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Afdholu Dzikri Fa Lam Annahu Artinya

Nine: The forgotten Flame

Her voice floats in the dark—slow, distant, cracked at the edges. A memory unraveling itself in ruin. "Oh… and I just died again." A beat. "Didn’t even get the chance to scream this time. Just burned. Like always." "But it doesn’t matter. None of this is real. Not really. It’s just… something stuck on repeat. A scene that loops like it’s written in the marrow of my bones." She inhales. Smokes chokes even the thought. "I think I’ve been trapped here for so long, I started dreaming with my eyes open." "Don’t get confused. I wasn’t always like this. I was a god. A ruler. Born of stars and saltwater. Atlantis was mine to inherit. My name—my legacy—was etched into the stone of the sea before I ever took my first breath." "And then…" her voice tightens "Mortals." "They didn’t worship. They hunted. They slaughtered the gods—burned our temples, tore our wings, shattered our hearts." "And me? They didn’t kill me. They needed me alive. Needed me to scream." "You ever wondered what it feels like—melted gold poured on your skin? Not once. Not twice. A thousand times. They’d stop. Let me heal. Then start again. That’s how I lost my gift. That’s how I lost my healing. That’s how I lost time." "I was just a child when the first war came. Barely 200 years old—barely chosen. By 500, I was ready for the throne. Strong. Steady. Loved." "Then the massacre." "Atlantis died." "And I disappeared into shadow." "Ten thousand years they kept me. Caged. Bound. Tortured. Not enough to die. Just enough to wish I could." "And then I saw my chance. I ran. I fought. I clawed my way out—" "But they found me. Again." "They reversed my age—ripped me backward through time like I was nothing but a thread. Left me a child. A hundred years old again. Powerless." "Then came the final curse: They locked me inside an illusion." "My illusion." "The one I created as a child—the night my village burned. The night I screamed and no one came." "Now I live that night again." "And again." "And again." "I die. I wake. I die. I wake." "Every ending is a beginning wrapped in fire." "And I’m tired." "Tired of bleeding for gods who are gone. Tired of breaking for humans who only know how to destroy." A long pause. "They used me." "Wore me out like a story passed through too many mouths." Then her voice drops—low, steel in it now. A whisper with weight. "But I swear… the next time I rise…" "It won’t be to save them." "It’ll be to end them." "They wanted a hero out of me." "I’ll give them something else." "A god... with nothing left to lose." READER ADVISORY: Everything in this world is handcrafted — from currency to the most basic details. My characters are morally gray, and each one is forged through relentless trials, not born into greatness. If you're hypersensitive, this story isn't for you. This book is brutal, raw, and unapologetically different. But if you’re craving something bold, dark, and unlike anything you’ve read before — step in. Thanks for reading.
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prince sans nom

Le Silence sous la Soie Dans un empire où les sourires sont masques, où les poisons sont plus puissants que les épées, et où même les dieux se taisent, un jeune esclave nommé Ken est vendu pour sa beauté inhumaine — des yeux aussi noirs qu’un abîme sans fond, une peau pâle comme la lune, et des cheveux qui ne reflètent aucune lumière. Acheté par Seiran, un mystérieux noble éblouissant, Ken devient son serviteur, son ombre, son reflet imparfait. Mais derrière son obéissance se cache un but : comprendre, surpasser, s’élever. Ken observe, imite, dévore le monde avec une seule intention : le dominer. Sa route croise Yuehime, apothicaire géniale, brisée mais indomptable, obsédée par les poisons plus que par les hommes. Puis Sahiya, consort impériale aussi distante qu’envoutante, dont le regard trouble les plus puissants. Et Ishime, dame de glace et de logique, froide comme la vérité. Mais tout change le jour où l’Empereur arrive incognito. Derrière la splendeur du trône se cache un mensonge : Jinshi, que tous croient frère de l’Empereur… est en réalité son fils. La vérité explose, les liens se brisent, les cœurs se dévoilent, et Ken voit enfin s’ouvrir une brèche dans le destin. À travers les jeux politiques, les trahisons silencieuses, les amours impossibles et les poisons lentement distillés, chacun cherche sa place, ou sa liberté. Mais dans un monde où les sentiments sont faiblesse, où l’intelligence est une arme et la beauté un piège… … qui survivra sans perdre son âme ?
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