su lugar. Para colmo de males, fue expulsada de su casa. Para probar su inocencia, Natalie Ford solo podía tomar un camino: tenía que encontrar a este misterioso Aiden Handrix y descubrir la verdad. Al día siguiente, había noticias populares en la televisión. Justine Harper, la heredera de la familia más rica de Bayford, regresaba a casa. Los ojos de Natalie se estrecharon al mirar la pantalla de la televisión. —¿Por qué este hombre se parece exactamente al hombre de la foto en mi certificado de matrimonio? En la búsqueda de desentrañar el misterio detrás de su supuesto matrimonio, decidió seguirlo y preguntarle personalmente. —¿Estás casado? —preguntó Natalie. —No. —¿Tienes un hermano gemelo? —insistió. —No. —¿Por casualidad has oído el nombre Aiden Handrix? —su tono se endureció. —No. —Entonces, ¿quién demonios eres? —demandó saber. —Tu hermano. —Espera, ¿qué? —sus ojos se abrieron de par en par. —Sí. Ahora empaca tus cosas y ven a casa conmigo —dijo él. ¿Primero obtuvo un marido de la nada y ahora un hermano con la misma cara? ¿Estaba dios creando clones y ofreciéndoselos con diferentes relaciones? ```
Sera_b17 · 650.7K Views

VENGANZA A MI PASADO

El sudor frío corría por todo mi cuerpo , el sabor metálico de la sangre se mezclaba con mi saliva, mi cuerpo temblaba, la respiración me faltaba, pero mirar esa espada en sus manos" me trajo tantos amargos recuerdos, pero no no me doblegaria como antes, no verían lágrimas en mis ojos, no suplicaría por amor , por cariño, por una familia , al contrario destruiría esta familia, este reino , este maldito mundo si se pudiera, los recuerdos de mi antigua vida aún seguían presentes, cómo borrar la imagen de las personas que me quitaron la vida, de todas esas que me señalaron , este reino que me dio la espalda, pero en esta vida cobraría venganza de cada uno de ellos, comenzando por esta familia, Yo sería su verdugo, yo les quitaría todo, así como ellos me lo quitaron a mí, y al final de mi venganza, les diría el porqué ? que sufrieran en vida lo que yo sufrí en mi agonizante muerte, salvaría a esas personas que me amaron sin importar que su vida estaba en riesgo, los aria parte de mi venganza, pero el total interés del emperador hacia mí ,era algo que no estaba en mis planes , el reino de arrendel era poderoso y casi indestructible, sus enemigos eran muchos pero todos le temían al imponente emperador Aiden Max Arrendel , un importante hombre , su uno noventa , hombros anchos músculos marcados, he imponentes ojos rojos como la sangre , lo hacían intimidante, pero su brutalidad en batalla lo volvíeron una leyenda, al igual que el poderoso duque Eriz , un hombre que dominaba la magia y el fuego, perfectamente" capaz de quemar ejércitos completos , y destrozar barcos con sus abrasadoras llamas , era un hombre respetado y poderoso, leal a su emperador , sentía un total rechazo hacia su hija , alguien que era totalmente diferente a él , física como mentalmente, Fiorella era hermosa, con esos imponentes ojos violeta y aquel espectacular cabello plateado, con esa hermosa piel de porcelana, un porte elegante, rasgos finos y delicados, la volvía la reencarnación de un ángel , o un hada , pero para él solo era una carga, una vergüenza, pero verla así, sosteniendo la espada contra el cuello de su genera ,lo dejó impactado , quién diría que su pequeña de 13 años podría ganarle al mejor Guerrero de su ejército. qué tanto le ocultaba su pequeña hija, o más bien, quién era esa niña que sostenía esa espada tan magistralmente, acaso tenían razón y él simplemente no la conocía, la vida está llena de sorpresas , y este mundo se doblegará ante los pies de una sola mujer , o las cosas volverán a su cauce y otra vez terminaría muerta ante el imperio de Arrendel.
paulinaM · 27.8K Views

The Iron Falcon

In the heart of Central Asia, where empires rise and fall like the shifting sands, a warrior emerges who will shape history with his sword, his strategy, and his unwavering faith. Sultan Mahmud of Ghazni—a name that would echo across centuries as both a conqueror and a patron of culture—sets out on a relentless campaign to expand his empire, challenge the mightiest rulers, and carve his place among history’s greatest kings. Mahmud, the eldest son of Sabuktigin, inherits not just his father’s kingdom but also his unyielding ambition. Born into the rugged lands of Ghazni, he learns early that power is not given; it is seized through blood, battle, and sheer will. But with great power comes great enemies—both within his court and beyond the frontiers of his realm. The story of The Iron Falcon is one of war, betrayal, loyalty, and a vision greater than one man’s thirst for conquest. The Rise of a Conqueror From the moment Mahmud ascends the throne, he faces opposition from his own family. His brother, Ismail, backed by courtly conspirators, attempts to claim the crown, igniting a bitter power struggle. But Mahmud is no ordinary ruler—his mind is as sharp as his sword. Through clever alliances and ruthless military tactics, he secures his place as the unchallenged Sultan of the Ghaznavid Empire. Yet, this victory is merely the beginning. Determined to extend his dominion, Mahmud sets his eyes on the rich lands of India, where the Hindu Shahi kings rule with immense wealth and influence. His ambition is not just territorial; he believes he has a divine mission—to spread the glory of his empire, establish Islamic governance, and secure untold treasures to strengthen his rule. The Battles That Shaped an Empire With his most trusted general, Malik Ayaz, at his side, Mahmud launches a series of daring military campaigns. His army, a formidable force of cavalry, archers, and fearless warriors, storms the strongholds of Northern India, clashing with the legendary Raja Jayapala in the Battle of Peshawar (1001 AD). The fierce resistance of the Hindu Shahi kings tests Mahmud’s strength, but his brilliant tactics and relentless pursuit of victory prove overwhelming. Yet, conquest is never simple. As Mahmud advances deeper into the subcontinent, he encounters the resilience of Raja Anandapala, who unites rival kings in a desperate bid to repel the Ghaznavid forces. The ensuing battles are fierce, with betrayals, shifting alliances, and moments of brutal warfare that define the era. Through it all, Mahmud remains steadfast—an iron falcon soaring above the battlefield, always striking with precision and power. Betrayal, Glory, and the Clash of Civilizations While Mahmud’s sword carves empires, his mind thirsts for knowledge. Unlike mere warlords, he is a patron of scholars, poets, and architects. He invites the brilliant Al-Biruni, a polymath whose wisdom transcends borders, to document the vast lands and cultures Mahmud encounters. The Persian poet Firdawsi, author of the Shahnameh, also graces his court, though their relationship takes a dark turn when Mahmud, consumed by his ambitions, fails to appreciate the poet’s genius. But amidst the grandeur of conquest and culture, danger lurks within Mahmud’s own court. His trusted advisors whisper of betrayals, his allies waver, and the political games of viziers and rival warlords threaten to destabilize his empire. Even those closest to him—loyal generals and royal confidants—begin to question the weight of his relentless campaigns. One of the most defining moments of Mahmud’s reign comes with the legendary attack on Somnath (1025 AD). The opulent temple, known for its immense wealth and religious significance, becomes the ultimate prize. To some, Mahmud is a liberator; to others, he is a plunderer. The battle for Somnath becomes not just a military conquest but a clash of civilizations, where faith, power, and destiny collide. The Legacy of the Iron Falcon
Emad_Sadiq · 3.7K Views

No Name.u

"When a human tries to become a god, their can only be one outcome." ---------------------------------- As I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a disorienting sight. I found myself lying on a cold, metal bed, my limbs tightly bound to it. The feeling of numbness that had overtaken my arms and legs was overwhelming, and I struggled to regain any semblance of control over my body. As I looked up, I noticed multiple blindingly bright light bulbs arranged in a grid pattern on the ceiling, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to me over time, and yet it never failed to fill me with a sense of dread. I couldn't remember how long I had been trapped in this sterile, white room, but it felt like an eternity. My memories were hazy, my mind clouded by the constant barrage of experiments and tests that I was subjected to on a daily basis. I had lost track of time, lost track of the days and weeks that passed me by. All I knew was that I was a prisoner, a mere puppet in the hands of my captors. The experiments were brutal, each one more invasive than the last. They probed and prodded at my body, searching for answers that I didn't have. I was a lab rat, a subject for their twisted experiments, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The pain was excruciating, but I had learned to bear it with a stoic resolve. I had no choice but to endure it, to survive in this hellish existence for another day. I had no idea what lay beyond the sterile walls of my prison anymore. The outside world felt like a distant memory, a dream that I couldn't quite grasp. I was cut off from the rest of humanity, isolated in my own personal hell. The only contact I had with the outside world was the occasional visit from my captors, who would come in to administer more tests and take samples from my body. They treated me like an object, not a person, and it was a dehumanizing experience that had left me feeling like a shell of my former self. I had no free will, no autonomy. I was a puppet, a tool to be used and discarded at will. At least, that's what they wanted me to believe. But deep down, I knew that there was still a spark of humanity within me, a will to survive and fight back against my captors. It was a small glimmer of hope, but it was enough to keep me going, to give me the strength to endure another day of torture and pain. ---------------------------- Get ready for a hell of a Roller costar plot. Remember to thank me later...…
Dlustery · 1.1K Views

Kuro no Kokoro, Shiro no Seishin

Content Warning: This story contains graphic depictions of violence, intense emotional struggles, and mature themes. It explores complex character conflicts, dark fantasy elements, and supernatural themes. Reader discretion is advised. In a world where emotions shape reality, Yūgensekai is split between realms of light and darkness. Each place reflects the inner battles of its people-where fear can give birth to monsters, and hidden desires can tear lives apart. Kuru Aoshima is a young woman trying to find her place in this fractured world. With a past full of loss and mystery, she's on a journey not only to uncover the truth about the world around her but also about herself. She's haunted by her own doubts and struggles, torn between the darkness within her and her search for clarity. In a world where your feelings can turn into powerful, dangerous forces, keeping control isn't just a matter of survival-it's about holding on to who you are. Facing powerful enemies like Raikou Saito, the ruthless leader of a syndicate that trades in suffering, and Serena Akihara, a leader torn by her own inner conflicts, Kuru's journey is full of heartbreak, violence, and moments that test her spirit. As she fights for answers, she is constantly on edge, pushed to the limit, both physically and emotionally. Bloodied and broken, she refuses to give up. But in a place like Yūgensekai, where darkness and light are always at war, how much of yourself can you lose before you're gone forever?
Dodi060 · 10.6K Views
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