Paroles Chandelier

Eve Thompson se réveilla dans le lit du célibataire le plus convoité de la Ville S, son bras entourant sa taille, mais elle n'avait en tête que les paroles de sa mère. « Assure-toi que personne ne découvre que tu es déguisée en ta sœur », lui avait-elle dit, en regardant la fausse tache de naissance dessinée au maquillage sur le visage de sa fille restante. « Tu dois faire en sorte que M. Charlie t'épouse, tout ce que nous possédons en dépend ! » dit-elle. C'était dommage, car l'homme à ses côtés ressemblait étrangement à l'homme qu'elle avait perdu tant d'années auparavant. La faveur d'Anthony Charlie auprès des femmes était notoirement difficile à obtenir, mais, dans un excès d'ivresse, il se glissa sous les draps avec la femme à ses côtés, séduit par le souvenir de quelqu'un qu'il avait perdu il y a longtemps et à qui cette femme ressemblait. Cependant, elle n'avait jamais eu de tache de naissance. Ça ne pouvait pas être elle. Leur rencontre était-elle fortuite ? Que révélerait leur passé caché !? Rejoignez Eve Thompson dans son palpitant périple de courtoisie et d'espionnage politique alors qu'elle endosse le rôle de la vie à présent abandonnée de sa sœur jumelle et tente de sauver sa famille en gagnant le cœur du mystérieux célibataire, Anthony Charlie!

For five hundred years, he remained in the darkness. Raviel, the demon bound to the Vermillion family, had known nothing but chains and silence for centuries. Deep beneath the grand castle, locked away in an underground cave, he sat motionless inside an enormous iron cage, his wrists and ankles shackled by ancient, glowing runes. The magic pulsed with a soft, eerie light, a reminder of his eternal servitude. The air was damp, thick with the scent of old stone and forgotten power. Time had long lost its meaning to him. He had witnessed generations of Vermillions rise and fall—greedy, selfish, and cruel. None had dared to free him, nor had any of them been worthy of his protection. But then, something changed. Far above, within the golden halls of the Vermillion estate, a child was born—the heir of the family. And with his first cry, the chains around Raviel's wrists shuddered. A sharp crack echoed through the cave as one of the magical seals flickered for the first time in centuries. The demon's crimson eyes slowly opened. He exhaled, his breath a whisper against the cold air. "So… the heir has finally arrived." His lips curled into a slow, dark smile. The silence of five hundred years was about to be broken. --- The grand Vermillion estate stretched across acres of land, surrounded by towering walls and an air of untouchable wealth. But within those walls, past the marble halls and golden chandeliers, there was a place untouched by power struggles and whispered schemes—the secret garden. A small boy, no older than four, ran barefoot across the soft grass, his silver-white hair shining under the golden sun. Nao Vermillion, the only true heir of the Vermillion family, giggled as he chased after a butterfly, his tiny hands reaching for the delicate creature. "Careful, young master," a gentle voice called out. Amara, the aging housemaid, watched over him from a distance. She was the only one in the household who truly cared for the child—not as an heir, but as a boy who deserved warmth. Nao turned to her, his icy blue eyes filled with innocence. "Ama! Look!" He pointed excitedly as the butterfly landed on a white rose. Amara smiled, stepping closer. "Butterflies are delicate, my dear. Just like you." Nao pouted, puffing out his small cheeks. "I'm not delicate!" He stomped his tiny foot, making Amara chuckle. "You are," she teased. "But one day, you will grow into a strong young man." Nao didn't understand her words yet. All he knew was that the garden was his favorite place—a hidden world where he was just a boy, not an heir. But deep beneath the castle, locked away in the dark, a pair of crimson eyes had already opened, waiting for the day their paths would cross...

"May I have a dance with you?” Startled, she turned to find a tall, handsome stranger standing before her. His sharp jawline was slightly visible beneath his black domino mask he wore, which added to his allure and the depth in his eyes, which sparkled with amusement and intrigue. With a gallant bow, he offered his hand. Her heart fluttered as the flickering chandelier reflecting off the polished surface of the ballroom. She hesitated for a moment then placed her gloved hand in his, feeling the warmth radiating from his grasp, as he led her onto the dance floor. “Who might you be?” she asked, a playful smile curling her lips. ****** Mirabelle Worthington, a young woman stifled by societal expectations, finds herself entangled in a whirlwind of intrigue when she encounters a mysterious stranger at a lavish masquerade ball. Their passionate encounter ignites a forbidden desire within her, a spark that threatens to consume her as she prepares for an arranged marriage to the esteemed Maximilian Powell. Meanwhile, Maximilian, haunted by the memory of a captivating woman he met at the same ball, finds himself drawn into a dangerous game of deception. He becomes embroiled in a family conspiracy, facing threats to his family's fortune and the pressure of a loveless marriage. As he investigates a series of sabotage attempts, he uncovers a web of secrets that extends far beyond the confines of his own family. The plot weaves together the stories of several intriguing characters: Lady Sophia, a cunning socialite driven by a thirst for revenge; Dylan, a cunning inquiry officer pursuing a mysterious woman; and Julian, Maximilian's brother, who becomes entangled in a dangerous kidnapping scheme. As secrets are revealed and alliances shift, Mirabelle discovers a hidden pregnancy, a secret that threatens to shatter her carefully constructed life. Torn between duty, desire, and the weight of her own secrets, she must navigate the treacherous waters of high society while searching for her own truth.

Standing under the big chandelier, both of them stared at each other. The calmness of the church couldn’t conceal the cold atmosphere. The priests’ words ringed in her ears. She batted her eyelids of boredom as a small sigh escaped her lips. ‘For all the efforts I made to have you in my life, you called me a Villainess. But you never realized, all I ever wanted was a happy ending for you. I gave up. When I look back, I realized I never fought for you, and I never tried to be the happy ending for you. Now that I know, I will have you no matter what it takes.’ She thought to herself as she stared at his dark orbs. Her heart tingled with mixed feelings. She raised herself and pressed a kiss against his lips. His usually stoic expression was rather a sad one. His dimmed eyes fluttered with weird emotion. *** She was serious when she kissed the man she loved goodbye and that marked the start of a new journey for her. She was sure that this time, It was all going to end on a happy note for her. No drama, no hate. It was meant to be simple and sweet romance but expectations could only disappoint her. Instead of a new sweet romance she was brought back to the square one with her first love. Was she sure she had moved on? YES. *** Sang Qian sighed. “Ugh!” She let out an annoyed grunt. Before he could step away. She held the collar of his shirt and pulled his torso closer. Wang Zhao was careful of her moves. Her eyes had a cold glint in them. She leaned in, her acting bossy was something that made his heart skip a beat. She was so close to him that he was ready to kiss her. She brushed her lips against his. Their lips touched. He leaned forward to press them together but she leaned backwards. He paused and looked up. He saw her smirk. “You’re not the only one who can play with me..” she sighed. Wang Zhao held a sudden urge to take her down. He gulped the lump in his throat. ************ [NO CLICHES & NO LONG BORING CHAPTERS GUARANTEED] Rewritten completely by me in 2025 march! with a new name- check my profile! I started in 2020 so, makes sense if the story isn't as thrilling. I have tried not to take away the original Idea. Good luck and have a great read. Your author- Prabhleen/Theunknownsoul Add it to your library!! Read my other book - Totally opposites? (Volume 1- free, with 134 chapters) completed.

``` Dans un monde désolé où les humains sont au bord de l'extinction, conquérant d'innombrables donjons, luttant contre des bêtes féroces, qu'advient-il de quelqu'un d'aveugle et sans pouvoir ? Le destin glorieux de Nial lui fut ôté lorsqu'il n'avait que trois ans, le laissant aveugle et sans la moindre trace de mana. 15 ans plus tard, il endurait toujours l'humiliation d'une société corrompue qui favorisait les puissants. La société faillit lui voler son innocence et sa luminosité, le forçant à mûrir, lui donnant une volonté inflexible. Cependant, tout changea au moment où il éveilla son Origine. Il dévora des Malédictions Anciennes et massacra des Dieux et des Diables! Des Anges ? Il les fera mettre à genoux ! Des Diables et autres ? Tous seront dans son étreinte ** Bien que je sois aveugle, je vois plus que quiconque ! Je dévore les Malédictions et prends le contrôle des ténèbres. Retenez bien mes paroles… [Ce sera vous tous qui devrez vous agenouiller devant moi !] Venez m'affronter, Dragons, Anges, Diables et Dieux… si vous l'osez ! Sinon, ma montée sera votre perte ! Suivez l'odyssée d'un jeune ordinaire et aveugle vers la divinité alors que son destin, autrefois retiré, lui sera rendu. Témoignez de sa douleur et de son évolution vers une existence crainte même par les Dieux Anciens et les Démons des temps primordiaux ! ** [N/A : Le comportement du MC au début du roman sera différent de ce que suggère le Synopsis. Veuillez prendre note de cela en lisant :D] ```

### Enhanced Title: **"Beats of Redemption: Arell Rose’s Rise Through the RAPPER System"** ### Enhanced Summary: Arell Rose, a 17-year-old from the gritty streets of Southside Chicago, is no stranger to trouble. With a rap sheet longer than his high school transcript—petty theft, truancy, and a temper that’s landed him in more fistfights than he can count—he’s teetering on the edge of a life that promises either prison or an early grave. His single mother, a weary nurse working double shifts, has all but given up on him, and his peers see him as little more than a burnout with a sharp tongue and a chip on his shoulder. But beneath the bravado, Arell harbors a raw, untapped talent for words—lyrics that spill out in late-night freestyles under flickering streetlights, unheard by anyone but the stray dogs and the wind. One rainy night, after a botched attempt to jack a corner store for cash lands him battered and bleeding in an alley, Arell’s life takes an inexplicable turn. A strange, pulsating glow emanates from his cracked phone screen, and a voice—smooth, commanding, and oddly digital—introduces itself as the **RAPPER System**. It’s no app, no glitch; it’s a mysterious entity embedded in his reality, offering him a deal he can’t refuse: a shot at redemption, fame, and power, but only if he can conquer its trials and rise to become the greatest rapper alive. The system isn’t some fairy godmother—it’s a relentless taskmaster. It floods Arell’s mind with abilities he never dreamed of: razor-sharp lyric generation, perfect pitch recall, a photographic memory for beats, and even the power to sway crowds with his voice alone. But every gift comes with a catch. The system throws challenges at him like a gauntlet—freestyle battles against ruthless street MCs, cryptic riddles that unlock new skills, and grueling physical trials to sharpen his stage presence. Fail, and the system’s punishments are brutal: migraines that feel like his skull’s splitting, temporary muteness, or the erasure of a hard-earned ability. Arell’s journey is no straight shot to stardom. He’s got to dodge the ghosts of his past—rival gang members who’d rather see him dead than spitting bars, a parole officer who smells trouble, and a childhood friend turned drug dealer who tempts him back to the easy money. The system’s goals force him into the underground rap scene, where he clashes with seasoned vets who mock his youth and wildcards who’ll do anything to take him down. Along the way, he picks up an eclectic crew: a reclusive beatmaker with a dark secret, a fiercely loyal hype girl with dreams of her own, and a shady mentor who knows more about the system than he lets on. As Arell claws his way up, the stakes skyrocket. The system reveals its endgame: a nationwide rap tournament broadcast to millions, where the winner isn’t just crowned the best—they’re granted a mysterious “ultimate reward” that could rewrite Arell’s entire existence. But the closer he gets, the more he questions the system’s origins. Is it alien tech? A government experiment? Or something tied to the father he never knew, a shadowy figure his mom refuses to talk about? And what happens if he wins—or if he loses everything trying? **"Beats of Redemption: Arell Rose’s Rise Through the RAPPER System"** is a pulse-pounding urban odyssey of grit, rhythm, and self-discovery. Can Arell transform his pain into platinum tracks, outrap his demons, and seize a legacy that echoes beyond the block? Or will the system’s demands—and his own flaws—break him before he ever holds the mic as a legend?

In the year 2050, a new penal system has been implemented due to the rise of violence and crimes. The Tower of Sins is a monumental prison complex with seven heavily fortified floors. Each floor, themed after one of the seven deadly sins, presents grueling psychological, physical, and moral challenges tailored to the sins it represents. The prisoners must climb the tower to the top floor to have a parole and achieve freedom. Kyle de Guzman, a young man who took justice into his own hands after the brutal assault of his only sister, is convicted of murder and sentenced to the Tower of Sins. Adding to his torment, Kyle must climb the tower - to stay alive and see his sister again.

« Scandale, exil, de l'arrogance à la rédemption, d'un contrat à l'amour véritable, trahison et sacrifice ultime... Le destin d'Églantine, la rose d'Aragon, scellé par les paroles de la Sainte Amelia, se réalisera-t-il ? » Enft j'avais la flemme d'écrire cette Synopsis

Aelia avait été désignée pour être la compagne de Jason, l'alpha dominant, une union imposée par les anciens de leur meute. Depuis ce jour, elle s'était vue condamnée à une relation qui oscillait entre indifférence et mépris. Jason la considérait comme faible, une ombre dans son monde impitoyable où seul le pouvoir comptait. Ce qu'il ignorait, c'était que la vraie puissance d'Aelia était encore tapie, attendant le moment opportun pour se révéler. Pourtant, malgré le mépris qu'il affichait ostensiblement, Jason était obsédé par elle. Chaque mouvement, chaque parole d'Aelia semblait déclencher en lui une possessivité féroce. Une obsession qu'il refusait d'admettre, la confondant souvent avec son besoin de contrôle. Mais plus Aelia s'efforçait de rester invisible, plus la rage de Jason grandissait, alimentée par des sentiments qu'il ne parvenait à définir. Les choses prirent un tournant irréversible le jour où Bastien, un autre alpha, fit son entrée lors d'un événement officiel. Puissant et charismatique, il était tout ce que Jason n'était pas : bienveillant, respecté pour sa sagesse autant que pour sa force brute. Lorsque les yeux de Bastien se posèrent sur Aelia, une étincelle s'alluma. Pour la première fois, quelqu'un la voyait autrement que comme un simple pion. Le sourire qu'il lui offrit n'échappa pas à Jason, qui sentit une colère glaciale monter en lui. Ce n'était pas seulement de la jalousie - c'était une guerre qui venait de commencer. Une lutte de pouvoir, où les désirs se mêlaient à la domination, et où Aelia, malgré elle, devenait le centre d'une séduction enflammée entre deux alphas prêts à tout pour la posséder.

Synopsis: A rosy smell envelops me as warm sunlight bathes my skin, and I wake up with an unfamiliar smile on my face. But wait, why am I smiling? Happiness is an elusive concept I've never grasped. Confusion floods my mind as I swiftly rise from the massive bed, taking in the sight of golden edges and a mesmerizing crystal chandelier. Panic sets in as I wonder, "Where am I?" Every inch of this room, this place, is a feast for my senses. It's like nothing I've ever known. Questions consume me, pushing me to seek answers about this bewildering reality I've stumbled upon. How did I end up here? Is it all a dream, or is this a tangible escape from the emotional void that has defined my existence?

When Tayo, a young domestic worker, arrives at the grand Onyeka estate, she believes she has found an opportunity to change her life. But beneath the polished floors and elegant chandeliers, the house harbors dark secrets—secrets that its owners are desperate to keep buried. At the heart of the mystery is Madam Adaora, the powerful matriarch of the Onyeka family, whose unwavering control over the household masks a past she would rather forget. Her husband, Dr. Dapo Onyeka, a respected surgeon, carries a silent burden of guilt that threatens to unravel everything they have built. Chidi, the family's driver, has worked for them long enough to know that perfection comes at a price—and that price might be too high for anyone who digs too deep. As Tayo settles into her duties, she begins to notice the cracks in the family’s perfect image. Strange whispers in the night, locked doors that no one dares to open, and the suffocating silence around Nneka Onyeka, a girl whose name is never mentioned. A hidden journal in the pantry leads Tayo down a dangerous path, revealing Nneka's chilling final words and an ominous reference to something buried in the garden. Meanwhile, Madam Ngozi, a watchful neighbor, has seen too much over the years. She knows the Onyeka family is hiding something, but even she hesitates to uncover the truth. And Chidi, torn between his loyalty and his conscience, knows that the moment Tayo starts asking questions, she is putting herself in grave danger. As Tayo pieces together fragments of a long-buried crime, the walls of the Onyeka estate begin to close in. The secrets of the past claw their way to the surface, threatening to destroy everyone involved. The truth behind Nneka's disappearance, the night of the storm, and the whispers about the locked basement all lead to one harrowing conclusion: Some truths refuse to stay buried. But as Tayo soon realizes, those who uncover the past may not live to tell it.

As a princess who could not wield magic, Princess Daphne’s only value to her kingdom was her arranged marriage. The task was simple, but when Daphne was kidnapped and brought to the cold mountains of Vramid, she realized that she was in over her head. She had heard of these cursed mountains before― rocky terrain, freezing temperatures, and the land was ruled by a man feared by many within the continent. King Atticus Heinvres, the blood-thirsty ruler of the North. Even though she had never met him before, tales were spread of King Atticus’s ruthlessness. Some said he was a monster, others claimed he was the devil himself, but whatever the story was, everyone knew of the man who had powers beyond anyone’s imagination. He could topple armies and crumble nations with just one wave of his hand, aided by what others rumored to be a cursed obsidian ring. No one outside of Vramid had ever met the fearsome king before. Not until Daphne. However, upon meeting the formidable man, Daphne found out that the king might not really be the monster others had claimed him to be. In fact, what was hidden under that obsidian shield could just be a diamond in the rough. ― [Excerpt] “Now… where should I put you both?” he asked casually, not expecting a reply. “It’s regretful that I only have one chandelier.” “Underneath my bed? No, no, too dirty. My dust bunnies don’t deserve this,” Atticus mused to himself. “The mantlepiece? How about the vanity table? I suppose if I lop off one of your heads I could mount it over… Wife, which head do you want to stare at while you do your hair?” “Atticus!” Daphne screamed. “I don’t want any heads! Let them go.” “Fair enough.” Atticus shrugged, and flicked his fingers. There were two identical cracks as both necks snapped at once. Daphne gasped, horrified. This man, her husband, had just killed two men with a flick of his finger, as though he was snuffing out candles. “I told you to let them go!” Daphne cried out. “Yes, I let them go,” Atticus said. Then, his eyes darkened. “To receive divine judgment from the heavens.” ― Discord Server: https://discord.gg/7HAMK2bRYU Spin-off/Prequel: The Hidden King's Stolen Wife (WIP)

Life as a heiress is more than just a dance under the chandelier. Monisha is caught up in a web of both family and humanity. In her desperate struggle to find redemption for her father's sin, she is found in a path where death is an inevitable door waiting for her to open up. Will she be able to overcome the darkness that awaits on the other side of the door?

"Welcome to Hotel Oceanus. We hope you enjoy your stay." Mehar managed to say. "I'm sure I will." Replied her client. His gaze locked on hers, recognition shining in his eyes. In return, Mehar felt like clawing his eyeballs out. The chandelier playing with the lights sends it down in fragments upon them. The mirrors adorning the guest room focused on the two facing each other. They had met once, on a fateful night three years ago. The memory is still searing fresh, hasn't been that long in the first place. They meet again, for better or for worse...and as the night proceeds, their lives get tangled beyond separation. Note: The story switches betwixt two different plotlines, as indicated at the start of each chapter and in between. Each of your views and likes means so much to me. Hope the story keeps you hooked enough to follow it further.

Fresh out on parole, a former hustler gets dragged back into the streets, caught between old flames, shady deals, and crew drama. In a world where trust ain’t nothing but a word, he’s just tryna keep his head above water while everyone’s playing their own game.

Gu Nianyang was the best doctor of the 21st century, but while she was receiving an award onstage at a medical forum, the crystal chandelier overhead snapped, crushing her to death. When she opened her eyes, she found that she had transmigrated to a town in the 90s, into the body of a girl with the same name. The body’s original owner had led a tragic life, with her parents always favoring her sister and giving her the best of everything. Ever since she was old enough to understand, she had been a slave to the family, attending to the housework endlessly and only ever getting her sister's hand-me-downs. Having not eaten well, she was malnourished, scrawny like a pole, and looked like she was 13 although she was 17. Still, the other Gu Nianyang was weak and helpless, so she could not protest even when bullied. Her family was literally sucking her dry by using their kinship as an excuse, which inevitably led to her demise. That was where her memories stopped. As the Gu Nianyang from the 21st century looked down at her new body that could be picked up and sent flying by a breeze, all she could think about was how tragic the other Gu Nianyang’s life was! However, the heavens had given her a second chance at life. Hence, the weak and helpless Gu Nianyang was gone, and the new Gu Nianyang started to seek revenge against everyone who used to hurt the old Gu Nianyang!

The Lockwood mansion was a gilded cage. Marble floors and crystal chandeliers couldn’t mask the suffocating weight of expectations. Zane sat in his dark room, the quiet hum of his guitar the only sound in the vast emptiness. He was born into a life of privilege, destined for medical school or a corporate throne. But that world felt cold and hollow. His heart beat to a different rhythm—the pulse of a guitar, the rush of a stage, the freedom of music. Yet in this family, music was nothing more than a childish hobby, a distraction from the "real future" they had planned for him. Every note he played felt like rebellion, but the walls around him only closed in tighter. Soon, he would have to choose: the life they wanted for him, or the life he dreamed of. But in the Lockwoods household, dreams were meant to be sacrificed.

He Yuan had accidentally caused his own death. He had no idea he was even dead until he suddenly woke up on the hard floor of an empty room. What had killed him? Well... for future reference, it's a terrible idea to install a chandelier over your bed. As he tried to get his bearings right, a strange guy suddenly popped out of thin air and he was offered a job. The job offer granted him eternal life with the alternative being reincarnation. Most would hastily choose to be reincarnated so they can start a new life but not He Yuan. He was skeptical, why would anyone want reincarnation? Once you reincarnated 'you' cease to exist. He didn't care about what people said about starting afresh, gaining new memories and all that. All he knew was that once a person reincarnated, they get thrown into a different environment, different family, meet new people and in short became a different person entirely. What scared He Yuan the most was losing his own thoughts and hence, awareness of his current self and so, he chose to accept the job. What did the job entail? He carried out tasks given to him by people who were called 'leasers.' They were called this because they leased out their bodies to 'taskers' for a period of time to help set their crooked lives straight. What the leasers didn't know was that the taskers got into realms and helped them so they( taskers) could focus on their own main tasks which was world/realm balance. These realms had 'special ones' who siphoned the luck out of it. Luck was the binding force of these realms so without it, the realms would begin to break apart and deteriorate into unlivable hells. So in essence, leasers gave put their bodies and 'payment' in the form of soul energy, taskers helped out the leasers while balancing the realms and the realms become stable once more. Pretty straightforward right? Yes. But can someone tell He Yuan why these world was so full of hypocrites, Mary sue and Gary stu characters who thought it was excusable to do horrible things just because they were in love? He Yuan grit his teeth. If you want to be in love, then be in love, was there any need to use others as stepping stones?! He rolled up his sleeves and bounced forward. Just you wait as I teach you all a valuable lesson! #Gongmc UPDATES: Twice daily ORIGINAL STORY. Author here: Again, I can't design shit so I snatched the photo from pinterest, credits to the original artist. If the artist demands I take it down, I would do so without hesitation as I only have my lack of talent to blame.

Lu Chen was sitting in a tea restaurant in this strange city. He always felt that it was still not safe and not far away. Looking at the people around him, he was a little creepy. He always felt that someone would rush up and immediately twisted himself. Maybe, this is a marijuana bag directly! After thinking about it for half an hour, he decided to escape again! Go farther! This escaped 3,400 kilometers, at least one or two thousand kilometers. He turned on the mobile phone Baidu and watched the map and pondered for a while. He chose Yunzhou City, Fuhai Province, which was 1,500 kilometers away. Intersection He opened his travel bag and looked at the only stack of 100 yuan bill inside, with a trace of grudge on his face. Damn, just a month ago, this money was not enough for him to call friends to go to the bar for a night. He couldn't help but scold: "Special! Wan Qian, you humiliated Lao Tzu so much, hurting Lao Tzu so miserably. Even the bank card dare not use it, you can only use cash. Sooner or later, I will ... uh, no, do n’t, do n’t have this day. goodbye." In this case, there is absolutely no place to loosen. Having said that he seemed to have dangled those two unbearable days. That morning, in the most luxurious suite in Jiaying's highest -level hotel, he was sleeping with a thousand charming little stars. Suddenly, the door was opened! boom! It was not just the opening, the whole door flew in, hitting the wall across the door fiercely, and cracking the wallpaper. The chandeliers on the ceiling shake fiercely! And the door to fly is not a powerful man in Kong Wu, but a sturdy, cold and very female paper. She walked over and lifted the quilt suddenly, revealing two light personal body. The little star screamed, and was dizzy by the female man's slap. And Lu Chen, the hair was dragged by the female Han paper, dragging it out. In the living room outside, there are seven or eight men and women who have stood or eight or eight gloomy or embarrassed.

Life is life but with money

A low rank concubine insisted to climb the royal watchtower while heavily pregnant. The emperor arrived just in time to prevent her from doing so. They do not have good relationship and he had something that she hold dear to. Why did the concubine treat the emperor coldly? Why did the emperor appears to be enjoying her company despite the countless time they ended up fighting with each other?

When Arne was eleven years old, he was told by his mother, “The animals lie sometimes, they lure you into something that’s a lie, and you forget where you are, you have to beware of that, stay away from them.” Until one day when Arne finds an injured flaming red rabbit and looks into the pair of the most beautiful eyes he has ever seen, it's eyes golden yellow the shade of the afternoon sun with a circle of brown chandelier centered in them, and he can't help but pick it up to sneak it off into his home and nurse it back to health. He was 19 now, and he didn't tell his mother, that at nights and days he had sneaked off before and made friends with animals, they never lied. Until..... Until one day he woke up and suddenly found a man with those same yellow and brown eyes looking at him as if he could snap Arne in half. When he asked the most dangerously beautiful man he had ever seen, "Who are you?" The man's voice whipped through the air like a lash, his yellow brown eyes hissed at Arne filled with hate and distaste, the man said, "You are not allowed to make any statements when I take you there, you are to be taken straight to the palace under the rules of the kingdom. Your mother has been arrested under the imputation of taking you from the King without assertion." "What, what are you trying to say?" Arne had stepped back from horror and confusion, "Where is my mom, where is my rabbit, what have you done? Mom!!!" He bellowed. No response came back. "Who are you?" he roared to the stranger standing with naked chest in his room, the man had countless abs and muscles, his body hard and glowing stark under the dim light of the room but Arne had his own strength, he was taller than the man, and he ran, every day, surely he could handle the man if he tried hard. He prepared himself for a fight and launched himself at the man, the man dived easy as air and picked up Arne with tight strong burning hands as if Arne weighed nothing, throwing him on to the bed. The last thing Arne remembered before losing himself to a bright orange haze that made his body languid and chest hurtle, was those vicious yellow eyes seeping, the man's golden pale face covered with flaming red hair, inches above him raking goosebumps on his skin. And those words, spoken with a hiss of a snake, "You are a prince, and you don't even know how to fight." WARNING: Will contain mature, sexual scenes. Read at your own risk. @ALL THE COPYRIGHT BELONGS TO ME.

This story is set in an alternate universe.A mysterious antique shop operated at one of the most infamous alleyways in the street of London in 1885. The mademoiselle who operated the antique shop is peculiar woman and her mannequin is equally terrifying! what kind of secret that the antique shop's held all this time?

Je souhaite quelque chose de différent. Des syllabes, des mots qui ne rentrent pas dans le rang. Pour nous dépeindre, ce qu'il me faut c'est du jamais vu. Je veux un synonyme à chaque mots qui rimerais à la perfection. Tirant mon inspiration de ton imperfection. J'utiliserais, j'inventerais. Quelque chose de différent cette fois, reste à savoir quoi ?

Nicholas Phire was sentenced to life in prison without any possibility of parole. Because of the mercy of a lonely prison guard, a new world is presented to him. Nix finds himself in the Virtual World of Colonial with a hundred-year assignment as Lifestyle player in the Gladis Hub. Will Nix stay in the remote village located on the polar Ice Cap? Or does adventure await for the man whose life was supposed to be over? For now, I am releasing daily chapters of 1500-2000 words. Follow us on discord! https://discord.gg/tCJXKTxCAU New Instagram channel opened @bocazador

Marianne de Luca s'est mariée à l'Archiduc de l'Empire de Forchestier, en tant que sa seconde épouse. Dans l'avidité d'avoir son propre enfant avec son mari, elle haïssait Killian, l'héritier actuel et l'unique fils du Duc Cassius. Elle a fait de nombreuses tentatives pour le torturer et même conçu des stratagèmes pour le tuer. Elle est même devenue folle au point d'oublier le Duc, l'amour de sa vie. Adulte, la première chose que Killian a faite fut de tuer sa belle-mère maléfique. En mourant, elle réalisa ses fautes mais il était trop tard. "Si seulement je pouvais avoir une seconde chance, je serais une bonne mère pour lui", furent ses dernières paroles avant de mourir. Mais le lendemain matin, lorsqu'elle se réveilla, elle était de retour au moment où elle s'était mariée. Corrigerait-elle ses erreurs ou suivrait-elle le même destin une fois de plus. CE LIVRE EST LAURÉAT DU BRONZE DANS LE CADRE DU WPC#153, LE MONDE DES VILAINS. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- La couverture ne m'appartient pas. si le propriétaire le réclame, je peux la retirer

[ATTENTION : CONTENU MATURE] - [HISTOIRE PRINCIPALE TERMINÉE] Izabelle avait sous-estimé le feu avec lequel elle pensait jouer ce soir. Mais comment aurait-elle pu prévoir que l'homme qu'elle avait rencontré ne joue pas avec un petit feu, mais avec un véritable enfer ? ___ Extrait : "Te marier avec moi pourrait tout aussi bien être comme si tu creusais ta propre tombe. Car à partir du moment où tu commenceras à vouloir plus de moi, je te divorcerai. Et si tu romps ta promesse et tentes de me combattre... Je te détruirai et te briserai entièrement. Sans pitié. Tu regretteras d'avoir jamais rencontré ce diable ce soir." Sa menace fut donnée du même ton doux mais glacial. Mais Elle ne tressaillit même pas. Son regard ne faiblit pas non plus. Cet homme était impitoyable, et elle le savait clairement. Ses yeux à ce moment-là promettaient des cauchemars et des ténèbres sans aucune promesse de répit. Mais peu importe ce qu'il dit maintenant, cela ne changerait toujours pas sa décision. Elle n'avait vraiment pas d'autre choix. "Je comprends maintenant..." dit-elle doucement, se raidissant. "Puisque tu n'as pas confiance que je tiendrai parole, que dirais-tu de ça ? Tu prépares les documents de divorce à l'avance maintenant et je les signerai. Ainsi, une fois que tu décideras de me divorcer à l'avenir, les papiers auront déjà été signés et il n'y aura aucun moyen pour moi de te causer des problèmes à ce sujet. Il te suffira de les envoyer aux avocats et de les faire notariser." Un lourd silence régna avant que son rire incrédule et tranquille ne rompe le silence. "Je suis sans mots, Princesse Izabelle." Il avait l'air méchamment amusé. Mais ensuite il commença à acquiescer en signe d'approbation. "Très bien, princesse. Je t'épouserai." ___ Compte Instagram : kazzenlx.x Page Facebook : author_kazzenlx Serveur Discord : https://discord.gg/UGTA3A4 La couverture m'appartient alors ne l'utilisez pas. Art de couverture par @azihidalgo Logo par @gisel.arts

Il y a cinq ans, Qiao Nian fut victime d'une machination de sa sœur, Qiao Xin. Après avoir passé une nuit avec un inconnu, Qiao Nian tomba enceinte. Elle ne savait pas qui était le père de l'enfant et accoucha finalement d'un enfant mort-né. Sous les manigances de sa mère et de sa sœur, Qiao Nian fut dépossédée de ses parts dans le groupe Qiao et envoyée dans un hôpital psychiatrique. Cinq ans plus tard, sa jeune sœur, Qiao Xin, allait être mariée au Second Jeune Maître de la famille Gu. On le disait extrêmement laid. Le jour de sa naissance, le médecin avait prédit qu'il ne vivrait pas au-delà de vingt ans. Sa mère ne pouvait supporter de voir Qiao Xin épouser une telle personne et pensa à Qiao Nian, qui était toujours enfermée dans l’hôpital psychiatrique. Du jour au lendemain, Qiao Nian fut sortie de l’hôpital pour remplacer Qiao Xin dans son mariage avec la famille Gu. Sa mère déclara, "C'est une bonne chose que Qiao Nian, cette bonne à rien, puisse remplacer Xin'er pour être une veuve vivante dans la famille Gu. Si Xin'er devait épouser dans cette famille, j'en serais malheureuse." Qiao Xin dit, "Maman, ne parle pas ainsi de Sœur. Sans elle, je ne saurais pas quoi faire. Je suis juste inquiète que Sœur ne soit pas d'accord." Son père dit, "Xin'er, tu es trop gentille. As-tu oublié comment Qiao Nian t'a calomniée il y a cinq ans ? Elle n'a aucune retenue. Elle est tombée enceinte avant le mariage et a même accouché d'un enfant mort-né. Nous sommes déjà bien gentils de la laisser épouser quelqu'un de la prestigieuse famille Gu ! Quel droit a-t-elle d'être difficile ?" Qiao Nian ricana. À l'époque, la conspiration contre elle n'avait réussi que grâce à une combinaison improbable de facteurs, la faisant souffrir. Elle allait se venger de tous ! Tout le monde pensait que ses actions étaient le résultat d'une mentalité de perdante et d'une maladie mentale, mais peu savaient que ce mariage serait une union forte comme Mars s'écrasant sur la Terre ! Grâce à son exceptionnel talent en médecine, Qian Nian fit ravaler leurs paroles à toutes sortes de gens minables et de salauds. En un clin d'œil, ses multiples identités choquèrent le monde lorsqu'elles furent révélées. Il s'avéra qu'elle était assez riche pour rivaliser avec un pays ! Plus tard, le Second Jeune Maître Gu plaça une paire de mini-clones de Qiao Nian devant elle. Face à ces deux enfants qui lui ressemblaient, ainsi qu'à Gu Zhou, Qiao Nian cligna des yeux, stupéfaite. "Quand est-ce que j'ai accouché de tes enfants ?"

That guy was my friend's boyfriend. After they fought, he came home and said he wanted my opinion. What exactly made his girlfriend change? I, who didn't have a bad feeling at all, put him in the house. Then he killed me! That bastard stabbed me multiple times with a kitchen knife and killed me. Even though he knew tomorrow was my wedding day. How sad. A death that made me curse all efforts. But, what could I do? I thought I was dead. I did. Because at that moment I didn't feel any air in my lungs. Because everything went dark. I didn't know anything until I opened my eyes and saw a beautiful ceiling with crystal chandeliers. Are there hospitals like this? I'm sure that even if the apartment I lived in was sold, I wouldn't be able to buy that crystal chandelier! "She's alive! SHE'S ALIVE! LADY ELEONORA IS ALIVE!" I turned my head and saw an old woman running while screaming. I'm alive? Really? But who is Eleonora? I'm Cristy! I don't understand anything yet. Not a single thing. People started introducing themselves as my parents, future in-laws, and fiancé. But I knew that none of them were telling the truth! Their smiling faces were terrifying masks. My gut screamed at me to run away. And I knew that my gut never lied!