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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!

Shinji Tsukishima "Discipline meets desperation." A 19-year-old Japanese-Filipino cadet, Shinji was in his second year at a military college in Atlanta when the Flu outbreak turned the world into chaos. Trained in tactics and survival, he lost contact with his family in Osaka. With dual hatchets in hand and a relentless drive, Shinji fights not just to survive—but to prove he was ready for war before it began. --- Heidi Volnova "From saving lives to taking them." A recent nursing graduate from Russia, Heidi moved to Canada for a medical internship just two weeks before the world fell apart. Calm under pressure and well-versed in emergency procedures, she quickly adapted to survival. With an AK-47 and a medic’s focus, she balances empathy and efficiency like a field surgeon in a war zone. --- Clyde Rourke "He lost the world, not the fight." A seasoned NYPD officer, Clyde was the definition of grit. He sent his wife and two children on a vacation to the Philippines just days before the Flu swept the States. With no way to reach them, he’s driven by hope and hardened by loss. Twin machetes now act as his badge and baton in a lawless world. --- Miko Tanaka "Accountant by plan, survivor by force." Miko, an 18-year-old full-blooded Japanese freshman studying accountancy in New Jersey, had a simple dream—graduate, get a job, and return to Tokyo. That dream died with society. Resourceful and surprisingly precise, she crafted a homemade bow and wields a rusted katana she found in a collector’s house. She may be quiet, but she’s deadlier than she looks. --- Together, they are the OutCasted—strangers with nothing in common except their will to survive.

Earth shatters under a cosmic System. Prisons collapse. Monsters claw through broken streets. Charles, once a CIA analyst and now a branded fugitive, drags himself free with a battered baton he took off a dead guard. The System never drops loot for him. It only spits out Shards he can spend in a shop that reshuffles at every sunrise. Each dungeon he seals buys humanity one more dawn and pulls him closer to the mafia that killed his family. From swamp ruins to frostbitten peaks, he swings, climbs levels, and forges his own Dao one fight at a time. Chapters everyday. For more, visit my website : https://certherverse.com/ POWER STONES APPRECIATED!

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.

Luke Pruever, 21, is on the cusp on completing his university studies from the prestigious Pangea Academy, known for their high level Energia (also known as magic) practitioners even though they all start learning basic magic 8 years prior. He's slated to graduate as a high ranking member of his class, although Luke also has the goal to own a business, and live out his days as a regular member of society. His life plan is interrupted as he must protect his fellow classmates one last time, resulting in a truly devastating fate, and as a result, is infused with the power of a Dragon God. This transforms him from a high-ranking member to a truly celestial being, learning to control his newfound power. In gaining this power, the Paramythical world experiences a power-shift, and these beings want to know who this new god is. They begin making moves of their own; upsetting the balance between them and the humans, who’ve stayed at the top since time immemorial. How will Luke and his friends show they can be trusted with the secrets of both worlds, without losing themselves? The Dragon's Power will be a fantasy action-adventure with realistic magic, elemental fusions and romance while Luke Pruever attempts to navigate the beginning of adulthood with his best friend, Feron Baton, and Niko Beser, Luke's love interest and valedictorian of his class while them and others attempt to keep the human and Paramythical boundaries separate, and learn to control their own Dragons.

Wang Zhong arrived in an alternate world and became embroiled in this world's global war. What he gained was a cheat, akin to a real-time strategy game's overhead perspective, and he could even see through the eyes of his subordinates' units! So, he decisively started micro-managing, "Shift the machine gun position five centimeters to the left! Place the anti-tank cannon in the forest on the right!" Three years passed in this manner, and Wang Zhong looked at the marshal's baton in his hand, then at the double-headed eagle flag behind the emperor's envoy. "In my hometown, there's an old saying, 'Princes and generals, are they not sprung from the masses?' Envoy, do you know of it?"

Embark on a captivating journey through the pages of "Canvas of Love," a spellbinding novel that paints the intricate tapestry of relationships, passion, and the enduring magic of the human heart. Lily Harper, a spirited artist seeking inspiration in the heart of the city, crosses paths with Oliver Stone, a visionary architect with steadfast dreams. What begins as a chance encounter unfolds into a sweeping romance, each chapter a stroke on the canvas of their shared destiny. Against the backdrop of a bustling city and the silent embrace of a rooftop sanctuary, Lily and Oliver navigate the nuances of love. From the enchanting beginnings of their connection to the challenges of family dynamics, parenthood, and the echoes of the past, their journey unfolds with breathtaking beauty. The rooftop becomes a symbolic stage where chance dances blossom into romantic embraces, wedding vows echo, and family moments play out against the city's skyline. Lily's artistry and Oliver's stability converge, creating a harmony that shapes their shared dreams. As Lily, Oliver, and their daughter, Emily, dance through the seasons of life, the rooftop becomes a silent witness to their growth, resilience, and the passing of the baton from one generation to the next. "Canvas of Love" is not just a novel; it's an immersive experience where the beauty of love is painted with the vivid hues of passion, forgiveness, and the timeless connections that bind us all. Join Lily, Oliver, and Emily on a journey that transcends time, exploring the enduring power of love on the canvas of life. Prepare to be captivated, moved, and inspired as "Canvas of Love" invites you to embark on a journey where each page is a brushstroke, and every chapter unveils a new layer of the extraordinary masterpiece that is love.

The elevator stank of burnt wiring and adrenal sweat. Lucas Hayes came to consciousness with his cheek pressed against cold steel, the floor vibrating with the machine's perpetual ascent. A cracked display panel flickered: DAY 9 | SAFETY DURATION 00:03:44. Three warped tones echoed as the system imprinted directly onto his retinas: [Precognitive Matrix Activated] [Sector Transition Imminent] His vision fractured into augmented reality overlays. Bloodshot eyes darted between floating diagnostics: [Destination: Floor 248] Threat Classification: Standard Biohazards (Homo corruptus) x20 Recommended Arsenal: Bladed weapons (76% efficacy) Reward Manifest: Silver Cache (Full eradication required) Lucas gripped the shock-baton strapped to his thigh, its ceramic surface still smeared with luminescent fungal spores from yesterday's skirmish. The elevator's speakers emitted a decaying piano chord as new text scrolled through static: [Destination: Floor 249] Containment Unit: Obsidian Reliquary (SCP-XXXX Variant) Threat Level: White (Placid) His boot tapped rhythm against the floor where Natalie Evans had bled out seven cycles ago. The memory played in crystal clarity - her screams syncing perfectly with the elevator's current pitch-shifted rendition of Clair de Lune. [Destination: Floor 250] Entity Designation: Noctis lamia (Cognitive Hazard Class C)* Survival Probability: 41.2±18% The control panel erupted in fractal patterns as reality glitched. Lucas glimpsed William Carter's skeleton key lodged in the emergency brake slot - the same key that had melted through three layers of Kevlar when its owner died. "Beta protocol. Always beta." He smashed blood-crusted knuckles against the floor selector. The elevator screamed in harmonic resonance as it deviated from its programmed path.

USA, Louisiana.. a small town in north-east Louisiana.. if you see a little-bitty tiny dot with the name 'Oak Grove' beside it.. in the most north-east corner of Louisiana.. fifteen minute drive north.. and you' ve crossed into the state of Arkansas.. Or if you would have drove fifteen minutes east instead of north.. you would have crossed over the Mississippi-Louisiana state line.. so that gives you a pretty good general location of the town of my birth.. Unfortunately it wouldn't be the town of my untimely and unexpected death.. nope.. for I would not die in a town.. no.. I would be eventually crushed.. by a section.. of thirty-two inch.. steel.. heavy-wall.. industrial pipe.. for a natural gas line.. being lay'n.. from just north of the cities.. Odessa and Midland.. of the state of Texas.. Over a thousand miles away from my place of birth.. Bastrop.. Louisiana.. where the closest 'safe' hospital was for me to be born at.. forty miles west.. by north-west from where my family had lived for generations.. Oak Grove.. My family has worked as surveyors.. for pipelines and gas or oil facilities.. being built all across this great country on the continent of North America.. for atleast two generations.. If my children take up the mantle.. that would make.. three generations of my family.. to feed and provide for their families.. working as pipeline surveyors.. see Oak Grove is poor.. poor as dirt.. total population.. barely over two thousand.. average gross income per capita per family for a year.. less than ten thousand dollars a year.. there's just no real paying jobs.. in Oak Grove or anywhere near it.. so while the people who choose to work in Oak Grove make ten thousand dollars a year.. I started out as a 'rod-man' which was the lowest man on the 'totem-pole'.. making what those in Oak grove..worked a year for.. I made in a month.. I did nothing but pack bundles of wooden stakes.. then carry them up the mountains of West Virginia.. Or across the deserts of West Texas.. swamps of south Louisiana.. down around Baton Rouge.. or Tibbedaux.. the Everglades of Florida.. fuck I get that nauseous feeling every time I think of when I 'work'd' there.. I walked up on a dead body without a head.. not long after that.. still on the same project I saw the 'headless' corpse on.. I almost stepped on the biggest python I've ever seen.. the fucker was atleast ten feet long and two to three feet wide around.. Anywho, back to what I was talking back before I went off subject for a bit.. I started out making ten thousand dollars every month.. thats twelve times what I would have earned working a month in Oak Grove.. instead of working in these dangerous jobs.. Been a lot of dangerous places.. dangerous terrains.. working in a very hazardous career.. but I was well paid like I said.. and now I don't have a body left to send home to my parents.. that section of pipe.. weigh tens of thousands of pounds.. when the 'Komoda' excavators that were lifting the section tipped.. that was it.. one of the operators didn't extend his 'boom' on his excavator all the way out like he should have.. Now the pipes falling.. as soon as it lands on me.. thats it.. so much weight.. my head will pop and shoot right of my shoulders.. up in the air towards the heavens themselves.. reaches its peak height of its short flight.. then falling.. all whilst my body will be crushed and explode to nothing but splatter'd meat paste.. ending my first life.. trust I've seen it.. I know what will happen from experience.. and so beings the next chapter of life.. I see a tunnel with bright light radiating from then end of it.. as I reach the light I take the final step.. the blinding light recedes and fades away out of existence.. I find my surroundings returning to a lightness that my eyes can afford to see clearly in.. only to meet another pair of eyes facing me.. everything else is shrouded by darkness.. I see only eyes.. staring at me.. staring into me.. starin

l y a 10 ans, le monde a basculé dans le chaos suite à l'événement connu sous le nom de "KY event". Depuis, l'humanité n'est plus que l'ombre d'elle-même, avec une infection ravageuse qui a transformé la majorité des êtres humains en créatures sans âme. Les rares survivants se battent pour leur existence, avec un espoir qui vacille entre vie et mort. Dans ce récit sombre et intense, on suit des âmes brisées errant à travers un paysage dévasté, cherchant désespérément un refuge et un semblant d'humanité. Chaque rencontre est empreinte de terreur, chaque souvenir douloureux, et chaque décision, un dilemme moral complexe. Lorsqu'un message radio annonce l'existence d'une zone sûre au Canada, un nouvel espoir se dessine. Mais dans un monde où la mort rôde à chaque coin, cet espoir pourrait bien se transformer en un piège mortel. Ce livre explore la fine ligne entre l'espoir et le désespoir, entre la vie et la mort. Car ici, la survie n'est pas un droit, c'est un combat de chaque instant. Mais au fond, est-ce vraiment une histoire de survie, ou celle d'une fin inéluctable ?

I could hear the din from the bar as I exited my SUV and I was still almost a block away. What a shame! I knew from long experience that would change as soon as my foot crossed the threshold. I tend to have that effect on people. I’m six feet six inches tall and I weigh an even 250 pounds—all of it broad shouldered muscle. My Body Mass Index at my last physical was less than four percent. My light brown hair is styled exactly the way it’s been for the past fifteen years—ever since I first joined the Navy. Sure enough, no sooner had I taken my first step into the bar than the noise died. When I turned left and stepped up to the bar the people there couldn’t back away fast enough. I took a stool in the middle of the empty space and sat down, waiting for the bartender to approach. “I’m not looking for any trouble.” “Good…neither am I. Give me a ginger ale.” He reached under the bar for a glass and some ice. Twenty seconds later he slid the glass in my direction. I pulled a fiver from my pocket and dropped it on the bar. He ignored it and walked away to draw a few beers and pour some wine. It looked to me like this was a pretty cheap crowd. Checking up and down the bar all I could see were longnecks and drafts. I reached into the lower left pocket of my cargo pants. Like almost everything else I was wearing they were a true deep navy blue. My heavy shoes were black as was my wide belt. My belt said as much about me as the bold white lettering across my chest. Just below the American flag over my heart were the letters that were my life—U. S. MARSHAL. On my right hip was my nickel plated .44 Magnum Colt Python, just behind two speed loaders in addition to the twenty-four rounds on the belt. On my left hip was my ASP Talon baton—every bit as deadly a weapon in my hands as the revolver. A pouch at the back of my right hip held my stainless steel handcuffs and its partner on the opposite side held my radio—my link to my backup team. I placed the photo flat on the bar as the bartender returned to me. “I’ll have another,” I said in a loud voice, continuing so I wouldn’t be overheard. “Don’t pick it up and don’t make a production of looking at it. I’ve been told that he comes here a lot. Is he here tonight? If he is and he escapes because you’ve given me away I’ll see to it that you’re arrested for obstruction of justice.” He gulped a few times but did as he was told, nodding slightly in response. I continued almost at a whisper. “If my nose is pointing to twelve o’clock, my right ear to three, the back of my head to six, and my left ear to nine, tell me where he is. Again, don’t point or do anything obvious and we’ll be fine.” He pretended to wipe the bar as he whispered, “About 4:30 with his back to you.” I picked up the reflection in the mirror then asked, “Red shirt with black and white stripes, looking away from me?” He nodded again. Now, in my normal tone of voice I asked, “Where’s the men’s room?”

In a shattered Earth, young Kiriko Kuroki finds herself thrust into an ancient order of mystic guardians known as the Arcanas. As her latent powers awaken, she joins a band of survivors on a cosmic odyssey like no other. From the place she once called home to the boundless wonders of the cosmos, their mission is daring and desperate: avenge their decimated world, unravel the enigmatic mystery of the universe, and face the chilling specters that dwell in the shadows. With every light year, secrets as old as time beckon, and sinister forces threaten to engulf them. The fragile notes of hope are drowned by the impending darkness. Can Kiriko and her companions decipher the celestial melodies that bind them, or will they be forever lost to the abyss? The maestro's baton rises, and the Symphony of the Lost reaches far beyond the universe itself.

"You declared that you don't have time for girls but your diary says otherwise because it clearly states that you've got a kink for women in the wedding dress? How weird?" Jordan Dean was completely flustered over the words that just left the elder's mouth. "I probably wrote it when I was drunk!" He tried to brush it off with an excuse while huffing in annoyance. ... Just as he was waiting Jordan took a random glance at his side mirror before shifting it away but suddenly his attention was all drawn back towards the same mirror. He blinked his eyes a few times just to make sure if what he was seeing was true or if it was just his imagination. His mind stopped working on tge sight of a beautiful girl in a flawless wedding gown. Running towards him? -"You didn't tell me your beautiful name?" -"Its Lilly Jersey" -"Let's get married Lilly!" -"I-" ... "I'll do whatever it takes to be with you, I promise to work on myself for you, for us! Please give me a last chance to be with you, I promise that you'll never regret it ... *sighs* ... It hurts even more to see your silence like this, atleast say something" Jay's eyes were desperately begging her. "There's nothing left to talk Jay. I have moved on!" "Moved on? *Scoffs* Is that why you kissed me back a few moments ago? You had the audocity to say it after you ruined my marriage?" There was nothing but silence from her which grew him impatient. "I'll give you two choices Lilly, listen carefully! Either you bring back my fiance or ... Be my bride!" ... A love triangle is like a relay race where the person in the middle deliberately delays the passing of the baton. The same goes with Lilly Jersey who was stuck between two cold CEOs who were desperate to make her as theirs. What if the two men fight for the same girl? But what if she was in their lives for different reasons? And what are those reasons? Who exactly was she? What was her actual PURPOSE? And who will she end up with? THEIR story was a HISTORY and HER story was a MYSTERY! Its basically a Violent love triangle. Its a fusion of action, drama, comedy, romance, suspense and some sparkles. **** The copyrights of the cover belongs to its rightfull owner.

Mo Ran, une médecin de l'Armée extrêmement talentueuse et magnifique, s'est retrouvée transmigrée dans le corps d'une jeune fille méprisée de la famille Qin pesant 130 kilos, Qin Yan. À l'origine dotée de compétences médicales et d'arts martiaux puissants, Mo Ran a eu beaucoup de mal à gérer le corps lourd de Qin Yan. Elle s'est juré de perdre du poids et de retrouver son apparence originale. Peu importe la difficulté, elle était déterminée. Sa méchante mère et sa sœur lotus blanc étaient choquées en voyant les changements chez Qin Yan, mais la gifle venait juste de commencer. Ses plans étaient parfaits, mais un petit bonhomme est soudainement intervenu... "J'aime Sœur Yan. Papa, je veux vivre avec Sœur Yan." Le PDG de la Corporation Xi, le magnat des affaires le plus riche du pays a dit, "Nous deux, Père et fils, t'aimons. Viens chez nous." FL : Forte et déterminée. ML : Rusé et astucieux.

for 10 000 years, peace was the only thing the world has ever known. it all changes when a young man finds himself to be chosen by the gods to stop zarkus, a God of pure evil whose only desire is the extinction of all life

``` [Contenu Mature.] "Je serai toujours à tes côtés, à côté de toi, sur toi, derrière toi... Le choix t'appartient." Un immortel qui a vécu un millénaire... Il a eu de nombreux noms, de nombreuses vies, de nombreux titres, mais il en est un qui lui est resté plus que les autres... Kaden. Un regard et vous pensez rencontrer le diable. Dangereux, fourbe et indifférent, les gens baissaient toujours la tête devant lui—à l'exception de la femme qui fit plier le tyran à genoux. Une femme dotée d'un pouvoir spécial et d'une malédiction... Lina. Elle était maudite avec la clairvoyance—la capacité de voir le futur proche ou lointain d'une personne. Alors que la plupart des gens n'ont pas de souvenir de leur enfance, Lina se rappelait de sa première vie. Depuis sa naissance, elle répétait les cauchemars concernant un homme censé être décédé. 1000 ans après sa mort, Lina le revoit, et il veut avoir affaire à elle en toutes choses. Malheureusement, il n'y a nulle part dans ce monde où elle pourrait se cacher qu'il ne puisse la trouver. Que va-t-il arriver à la terrifiée Lina et au fourbe Kaden? Vont-ils retrouver l'amour ? Va-t-elle fuir la vérité ? La laissera-t-il partir ? Une fille humaine et un immortel, ensemble... c'est un amour qui a mis le monde à genoux. + + + + + Attention : Contenu sexuel explicite. Vous pourriez devenir accro au livre ;) Connectez-vous avec moi : Instagram : www.instagram.com/xincerely_author Facebook : www.facebook.com/xincerelywriter/ Email : xincerely1@gmail.com Couverture : Une pièce d'art commandée dessinée par Laylee Hui. Tous droits exclusifs. Éditeur : diane_loves_2_read ```

Aik aurat or mard ke shadi howi suhag raat ko jab shohar nay apni biwi kay lia kuch cheez kharid kar laya tou uski biwi nay kaha ami ko b bhulao laken uska shohar nahi mana laken uski biwi ke zid had say ziyada bhar geya pher uska shohar nahi mana pher 2n0 may talaq howi jab kafi time kay bad jb wo aurat haj kay lia jaaa rahi thi tou usko aik admi nazar aya us nay apnay baton ko bataya us admi ko b lao pher uskay baton nay us admi ko pass laya tou wo admi uska purana shohar thaaa wo kafi buray halat say guzar raha tha

Reborn dans un monde parallèle semblable à la terre, mais il n'y a pas de Japon dans ce monde! Certains disent qu'il est un sorcier, car il a fait ses débuts à l'âge de quinze ans, la bande dessinée a fait sensation encore et encore, et a même évolué pour devenir un phénomène culturel. Certains disent qu'il est un fléau, car il est également impliqué dans des romans, des jeux, des animations… Ses histoires ont changé la vie d'innombrables personnes, les rendant incapables de se dégager. Cependant, indépendamment de l'éloge ou de la dépréciation, son influence est là… «Il a changé nos vies et a dirigé la tendance d'une époque. Il est le roi de la bande dessinée et un miracle dans le monde culturel. Peut-être vit-il pour faire bouillir le monde! »- Time Magazine

Xiu Wanxue se réveilla et découvrit qu'elle était renée. Cette fois, elle apprit qu'elle n'était qu'une personne insignifiante dans ce monde où existaient la fille et les fils de la destinée. Repensant à tous les événements tragiques qui s'étaient produits dans sa vie antérieure, elle soupira amèrement. Pas étonnant ; ils la détestaient tant, même si elle n'avait rien fait de mal, si ce n'est désirer obtenir 'leur' soin et amour. Pas étonnant ; ils aimaient tous 'elle' tellement. Il s'avéra que Xiu Wanxia, sa sœur jumelle, était la fille de la destinée, entourée d'opportunités défiant le ciel, d'hommes extraordinaires et de partenaires bêtes puissants. Le ciel et la terre lui accordèrent une chance de repartir à zéro, elle ne ferait plus les mêmes erreurs et ne se méprendrait plus sur les gens. Elle sera seulement gentille avec ceux qui la traitent avec gentillesse et punira ceux qui blessent ses proches. Le vieux bracelet qu'elle portait au poignet était en fait un espace portable avec un petit monde à l'intérieur où elle pouvait tout planter. Apprendre l'alchimie, dessiner des runes, contracter des bêtes, explorer les trésors... beaucoup d'autres choses excitantes vont se passer ici. A travers le sang et le dur labeur, elle entama son voyage vers l'immortalité et s’éleva au-delà du ciel pour trouver sa liberté et défier son destin de la vie dernière. Cependant, quelque chose clochait. Que se passerait-il, quand elle découvrirait que tout était complètement différent de ce qu'il semblait être ? Quand les secrets commenceraient lentement à transparaître, tout s'avéra être si....... Ce livre participe au Webnovel Spirity Award 2024. NOTE : Ce livre est un roman de harem inversé, la fin est absolument un harem inversé. Couverture de : Générateur IA de Webnovel Image du personnage : Pinterest, le crédit revient à tous les propriétaires originaux Les citations de chaque personnage ne sont pas de moi. Je les ai recherchées sur un site web. Le crédit revient aux propriétaires de ces citations. Mon nom d'utilisateur DISCORD : littlecarrot6510 https://discord.gg/8tn2JkKs Mon Instagram : Littlecarrot006__ #HaremInverséFL #Renaissance #EspacePortable #Figurant #Romance #PartenairesBêtes #Aventures #RomanceNoire #MondeImmortel #Xianxia #IntriguesTordues #Combat #RomanDétaillé #PasséMystérieux #MémoireDeVieAntérieure #RomanAvecMorale #Inspiration

Sur Tapas seulement : https://tapas.io/series/En-Croisant-Nos-Chemins-FR/info Ayden, fils d'Orchar, n'était qu'un homme libre des plaines, un mercenaire vendant son épée à quiconque souhaitait l'embaucher, lui et ses amis. Ce n'était censé être une quête comme les autres, même si elle était basée sur une légende absurde: trouver un œuf de dragon. Et quand ils le trouvèrent - avec des dragons - qui aurait prédit une telle tournure d'événement? Pourquoi s'était-il réveillé dans une forêt d'allez-savoir-quoi ? Ces arbres étaient étranges, avec de longs troncs verts et ronds, et il ne pouvait plus reconnaître le ciel au-dessus de lui. Mais surtout, comment ces hommes pourraient-ils voler sur leur épée? Cultivation? Des goules? Des démons? Ayden allait devoir trouver des réponses tout en poursuivant sa route dans ce tout nouveau monde. Et s'il ne pouvait pas détacher ses yeux de ce surprenant cultivateur parfois, eh bien... Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/edel.li_author/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/li_edel ~~~~~ Le dessin de la couverture m'appartient.

Enfant de riche, Victor ne connaît absolument rien du monde, il ne côtoie que le confort de sa vie facile. Cependant, la vie le rattrape vite en lui apportant une mort des plus ignobles. Réincarné dans une famille populaire dans un monde fantastique aux différentes espèces, Will (Victor) va endurer de nombreuses épreuves et enfin découvrir le monde injuste qui se trouve devant lui et va découvrir pour la première fois de sa vie un sentiment qui lui était inconnu: La haine “Cet enfoiré… je jure sur tout ce que j’ai de plus cher que je le tuerais de mes mains.” En effet, découvrir le monde sera pour lui une épreuve difficile surtout dans le monde d’Equoterra. Il devra gagner en maturité pour s’en sortir contre celui-ci. Pourquoi était-il ici ? Tout cela n’avait plus aucune importance. Il a trouvé son objectif et il fera tout pour y arriver. — Note de l’auteur: Voilà alors je sais que c’est un peu cliché, mais je promet de faire quelque chose de différent mais surtout quelque chose qui me plaît, surtout que c’est mon premier livre Ah et je n’ai aucun talent particulier en dessin donc je n’ai pas de couverture pour le webnovel :( Enfin, n’hésitez pas à lire si vous le sentez et surtout appréciez la lecture ! —

Bien bien...alors comment vais je présenter cette belle et grandiose histoire tout en exposant le génie et le chef d'oeuvre scénaristique qui l'a composé? Halala j'ai bien prévenu que c'était pas mon fort mais je vais quand même essayer. Bien. Dans un univers de légende, le destin de tout un monde repose sur les épaules de quatres petites créatures. Tantôt fils des ténèbres, tantôt fils de la lumière, leurs histoires de quête de puissance, de soif de sang et de bataille, leurs désirs de gloire et d'amour, nous conduira à travers la légende qu'ils dessinent, jusqu'au sommet du monde et au panthéon des héros où les sombres secret et la réalité cacher des choses se révèlent sous le visage d'un ange au coeur sombre. L'histoire qui va vous être conte se déroule dans un monde lointain. Un monde où les légendes et les conte de fée sont monnaie courante. Il y a plusieurs années de cela, certaines créatures ont mis le monde à feu et à sang, obligeant les race percuter a l'alliance et a la coopération. Diriger par la ligue des héros, cette alliance improbable réussi à terrasser le mal et a faire régner la justice plusieurs siècle durant. Aujourd'hui, un par un, ces créatures qui ont fait trembler le monde refont leurs apparition mais alors que le reste du monde à les yeux tournés vers ses légendes vivantes, quatres petites choses insignifiante grandissaient dans l'ombre et allait bientôt engloutir la lumière et les ténèbres. Cette histoire, est leurs légendes. Haaa voilà, j'ai fais de mon mieux tout en essayant de ne pas en dire trop et vous donnez envie de lire. Vous voulez savoir qui je suis n'est ce pas? Je ne suis rien d'autre que ce que je vous dis dans le 1er chapitre. Quoi qu'il en soit, vous et moi, ne somme tous que des composantes de cette légende. En quoi? Vous le découvrirez peut être.

The more he came near, the more Oliver had to control his desire for his wife, whom he had harbored for a long time. He also had to endure very bad treatment from his wife’s family because, in their eyes, he was just a trash son-in-law. They didn’t know that Oliver was actually the strongest soldier who was hiding himself. And in an effort to prove himself, Oliver met a number of women who then encouraged him to fantasize wildly, and his loyalty was tested. Between passion and strength, Oliver lived his day and became a hero to those closest to him! Excerpt: “Looks like Carla is taking a shower,” Oliver whispered to himself. His whole body rippled with desire. Oliver stepped without taking his eyes off from the figure of the woman in the bathroom, who didn’t seem to notice his presence at all. Unconsciously, Oliver rubbed the lower part of his stomach, which was now fully hardened like a security guard’s baton, as if rebelling to be released from its lair. While taking off his underwear, Oliver looked up at the woman’s body in the bathroom, which seemed to squirm under the water as if inviting him to join her immediately under the shower. Oliver dropped his underwear on the floor along with the rest of his clothes. “You want to, right?” Oliver whispered as he looked down at his own, which seemed to nod as if to indicate that Oliver’s proud body part was ready for battle. Oliver moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue and slowly reached out to push open the bathroom door. The sound of running water and splashing warm water greeted Oliver as soon as the door opened. Standing with her back to Oliver, Carla seemed to be enjoying the warm water pouring from the shower. With skillful movements, Carla spreads the soap foam over her breast in a circular motion. Not wanting to waste any more time, Oliver rammed into Carla’s body from behind. He wrapped his arms around Carla’s breast. At that very second, the woman in Oliver’s arms screamed and freed herself from the entanglement of Oliver’s arms. She turned around, and Oliver immediately felt like he’d been electrocuted. The woman he thought was his wife turned out to be Nancy, Carla’s sister. Oliver’s body froze for a moment like a stone statue. But, even in that state, Oliver’s still stood tall as if challenging the woman in front of him. Reflexively Oliver covered him with both hands, albeit with some difficulty due to his size. Nancy’s eyes widened, and she didn’t take her eyes off Oliver for a second. She seemed to swallow as if she had run out of words because this was the first time she had seen and felt a grown man’s property in person. As soon as she realized her shock, Nancy grabbed the bath towel hanging on the towel rack and covered her body. “That’s crazy. You want to rape me, huh, I am your sister-in-law, bastard? Just watch out. I’ll report you to daddy!” Nancy scolded while fixing her bath towel.

“Aren’t you a lonely one?” An enchanting feminine voice said. “But you won't be for long with that lovely and slightly hairy chest of yours flashing here in my corner. Just how I love it. You are not going to get away from me with that body of yours, pussycat," The young lady purred as she hooked one of her legs on one of his own while massaging his chest. "You've come to the right place, and you have my full attention for the rest of the night." She had a sly grin on her face as she watched him become what she described as embarrassed. Just above her perky breasts, he could smell her blood, and he could get a sense of what it would be like if he bit into the area that was above her open cleavage. However, he showed no interest in doing so. The girl's blood had been exposed to an unhealthy amount of sexual activity as well as male seeds. Nathan's normally charming countenance changed to one of revulsion as he took in the sight of the girl, who appeared to be filthy from head to toe. His stomach churned and his appetite waned slowly but surely. Perhaps another vampire could make use of her as a meal, but not him. He would never do such a thing. Used trash held no appeal for him. “Be careful what you wish for, lady.” He whispered between clenched teeth. “I am not here for you. Move over and give me room to pass!” His eyes glowed red once more, but the girl failed to take note. "Aren't you the grumpy sort? Well, I happen to love it when they play hard to get, but you will have to suffer for what they have beneath. I'm guessing some monster cock or something." She ran her finger along his chest, playing with the sparse hairs on it, with a stubborn, relentless smile on her face. "You appear cold and pale,” she paused. “You will need some tender loving care to restore the color, handsome. I'd be delighted to warm you up." She batted her butterfly-like eyelids as she brought her fingers to rest on the bulge in his pants. "Look who's ready for action," she said as she gave his knob a gentle stroke. “You don't know what you're playing with, and I'm warning you.” Gnashing his teeth, Nathan said while holding back a third of his abilities. It was as if the music and the people's voices were coming from a great distance away. It was obvious that the woman enjoyed hearing him rant and rave. Even the girls who were laughing at them approached him from afar. It seemed for a brief second that all eyes were on them. He tried to push her away, anger blazing in his fiery eyes, but she was tougher than she appeared. "Release me right now!" “Oh, come on, don't try to convince me that you have no intention of hitting me with your baton?!” She pointed to Nathan's steadily growing cock and gave him a wide-eyed look, oblivious to the fact that he was turning whiter than he ever had before. "I will give you the best f*ck there is,” she added.