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Lion Parole

L'Épouse Secrète Masquée du PDG

Il y a trois ans, Hazel Vance a fait un choix qui a tout changé. Une nuit de passion avec un mystérieux inconnu lors d'un bal masqué lui a laissé plus que des souvenirs—elle lui a laissé un fils dont les rares yeux violet-bleu sont un rappel constant du père qu'elle ne retrouvera jamais. Aujourd'hui mère célibataire en difficulté, Hazel a désespérément besoin du poste d'assistante de direction au Groupe Sterling. Le salaire pourrait enfin offrir à son fils de deux ans, Léo, la vie qu'il mérite. Mais son nouveau patron, le PDG Liam Sterling, n'est pas du tout comme elle l'imaginait. Exigeant, brillant et terriblement séduisant, Liam a la réputation d'être un patron impossible. La plupart des assistantes ne tiennent pas une semaine. Quand Hazel refuse de se laisser intimider par son comportement froid et ses paroles acérées, quelque chose change entre eux. L'attraction est immédiate et électrique, crépitant à travers chaque interaction professionnelle. Mais ce sont ses yeux qui la figent sur place. La même teinte violet-bleu saisissante qui la regarde chaque matin quand elle observe son fils. Alors que la tension entre eux s'intensifie et que les frontières entre professionnel et personnel commencent à s'estomper, Hazel se retrouve prise entre son besoin désespéré de ce travail et son attirance grandissante pour le seul homme qui pourrait détruire tout ce pour quoi elle a travaillé. Elle ignore que Liam recherche la mystérieuse femme du bal masqué depuis cette nuit qui l'a changé à jamais. Et il n'a aucune idée que l'assistante composée et fougueuse qui le défie à chaque instant est la même femme qui hante ses rêves. Quand la vérité éclate enfin, les rapprochera-t-elle ou détruira-t-elle la fragile nouvelle vie qu'Hazel a construite pour elle-même et son fils?
Isla Fox · 90.5K Views

Taming the Empire's Ruthless Monsters as My Beast Villain Husbands

[ Mature Audience Only (Dark Fantasy Romance) ] The woman sat still, legs crossed, a hand resting lightly on each leash. The chains led downward — left and right — disappearing beneath the black folds of her throne. The only sound in the room was the soft clink of metal against the stone floor. On her left knee, the leash was taut — held firm in her fingers, black leather wound once around her palm. The chain stretched to the man kneeling below, his head slightly bowed, thick black hair falling across sharp golden eyes. The lion insignia gleamed darkly against the collar at his neck. On her right, the second leash hung more loosely, though not by much. The man it led to sat still — silver-haired, pale-skinned, his chest rising and falling with quiet restraint. The panther emblem at his throat shimmered under the torchlight, his ice-blue eyes locked ahead, lips drawn in a silent snarl. Both were silent. Both were beautiful. And both were leashed. The woman, however, did not look at them. Her gaze was locked forward — on the man kneeling in front of her, hands tied behind his back, posture proud despite the blood at his lip. The green-haired man tilted his head back and laughed. “Shame,” he said, the sound echoing in the chamber. “The Emperor of the North and the Southern Duke… reduced to nothing more than pets. Is that what you do now, Leash Mistress? Break kings and chain them at your feet?” The woman didn’t blink. Her eyes stayed fixed on his. But the panther shifted slightly, the chain tightening an inch under her hand. The lion growled, low and deep. The green-haired man smirked wider. “Dogs. The both of them. Well-trained, I’ll give you that.” “Cats.” Her voice was soft, but the room fell silent. She leaned back in her seat slightly, her fingers curling around the leashes as if they were natural extensions of her hands. “They are cats. And tell me…” Her head tilted faintly, just enough to be unsettling. “Isn’t it wolves who become dogs? Not lions. Not panthers.” The green-haired man’s jaw clenched. '!' drip A sweat bead fell from his forehead, trickling down through his cheek as his eyes trembled. The green pupil held cunning and shrewdness to escape any unknown path as the assassin mercenary group's leader trembled, not because of the woman, but because of the man standing beside her who looked at him. The man with the black hair and golden eyes glinted sharply at the command of the collars pulled, and even the one with the silver hair, glinting with sapphire eyes, directly at the green-eyed man caused him to tremble in his whole being. He knelt with his head turning down as he realized, while his wolf insignia glowed near his ear. He would be leashed soon like them. He would become the dog under her leg... the dog he had just laughed at.
K1ERA · 4.3K Views

The Lion Has Returned

“As my last wish, kill me Carl,”the king said with breathless voice. “.....You really are an idiot, brother.” Carlos looked down at the king, unblinking yet his voice filled with pain, his tears falling down. And Carlos laughs bitterly and sounds broken. And he lifted the blade higher, tip aimed for the heart to finish quickly. For his brother to not feel the pain and be free from those strings that control him immediately. “....Brother, you never changed” And Carlos drove the sword downward to meet his brother’s heart… But the throne room shattered. The throne room’s doors that have been closed for eternity had blown open and thousands of swords had just been thrown to him in an instant with a terrifying speed. His eyes widened. Something massive passed between him and his brother, faster than thought and attacking him. He didn’t have time to lift his blade. And a shadow came between them and then— Nothing. His brother had opened his eyes as Carlos fell to the ground and his last breath was caught in his throat. And he heard something… a scream…as he could no longer open his eyes. And only darkness was there. -------------------------------- At twenty-eight, Carlos returned from the war bearing scars no crown could heal. He had fought, bled, and stood against his own brother—the beloved king—whose soul had been twisted by divine control. When Carlos finally won, just as he raised his blade to end it all, a stranger struck him down first. He never expected to open his eyes again. But he does—fifteen years old once more, with the weight of his memories and a god whispering in his mind. He’s been sent back, not to win a war, but to prevent it. To stop his brother from becoming a puppet. To unravel the path that led to destruction. And maybe this time... to protect the bond they once had. But the palace is full of masks. Power is a poison. And the closer Carlos gets to changing fate, the more fragmented his memories become—flashes of lives and deaths he doesn’t fully understand. The god who brought him back says this is redemption. But is he a savior... or something else entirely? Can Carlos protect his brother, rewrite destiny, and hold on to the fragile peace he never had? Or is the past more unbreakable than time itself? ----------------------------------------
Planz · 568 Views

Beastborn Academy

In the world of Zerathia, power isn’t just earned—it’s inherited, etched into bloodlines stretching back over 1500 years, when humanity first bonded with the primal forces of the animal kingdom. Strength, speed, endurance… these aren’t mere skills—they’re legacies, passed from parent to child, defining one’s place in the brutal hierarchy of nobles and commoners alike. The strong evolve. The weak are prey. At the heart of it all stands Beastborn Academy, an elite crucible where the next generation of rulers, warriors, and living weapons sharpen their animalistic gifts to perfection. Here, the scions of noble houses wield the might of lions, dragons, serpents, and falcons—creatures revered, feared, and envied. Jax Wilder? He’s an anomaly. The last flicker of a disgraced noble bloodline scraping the bottom of society’s food chain. Mocked, overlooked, barely worth a glance… except for one thing: Two beast aspects. The precision, speed, and raw, bone-breaking power of the Mantis Shrimp, paired with the unmatched regeneration and cellular mastery of the Axolotl. It's a combination that shouldn’t exist in the hands of a nobody—let alone a disgraced noble. But Jax didn’t claw his way to the gates of Beastborn Academy to survive. He came to dominate. To rise from the shadows of ridicule. To shatter the arrogant elite and etch his name into the bones of history. Predators rule this world. Prey gets devoured. And when the dust settles, there can only be one at the top of the chain: Apex Predator **Give suggestion if you have any i will heavily consider them.Thanks for reading.**
Hiro99 · 1.5K Views

Into the stars

It all began in the grim aftermath of a devastating mech war on the desolate planet Virelia-7. The battlefield stretches endlessly beneath twin suns, littered with the ruined remains of massive mechanical titans and fallen warriors. Amid this vast graveyard of steel and death, a lone 15-year-old boy awakens—injured, disoriented, and alone. His body is battered, his clothes tattered, and his memory is gone. He doesn’t know his name, where he came from, or what side he fought for. All he remembers is the sky. Around him, war machines lie shattered, their pilots still strapped in their death positions. Clan insignias—the lion’s head torn in half and the twin-bladed wing—decorate broken steel, but they mean nothing to him. He wanders the wreckage in confusion, haunted by the stillness of it all, until hunger drives him into action. Strange scavenger creatures called Black Ravines pick at the corpses. Birdlike in shape but entirely alien, with bone-hooked limbs and oily feathers, they feast on the dead without fear. Desperate, the boy tries to hunt one but fails. On instinct, he plays dead, and when one comes close, he kills it with a shard of mech metal and devours it raw, choking through nausea to survive. Unbeknownst to him, his mind is fractured into three entities:1) The Amnesiac Self – the current version of him, living moment to moment on raw survival instinct. 2) The Aggressive Voice – violent, impulsive, and bloodthirsty. It tempts him to surrender control for power. 3) The Calculative Voice – cold, brilliant, and tactical. It watches from within, feeding him strategic thoughts and survival data when he’s close to death.
Adu_Wisdom · 1.6K Views

LES CHRONIQUES DES VICTIMES

Une Mini série documentaire développant chaque saison un nouveau personnage, une nouvelle histoire, un nouveau contexte. Genre : Documentaire historique dramatique Public cible : Adolescents (à partir de 14 ans), adultes, enseignants, passionnés d’histoire et de mémoire. Personnage principal : Nom : Émile Morange Âge : 14 ans Ville : Caen, Normandie (une des villes les plus touchées par la guerre, notamment durant le Débarquement de 1944) Famille : Mère : Suzanne Morange (couturière à domicile) Père : Henri Morange (instituteur mobilisé puis porté disparu en 1940) Frère aîné : Jean Morange (20 ans, résistant, souvent absent) Petite sœur : Lison Morange (8 ans, fragile, asthmatique) Résumé du documentaire : La guerre vue d’un enfant – Une est un documentaire immersif raconté à travers les souvenirs, les carnets et les dessins d’un enfant de 14 ans, Émile Morange, habitant de Caen pendant la Seconde Guerre mondiale. Ce documentaire retrace l’impact quotidien de la guerre sur les enfants, la peur constante des bombardements, la faim, la perte de repères, et l’effondrement de l’enfance dans le bruit des bottes et des bombes. À travers des reconstitutions visuelles poignantes, des extraits animés de son journal intime, et des interviews . Extraits de narration (voix off – Émile adulte) : > "Les adultes criaient, couraient. Moi, je regardais les murs tomber. Ce jour-là, j'ai compris que la guerre n'était pas un film." > "Lison disait qu’on allait revoir papa. Elle dessinait sa main tenant la sienne. Je n’ai jamais osé lui dire qu’il ne reviendrait pas." > "Je notais tout, chaque son, chaque lumière. J’écrivais parce que j’avais peur d’oublier. Et oublier, c’était peut-être mourir." --- Style visuel : Animation des pages du journal d’Émile, entrecoupée de photos d’archives et de scènes reconstituées. Bande-son douce, mais poignante, à base de piano et violon. Esthétique sombre mais réaliste : tons désaturés, brume, pluie, poussière. Objectifs pédagogiques et émotionnels : Montrer les conséquences humaines de la guerre au-delà des chiffres. Donner la parole aux enfants, souvent oubliés dans les récits de guerre. Créer une identification chez les jeunes spectateurs d’aujourd’hui. la chaîne youtube : www.youtube.com/@ezema_creation. crée par EZEMA Stevy Valentin. le site web est bientôt disponible ... vous pouvez retrouvé toute les œuvres Ezema série originale et plein d'autres écrivains sur un seul endroit.
Ezema_10 · 756 Views

Inner Beast(Remastered)

In a small province form Mountain Province called Bangaan. Something is happening, something that is not right. Benjo was weak and pale, full of anger while his opponent Clyde is making fun of him. Benjo was about to deliver a heavy blow at Clyde when suddenly, his arm emmit yellow fiery blazing aura, startling the audience including Clyde and him. A head of a lion formed on his fist, roaring. It made contact with Clyde's face. It made a loud bang sound like a gunshot, echoing throughout the battalion ground. Clyde was knocked out. Benjo was also shocked to what just happened but he fall to the ground because of his tiredness. The people have never seen like it. They called it a day and went home, still wandering about the shocking phenomenon. Mateo went to sleep. But in a random time in the night, he started to feel uncomfortable pain all around his body. He raised his arm, lizard scales around his arm, his pinky and pointy fingers have claws like a lizard. He taught it was just a dream, he fought the pain and tried to sleep it in. He doesn't know whoever was in that fight, also experienced it the same as his. The next day, all of them are experiencing headache, lower resistance making them easily get sick, and body pain. The next day, they got better as if it was nothing happened yesterday and went to attend school. Another fight is about to happen in the afternoon. Our main character Mateo, who was filled with curiosity because of what happened during the fight between Benjo and Clyde attend to watch the fight.
TheLegend · 9.8K Views

Monster Symbiosis With Fusion System

Colossals, Titans, and Demonic Beasts rule over a world where no weapon, no bullet, and no missile can pierce their nearly impenetrable hides. Ruthless, cunning, and more brutal than any human, these creatures brought humanity to the edge of extinction. When half the population fell, a harsh truth emerged: only a monster could defeat a monster: ONLY A MONSTER COULD KILL A MONSTER. Humanity became monsters. In this world, one could only become stronger by fusing, merging and splicing their cells with monsters to become Exomorphers! Ezra reincarnated into this world with a cheat system that allowed him to fuse ordinary farm animals into higher grade monsters! [You have fused 100 sheeps, 100 horses, 100 cat-fishes and 100 chicken together!] [Congratulations, you have acquired a Mythical Qilin!] … [You have fused 100 lions, 100 eagles, 50 magma salamanders together!] [Congratulations, you have acquired a Mythical Inferno Griffin!] … [You have fused 100 parrots, 100 diamonds, 100 fireflies, and 50 flamingos together!] [Congratulations, you have acquired a Mythical Crystal Phoenix!] … While others risks their lives and spend their family fortunes to tame legendary beasts, Ezra only fuses farm animals to create mythical beasts! Ezra’s Dad: “W-where are my chickens!?” Ezra: “ A flying mythical beast attacked and ate them all!” Ezra’s Dad: “A thousand of them!?” Ezra: “Uhm. It was very hungry.” (Note: This is not your regular beast taking novel. The beasts are no where near cute nor is there a special cuddly bond between Host and Symbiote!)
Typhlix · 164K Views
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