Visage

【1v1, double affectueux, texte pur, hommes séduisants et femmes féroces】 Il est dit que Mademoiselle Lu n'a aucun talent, n'est pas une bonne élève, est arrogante et se fiche des autres... Un certain homme, ajustant ses lunettes, la couvre d'affection et dit, "Ce n'est pas grave, j'ai quand même envie de la gâter." Aucun talent ? Un jour, un morceau de piano joué par Lu Qingyi a stupéfié tout le cercle du divertissement. Une mauvaise élève ? Le Principal Hardrick, avec un visage flatteur, suivait Lu Qingyi, demandant obséquieusement : "Chère Qingyi, quand reviendrez-vous à l'école pour enseigner ?" Arrogante ? Se fiche des autres ? Xu Boyan dit avec une affection adorante : "Ce sont des privilèges que je lui offre. Cela vous pose-t-il problème ?" "Patron, notre réseau de renseignements a été compromis." Un des subordonnés le dit prudemment. "Ah ? Je suis désolée, ma main a glissé." Une certaine Mademoiselle leva nonchalamment sa patte. "Gamin, combien d'alias en ligne as-tu ?" Un certain homme demanda, un sourire indulgent aux lèvres. Soudain un jour, Lu Qingyi découvrit que son identité n'était pas ce qu'elle croyait. 【Ceci est l'histoire de deux grands joueurs se démasquant mutuellement. Si cela ne vous plaît pas, abstenez-vous de parler en mal. Merci.】

Suite du guide pour élever mes adorables maris. Mo Qiang, une architecte a été choisie par la fée de la nature qui l'a amenée dans le monde interstellaire où elle a été punie pour faire revivre la nature qu'elle a détruite de ses propres mains en créant une architecture qu'elle pensait ouvrir la voie vers le futur. Maintenant, coincée avec un système de revivification de la nature dans un monde plein de gaz toxiques et de trucs intergalactiques où elle doit tout recommencer à zéro et planter plus de forêts et de récoltes tout en créant un monde vivable pour les humains, Mo Qiang souffrait. Mais ça a l'air facile, non ? Non ! Sur son chemin, elle a trois maris méchants, tous les trois veulent la tuer pour pouvoir épouser sa sœur capable après l'avoir rejetée, elle qui était nulle et bonne à rien. Mo Qiang n'a rien contre eux, en fait, elle est plus que prête à divorcer d'eux après avoir sécurisé sa vie et augmenté sa faveur dans leurs cœurs de sorte qu'ils ne la tueront pas mais —— Pourquoi viennent-ils pour elle maintenant ? Allô, vous vouliez tous épouser sa sœur, non ? Extrait : « Voilà, » dit Mo Qiang en poussant l'accord de divorce en regardant son premier mari qui était doux mais venimeux comme un serpent. « J'ai déjà signé le document de notre divorce, tu peux y jeter un œil — attend, pourquoi est-ce que tu enlèves tes vêtements ? » La sirène la regarda et sourit doucement en retirant ses lunettes et dit, « On dirait que mon épouse n'est pas contente que je ne lui ai pas donné d'enfant, ne t'inquiète pas, je vais travailler dur ce soir. » Mo Qiang : « ….. » Je ne veux pas que tu travailles dur ! Prends le deuxième ! « Prends ça et signe-le, » dit Mo Qiang, cette fois plus fermement en regardant son deuxième mari qui lisait un scénario pour son film. « Je suis sûre que tu veux divorcer de moi, n'est-ce pas ? J'ai déjà signé — ouah ! Pourquoi tu me mets sur le lit ? » Demanda-t-elle en regardant le visage magnifique. Son deuxième mari la fixa et d'une expression et d'une voix aussi froides que l'eau, dit, « Je dois répéter une scène d'amour, aide-moi, chère épouse. » Mo Qiang : « …… » Ce film que tu tournes est basé sur l'apocalypse Zerg, ne me mens pas ! Avec qui vas-tu faire l'amour ? Un Zerg ? Prends le troisième ! « Huff, huff... c'est l'accord de divorce, signe-le... Je sais que ta compagnie n'autorise pas les idoles à sortir avec quelqu'un, alors tiens signe-le, » dit-elle à son troisième mari qui s'entraînait à danser. La sirène, habillée d'une chemise en soie ample et de la sueur coulant le long de son corps, jeta un œil au document qu'elle lui tendait, puis étreignit Mo Qiang. Une seconde plus tard, elle entendit sa voix sanglotante alors qu'il parsemait son cou de baisers, « Épouse, tu ne me veux plus ? Est-ce le nouvel idole qui a attiré ton attention, je le savais ! Je vais m'occuper de lui ! » « Pose ce couteau, veux-tu ! » Et pourquoi le troisième prince de la famille impériale qui la détestait à mort lui court après avec des fleurs ? Elle a déjà assez à faire ! ….

[Statut : TERMINÉ] « Feng Tianyi ! Ton frère a détruit ma famille Tang ! Y a-t-il quelque chose de bon dans ta famille ? » « En. Ne vois-tu pas comment nos gènes de belle apparence se transmettent à nos enfants ? Quant à la dette de la famille Feng, je te la paierai. » Il dit nonchalamment. Tang Moyu se moqua et croisa les bras sur sa poitrine. « Comment comptes-tu payer ? » « Que dirais-tu que je te rembourse avec mon corps ? » « ... » Tellement sans honte ! L'homme assis dans son fauteuil roulant éclata de rire en voyant son expression contrariée. « Mademoiselle Tang, ça ne sert à rien de faire semblant de ne pas l'avoir vu puisque tu as littéralement grimpé dans mon lit et profité de moi. » Il y a cinq ans, Tang Moyu était l'impératrice du monde des affaires et était au sommet de sa carrière avant d'être réduite à néant lorsque son fiancé est tombé amoureux d'une autre femme. C'était acceptable puisqu'il n'y avait pas d'amour entre elle et Feng Tianhua, mais qui aurait pu penser que cette « Cendrillon » était un loup déguisé en mouton ? Et puis il y a Feng Tianyi, le successeur tristement célèbre de la famille Feng, un auteur acclamé par la critique qui secouait constamment la liste des meilleures ventes avec ses livres. Les rumeurs disent qu'il était colérique et de mauvaise humeur. Il était si impitoyable que ni les hommes ni les femmes ne voulaient de sa compagnie. Les rumeurs disent même que son visage était si beau et hors de ce monde. Il était pratiquement un dieu parmi les hommes. C'était dommage qu'il fût handicapé. Les deux n'étaient jamais censés se rencontrer à nouveau, mais une paire de petits buns doux est intervenue. « Oncle, nous n'avons pas d'argent pour te payer les dégâts. » Le plus grand des petits buns a dit. « Mes manuscrits n'ont pas de prix, » répondit cet oncle séduisant avec amusement. « Oncle, si ça ne te dérange pas, pouvons-nous payer avec notre maman ? Elle est aussi inestimable. » Ainsi la paire de petits buns doux et l'oncle séduisant conclurent un accord mais qui aurait pensé que la femme en question était une reine froide comme la glace venue de l'enfer qui avait une étrange affinité pour les sucreries ? —— Éditeur/relecteur : ninaviews Couverture du livre : Bizzybiin / droits d’auteur 2020 anjeeriku

Aries Aime Heathcliffe. Une princesse du petit royaume de Rikhill qui était aimée de tous. Avec sa beauté qui était enchantement réservée et un esprit avisé, elle avait attiré beaucoup d'attention et conquis les cœurs de nombreux. L'un d'entre eux était le séduisant prince héritier de l'Empire de Maganti. Submergé par le désir de la posséder et son intérêt pour la terre du petit royaume, le prince héritier dudit empire ne reculerait devant rien. Les chevaliers de l'Empire de Maganti marchèrent à travers les masses et s'emparèrent du royaume de Rikhill vieux de quatre cent ans. Le royaume de Rikhill tomba en ruine en une nuit. Le prince héritier ne laissa aucun membre de la famille royale en vie à part son trophée de guerre, Aries. Après avoir souffert entre ses mains, Aries trouva la chance parfaite de s'échapper. C'était lorsqu'il l'emmena au sommet mondial. Un rassemblement de chaque souverain de chaque royaume et empire pour des pourparlers de paix. Là, elle rencontra l'empereur de Haimirich, Eustass Silvestri Abel Sangsouillé. Submergée par le désespoir, Aries le supplia de l'accueillir. C'était trop tard lorsqu'elle réalisa que l'homme à qui elle demandait de l'aide était bien plus cruel, tordu et carrément diabolique que le prince héritier en la prenant pour son... animal de compagnie! EXTRAIT : Avec une paire d'yeux cramoisis planant au-dessus d'elle, Aries retint son souffle. Quand le coin de ses lèvres se leva diaboliquement, elle ne put réagir rapidement alors qu'il inversait leur position avec agilité. Elle ne le réalisa que lorsqu'elle le chevauchait, fixant Abel, les yeux écarquillés. « Personne n'est au-dessus de moi dans cet empire et même au-dehors — pas même la loi, mais regarde-toi, » dit-il avec un sourire diabolique. « Me toisant... si intimidant. » Aries mordit sa lèvre, posant sa paume sur sa poitrine marquée d'encre. « Votre Majesté... » « Comprends-tu maintenant le pouvoir que tu détiens, ma chérie ? » Abel enroula doucement ses doigts autour de son poignet, enchanté par sa réaction. « Seulement toi, Aries, peut être au-dessus de moi et la seule personne dans ce monde qui peut me toiser. Personne d'autre. » Il leva un bras et passa ses doigts dans le côté de ses cheveux, posant sa paume sur l'arrière de sa tête avant de la tirer vers le bas jusqu'à ce que son visage soit à une paume de distance du sien. « Tu ferais mieux d'utiliser cela à ta discrétion, » murmura-t-il, inclinant la tête tandis qu'il la soulevait pour réclamer ce qui est à lui. ELLE. Faites la connaissance d'Eustass Silvestri Abel Sangsouillé, le tyran sadique, qui régnait sur un empire avec un poing de fer. Avec la présence croissante de son animal de compagnie, Aries, dans sa vie ennuyeuse et sombre, il était prêt à la tuer. Mais hélas, à chaque fois qu'il pensait prendre sa vie, il se retrouvait à changer d'avis. Plus il la gardait à ses côtés, plus il devenait difficile de s'en débarrasser. Et plus il aspirait à quelque chose de plus profond et plus sombre... cela le rendait fou. Avec un secret qu'il lui cachait, que ferait Abel si Aries découvrait la vérité pourrissante derrière l'empire et l'empereur ? La tuerait-il ? Ou l'embrasserait-il ? Peut-être l'enfermerait-il ? Et si elle découvrait qu'Abel n'était pas juste un humain normal, essayerait-elle de s'échapper ? Ou accepterait-elle qu'il n'était pas juste une incarnation de démon ? Dans un monde compliqué qui les teintait de noir, l'amour était-il même possible de fleurir entre un animal de compagnie et son maître ? Regardez comme ces deux-là jouent le jeu dangereux et insensé de l'amour et du désir. Qui serait le maître et l'animal de compagnie ? Qui était la proie ? Lisez pour en savoir plus. --------- Histoire originale par : alienfrommars SUIVEZ-MOI SUR INSTAGRAM pour les arts des personnages originaux : @authoralienfrommars Serveur Discord : https://discord.gg/tbS4rKec3e Avertissement : Couverture non mienne. Prise sur Pinterest. Credits à l'artiste.

``` (Contenu mature R-18+ Contient du gore, pas de drame de la seconde femme ou de viol.) Mon amour ne connaît ni fin, ni raison ni tort. Car quand j'aime je veux que tu sois à moi autant que je suis à toi - Angelina Bhardawaj ~~~~~~ "Je t'ai dit que je voulais te détruire," dit-il en lui tenant la mâchoire tout en la plaquant contre le mur. "Et tu as déjà assez fait. Maintenant je m'en vais," répondit-elle sèchement. "Tu n'as pas compris ce que je veux dire, Princesse," ricana-t-il froidement. "Quand je dis que je veux te détruire, je veux te lier à mon lit et te remplir jusqu'à ce que ton parfum se confonde avec moi et que chaque putain de personne dans ce monde sache qui tu es... Que tu es putain de à moi !" Il la heurta contre le mur, l'embrassant passionnément. ~~~~~~ Elliana Heart, la fille illégitime du Roi de Cité Lune Cœur avec la lignée des chasseurs, ne veut qu'une chose dans sa vie ; connaître et rencontrer sa mère biologique. Innocente et magnifique, Elliana est souvent la victime des complots de sa belle-mère et sa demi-sœur. Sébastien Marino, le tristement célèbre Prince Vampire masqué, n'a connu que la haine de tous ceux qui l'entourent. Tout le monde le craint puisqu'il possède un pouvoir incommensurable. Après avoir purgé un an de prison à la place de sa demi-sœur, Elliana est surprise d'être libérée sous caution. Cependant, sa joie est de courte durée lorsqu'elle découvre qu'elle doit épouser le prince vampire à la place de sa demi-sœur. Elliana ne sait rien des vampires, et Sebastien déteste tout ce qui a trait à ces humains maléfiques. Que fera-t-elle lorsqu'elle épousera le monstre notoire du monde obscur qui prend et chasse sans pitié ? "N'es-tu pas curieuse de savoir à quoi je ressemble ?" Il lui prit le menton douloureusement. "Montre-moi ton visage quand tu auras confiance en moi," sourit-elle doucement. 'Cela n'arrivera jamais,' pensa Sébastien. Pour lui, elle n'était rien de plus qu'un outil pour se venger des humains. Pour elle, il était plus que tout ce qu'elle avait vu, même plus que la vérité de son existence. Il existe une puissance encore plus grande et plus puissante que tout, et cette puissance s'appelle le destin. Seront-ils capables de combattre leur destin pour rester ensemble ou y succomberont-ils et tout perdre ? L'histoire de la plus mortelle des sorcières déguisée en humaine et du prince prodige le plus dangereux qui survit grâce au sang de vampire. Avertissement - Le livre est construit autour du monde magique et de la pure fantaisie. La romance vous donnera des papillons dans l'estomac tandis que certaines scènes pourraient vous faire remettre en question la rationalité autour de l'amour. Les 50 premiers chapitres construiront le monde autour du livre. Je promets, si vous restez, vous allez adorer le livre, à moins que ce ne soit pas votre genre. ~~~~~~ Suivez-moi sur mes réseaux sociaux. Facebook - Auteure Angelina Bhardawaj Instagram - @angelinabhardawaj ```

Jeanne n'avait que 18 ans lorsque sa belle-mère et sa demi-sœur l'ont encadrée et lui ont fait tout perdre. Elle a été jetée hors de la maison par son père pour avoir essayé de résister. 7 ans plus tard, Jeanne est revenue pour se venger avec un fils mystérieux à ses côtés : George. Les gens se moquaient d'elle pour être une mère célibataire et appelaient son fils un enfant sans père. «Qui appelez-vous un enfant sans père? Tu ne m'aimerais pas quand je suis en colère,» George a menacé. «Garde le profil bas, George! Ne gâche pas le plaisir ! Je n'en ai pas assez,» dit Jeanne alors qu'elle voulait profiter de sa vengeance, laissant le garçon sans voix. Jeanne a plus tard rencontré le tristement célèbre Quatrième Maître Swan lors d'un bal de charité. L'homme au beau visage et au tempérament froid l'a appelée dans un coin et lui a dit : «Je t'aime.» Tout le monde était choqué, y compris Jeanne. «Je suis une mère célibataire et j'ai un enfant. Es-tu sûr que tu m'aimes?» Elle a dit. "J'aime en fait ... ton enfant!" Tout le monde a été choqué lorsque le Quatrième Maître Swan a épousé Jeanne, mais seul son rusé savait qu'il avait obtenu non pas un, mais deux acteurs importants dans ce jeu d'échecs qu'il jouait.

In the year 2344, Jasper Otto—known in the virtual world as the powerful Demon Lord Lucifer Morningstar—is a professional gamer and one of the wealthiest players in the world-renowned MMORPG Amber Lands. With a reputation as an unstoppable solo player, he has amassed treasures, skills, and wealth that others can only dream of. But one day, while deeply immersed in the game, Jasper is suddenly transported to another world—not as himself, but as his legendary in-game persona, Lucifer Morningstar. Armed with all his demonic powers, magical artifacts, and the fierce visage of the demon lord, Jasper finds himself bound by magic to a ruthless and ambitious princess. Summoned to help her secure the imperial throne, Lucifer is enslaved to follow her commands without question, unable to resist or escape. Despite his vast powers, Jasper’s fate is tied to the princess and her ambitions, forcing him to obey until he finds a way to break free. As Lucifer navigates this new reality—one filled with kingdoms, monsters, and formidable foes—he learns that the rules of this world resemble the game but carry far more dangerous stakes. In a quest for freedom and revenge, Lucifer must master this world’s mysteries, confront those who would control him, and ultimately carve out his own path to power. But with a dark kingdom of his own to build and countless enemies ahead, his journey has only just begun. Guys my discord is aneja_mehul And my instagram is aneja_mehul You can follow me and add me as friend to ask questions give suggestions and more

"To ascend unto the pantheon, one must claim the visage of a deity who yet lingers upon this earth." As the doom of Avaricia's continent looms with the inexorable tread of a nocturnal specter, a youth of divine lineage, heretofore lamenting a life of sorrow, rises to the challenge of destiny's call. This lad, a demi-god among mortals, amasses an assembly of his ilk, each burdened with a spark of the celestial within their earthly frames. They embark upon a quest most perilous, a final stand against the encroaching shadows that threaten to engulf the four realms of existence. Guided by an audacious scheme, fraught with the very essence of impossibility, they aim to safeguard not only the present, but to ensure a continuance of days to come. Their intent, as daring as it is profane, is to usurp the thrones of those gods who have forsaken their dominion. Yet, such endeavors are not lightly undertaken. For to wrest the scepter from the grip of an immortal sovereignty is a feat that would daunt the stoutest of hearts. "If the Pantheon has turned a blind eye to the realms," the young hero declares with the fiery conviction of one who has glimpsed the abyss, "then perhaps 'tis time for a new order to assume their mantle." Away with the ancients, and hail the new! The nascent deities of Avaricia shall rise, a pantheon reborn in the crucible of fate. The very fabric of the cosmos trembles at their approach. These... 'New Gods of Avaricia'... shall they be heralded as saviors, or condemned as usurpers? Only the inscrutable dance of destiny shall reveal the truth beneath the veil of night.

A/N ~ News about updates can be found in the Auxiliary Chapter called 'not a update'. Enjoy my first work. ~ Drake Zoraiz was a ordinary young black man, maybe with a little more of an realistic view of the world than most of the people. He had been living his life in the world as an mercenary, until he was left for dead after a truly brutal mission where everything that could go have gone wrong, does. As an atheist for most of his young orphaned life, he was not expecting anything waiting for him after his death. Especially not the endless void he found himself in or that of visage of the beyond beautiful; and radiant figure of a goddess, who offers a chance of boundless adventure and endless battles to become more, to show up and say. "Drake Zoraiz, it is time to choose..." ~ Planned World's (in random order) Homeworld ~ A Song of Ice and Fire ~ Bleach ~ Overlord ~ DC/Marvel ~ Harry Potter ~ Jujutsu Kaisen ~ Highschool DxD ~ Highschool of the Dead ~ That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime ~ ect. to Fin. ~ Disclaimer ~ This is a fanfiction inspired by the works of [Author/Creator's Name(s)], including [specific source material, e.g., A Song of Ice and Fire by George R.R. Martin]. I do not claim ownership of any original characters, settings, or lore created by the respective authors. The only elements I claim as my own are original characters, plots, and interpretations that I have added to this fanfiction. This work is created purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended for commercial use. All credit for the original material belongs to its respective owners, and I encourage readers to support the official works. ~

Samantha Larsson est devenue la risée de tous lorsque Timothy Barker a publiquement dénoncé leur mariage. Deux ans plus tard, elle fut trompée pour retourner chez elle et épousa un homme mystérieux, connu pour être défiguré et physiquement handicapé ! Néanmoins, elle se battrait jusqu'à la fin et détruirait ces vermines, obtenant peu à peu sa justice ! "Timothy, je te le dis, les hommes font la queue pour m'épouser ! Même si tu t'agenouilles et me supplie de t'épouser, je ne te choisirai pas !" Puis, Samantha partit fièrement. Au milieu de la nuit, un homme mystérieux vint. "Tu ne me choisiras pas ? Hmm ?" Bientôt, Samantha vit le visage de l'homme mystérieux, et ses yeux s'écarquillèrent...

Content Synopsis: In the vibrant, verdant campus, he was elegantly and magnificently refined, while she was hardworking, excellent, cheerful, and outstanding. In the night-shrouded Allure, her smile was enchanting, her eyes full of reflections, while he was listless, degenerate, and in despair. The two of them, traversing between light and night, met time and again with different visages. She didn't have Cinderella's fortune; she couldn't simply leave behind a glass slipper to find a beautiful fairy tale. And he, the lofty prince, in his relentless pursuit, almost snapped the red string of fate tied around his fingers. In this world, despite so many twists and misfortunes, I am still moved. Because here, we met, loved, and stayed with each other. Love, from beginning to end, maintained its initial purity and beauty... Published by Jiangsu Literature & Art Publishing House

In a realm of mortals, a monster stirred into existence. Initially adrift in purpose, the creature resolved to guard its progenitors, the girl who came before, he intended to defend and protect all of them. As times unfolded, the monster adeptly concealed itself behind the visage of a mortal, humanoid in nature, he easily donned the guise, the mask of a human being. Yet, fear not, for the tale did not conclude there. A young man's agonized wail pierced the nocturnal silence, a lament for all he lost, for all he wished to protect, challenging the heavenly realms and defying the very essence of existence. In his rebellion, the world recoiled, deeming him unworthy of breath, a rejection that ushered his drowning into oblivion. Amidst the struggle for survival, an otherworldly entity took notice. "Perhaps…? Let's test the fortitude of his will!" As the youth teetered on the brink of unconsciousness, a voice resonated in his mind. [Notice: Legendary Skill Reincarnation Acquired!] [Reincarnation has been activated!] ... In a cosmos where gods, devils, humans, myths, and dreams converge into reality, the monster finds rebirth. Yet, navigating this new existence proved arduous, for the world demanded a toll for every breath he took and every moment of joy in it. And such a toll… it will be paid with his life once more. Will the human-masked monster triumph… Or will he fall just like a hundred times before? Let me see an end to it, but now… will you join me, Mortal!? ----------------------------------- Chapter Length: 1700-2400 words. The Mc is a kind of psychopath who wore a mask throughout his life, but I would not easily condemn him as neither good nor evil. (And before you ask. Yes, the MC is kind of a yandere as well.) There will be a harem, but much later or until I start liking another girl character. There is some dark stuff, be it burning flesh, dissecting, blood, extreme agony... Or whatever else, I just want to say if you don't like it be prepared that they are not uncommon here since the MC will show the monster everyone told him to be. A question that arose... When does someone become a monster, do you know? I don't know the specifics either, let's find out... That's it have a nice read, my fellow humans. ;)

La grosse et laide Nora Smith est la risée de la ville lorsque son fiancé rompt leurs fiançailles. Il dit : "La vue de ton visage gigantesque et de tes cuisses énormes me dégoûte ! Ne me dérange plus jamais !" “Quel idiot.” Nora se moque et se retourne, ses lèvres se courbent en un sourire. Plus tard, lorsque Nora réussit à mincir, elle revient en tant que beauté stupéfiante. Son ex-fiancé vient à elle avec des fleurs et supplie, "J'ai eu tort, Nora. Je suis prêt à tout tant que tu reviens vers moi." Nora pose son menton dans ses mains et sourit en répondant, “Les vrais hommes ne vivent pas dans le passé.” Enervé, il dit, “Tu n'es qu'une idiote chargée de bagages que j'ai jetée, Nora. Personne ne te voudra sauf moi!" Mais après ça... Un jeune chanteur populaire tweete : "Nora Smith est ma déesse!" Un chirurgien de renommée internationale demande, "Es-tu libre ce soir, Nora ?" Même le riche et influent homme d'affaires dont tout le monde a peur s'avance et dit: ”Je peux m'occuper de ma femme et de mes enfants moi-même, merci beaucoup.”

"C'était un jeu de survie." Le grand Empire d'Alfaros était dans le chaos. Le Prince Regan revenait du champ de bataille après quatre ans. Il fut un temps, il était le plus beau prince de l'Empire. Ironiquement, ce même prince était aujourd'hui connu comme Le Prince Masqué. On dit qu'il avait une énorme cicatrice sur le visage, un visage qui fut autrefois très beau. La cicatrice était si horrifiante que l'Empereur en eut peur lorsqu'il la vit et l'envoya au champ de bataille. Mais la guerre était terminée. Et il devait revenir. . . . Regardant les yeux verts qui ne vacillaient même pas à la vue de son visage marqué, Regan fut rempli de surprise pendant un instant. Au même moment, quelque chose brilla dans ses yeux froids lorsqu'il vit à quel point elle avait l'air calme. "Comment t'appelles-tu ?" "Evelyn, Votre Altesse" "Evelyn..." Regan goûta le nom sur ses lèvres. Ses yeux rouges examinèrent son visage qui était complètement neutre et il dit "Evelyn, tu seras mon esclave personnelle à partir d'aujourd'hui." Evelyn avait l'air calme. Cependant, avec le temps, Evelyn comprit que Regan voulait plus. Beaucoup plus qu'elle ne pouvait lui donner. Elle essaya de l'arrêter. Mais que pourrait-elle faire lorsque le prince plaça de force son cœur entre ses mains et se montra intransigeant sur le fait de prendre le sien ? Evelyn choisira-t-elle alors de s'éloigner ou de continuer ? Surtout au moment où les horreurs de son passé assombrissent son cœur __________ Cette histoire fait partie d'un concours, donc si la lecture vous plaît, veuillez soutenir pour encourager l'auteur. En retour, je vous assure que l'intrigue ne vous décevra pas car elle est pleine de rebondissements. La couverture est la mienne. Créée par : Lay Lee

## CONTENU MATURE! ## “Pourquoi as-tu des cicatrices?” Tout à coup, Iris changea de sujet, alors qu'elle regardait Cane dans les yeux. Elle tenait toujours ses manches. “Ton père me les a données,” répondit Cane. Il pensait que Iris ne se souviendrait pas de cette conversation au réveil. “Ça a dû être tellement douloureux.” “C’est le cas.” “Les cicatrices vont-elles guérir?” “Je ne pense pas.” La nuit vous rend en effet vulnérable et vous laisse dire quelque chose que vous n'admettriez jamais quand il fait jour. L’obscurité adoucit votre cœur. “C'est dommage. Tu as une âme chaleureuse.” Iris fronça légèrement les sourcils. “Je n'ai plus d'âme.” Il avait vendu son âme pour la liberté de son peuple. Il ne restait plus rien de lui maintenant. “Si, tu en as une, mais tu souffres tellement.” Iris cligna des yeux. “Ta bête souffre. Tu as tellement de cicatrices.” “Les seules cicatrices que j'ai sont sur mon visage.” Iris secoua doucement la tête. “Je ne parle pas de ton visage. Je parle de ton âme. C'est dommage, tu souffres tellement… ce que mon père et mon frère t'ont fait doit être douloureux…” Et après cela, Iris ferma les yeux et s'endormit. ====================== Elle est la fille d'un alpha qui a tué sa famille, rayé sa meute et a aussi fait de son peuple des esclaves. Maintenant, après dix ans de traitement en tant qu'esclave, il a réussi à se venger et vit une vie que personne n'aurait jamais pu imaginer. Une vie proche de l'enfer. Et dix ans plus tard, l'Alpha Cane parvient à prendre le dessus et à tuer l'alpha qui a rendu la vie de son peuple pire que la mort. Il était temps pour lui de faire payer aux enfants de l'alpha ce que leur père avait fait. Seulement… Iris était chétive et elle était très différente de son père.

[Contenu Mature] Arabella Donovan a sacrifié sa jeunesse uniquement pour son mari. Cependant, il l'a divorcée parce qu'elle ne pouvait pas lui donner d'enfants, lui causant une grande douleur. Bella a décidé de disparaître de sa vie. Cinq ans plus tard, elle est revenue dans le pays avec son adorable fils. Sa vie paisible a commencé à être perturbée quand son ex-mari l'a poursuivie dès qu'il a su qu'elle avait donné naissance à son fils. Mais à présent, elle n'était plus la même Bella qu'elle avait été. Elle est une personne totalement différente. ***** « Patron, elle est de retour ! » « Qui ? » Tristan Sinclair demanda tout en gribouillant sa signature sur des piles de papiers. « Votre femme— » L'assistant hésita, observant attentivement Tristan. Quand il vit les sourcils froncés de Tristan, il se reprit. « Désolé, je veux dire votre ex-femme, Mme Donovan. Elle est revenue avec un garçon... » Tristan soupira, fixant le contrat devant lui. Après cinq ans de recherche, pour finalement découvrir qu'elle avait refait sa vie, ça fait mal. Mais il ne pouvait pas l'éviter. Elle mérite le bonheur avec quelqu'un d'autre. Il acceptera cette perte. « Elle mérite un nouveau mari... » Tristan murmura, congédiant son assistant. « Patron, ce que je voulais dire, c'est le petit garçon mignon. Je pense qu'il a environ quatre ans — » Tristan se tendit. Relevant la tête, il fixa son assistant d'un regard acéré. « J'ai besoin que vous organisiez un test ADN pour le gamin. Et trouvez-moi son adresse ! » Une lueur apparut dans ses yeux alors qu'un sourire se dessinait lentement sur son visage. ______ Author Novel: 1. DAMN! JE SUIS TOMBÉ AMOUREUX DE LUI (Terminé) 2. The Bride Of Immortal Crown Prince (La Mariée Du Prince Immortel Couronné) (Terminé) 3. Rebirth: Dancing In My Destiny (La Renaissance : Danser Dans Mon Destin) (Terminé) 4. The Billionaire's Genius Wife (La Femme Génie Du Milliardaire) (Terminé) 5. Rebirth As The Vampire Lord's Wife (Renaissance En Tant Que Femme Du Seigneur Vampire) (Terminé) 6. My Billionaire Ex-Husband Chase Me Back (Mon Ex-Mari Milliardaire Me Courtise De Nouveau) _____ Comment me contacter : >> Compte Instagram : authorpurplelight >> Page FB : Author_Purplelight >> Rejoignez mon serveur Discord : https://bit.ly/purplelightserver _____ Notes : La couverture du livre appartient à l'auteur. Veuillez ne pas la réutiliser !

Overpowered Protagonist: Yes，Strength of the Protagonist's Superpowers: ∞，Protagonist's Age: ???，Characters with Diverse Personalities: Yes，Interesting Antagonist: Yes Five of the world's wealthiest tycoons descended upon a poverty-stricken district simultaneously, astonishingly just to visit a 20-year-old young man. This young man was their master fifty years ago. Initially, these magnates only acquired some rudimentary knowledge from William Johnson, but that was enough to make them leaders in their respective fields. However, they were stunned by William's ageless visage when they saw him again, as they were unaware that William Johnson had lived for a billion years. He not only established different religions all over the world, but even Alexander the Great was once his student. Yet, after dispersing the tycoons fifty years ago, he chose a long slumber. But now, William Johnson has awakened... --------------------------- Update Schedule: Update daily. Minimum of two chapters per day. If I get drunk, I might update four chapters, haha. Please show your support if you enjoy the story! [50 power stones = 1 bonus chapter] [200 Power stones = 2 bonus chapters] [400 power stones = 3 bonus chapters] ... [300 golden tickets =??? ] Bonus release will drop the following week! Psst, a little secret for the eagle-eyed readers – there are hidden treasures sprinkled throughout the chapters! Keep your eyes peeled for these sneaky surprises and enjoy the bonus rewards they bring!

In the vast expanse of time, traversing through countless dimensions and realms, there exists an enigmatic girl named Yuna. She is an eternal wanderer, a seeker of solace amidst the ceaseless flow of existence. Her footsteps echo through the eons as she tirelessly quests for a tranquil haven to call home, her appearance forever frozen in the visage of a petite, short-haired figure with a captivating shade of purple locks, standing at a modest height of 159 centimeters. However, destiny takes a mischievous twist as Yuna, amidst her interdimensional odyssey, finds herself adrift and disoriented, her mana reserves nearly depleted. With no other recourse, she descends upon an unfamiliar and desolate room, adorned only by weathered furniture that bears the weight of forgotten memories. Yet, in this unexpected juncture, Yuna's fate intertwines with that of an enigmatic companion—a girl who embodies the essence of an ethereal white cat. Their paths converge in this room of possibilities, sparking an unforeseen connection that will challenge Yuna's eternal voyage and beckon her to unravel the mysteries of an uncharted existence. As the echoes of Yuna's past reverberate through the threads of time, she grapples with the enigma of her newfound partner. Together, they embark on a quest of survival, forging an unbreakable bond amidst the uncertainty that surrounds them. Yuna, the ageless voyager, and her feline-like ally must navigate a realm where the boundaries of reality blur and where challenges beyond imagination await. Amidst the backdrop of shifting dimensions and the passage of eras, Yuna's journey takes a poignant turn—a quest not only for a tranquil sanctuary but for a profound understanding of herself, her place in the cosmos, and the meaning of companionship. Join Yuna as she embraces the uncharted chapters of her existence, navigating unexplored realms with her enigmatic partner, and discovering that even an eternity of wandering can be transformed by the power of an unexpected connection.

In the remote solitude of a mountain village, a boy’s life hangs by a thread in the dim confines of a humble hut. His body, battered and his soul deeply scarred, is illuminated only by the eerie glow of a crimson pearl. As the boy fights against the darkness of unconsciousness, the pearl’s pulsating light transforms into a spectral visage, a ghostly face that seems to carry secrets untold. The face speaks in an unsettling, otherworldly tone, revealing that the boy has survived a soul devourer’s attack—a rare and dangerous feat. With his soul gravely wounded, the boy’s fate seems grim, but an enigmatic system intervenes.

Complete! Life is ever-changing. Edwin found out that the hard way after a month of him getting sicker and sicker. Still, he tried to keep to his morals, to live life with the means he still had. Then he met Orion, whose snowstorm eyes refused to let him go. An ice demon, with the visage of a dream man, who was twisted at his core. Love is sweet, yes, Edwin often thought, as he changed to the point he could not recognize himself anymore. But what Orion felt for him was not love. It was cold fingers on pale skin, it was a stolen kiss. Edwin knew all that, tried to be freed of the demon. Only to fall further and further from grace. His heart still, his blood cold. Living an existence as one of Death's sons. This book is now available only on Webnovel! Happy reading! =)

An adopted child, Heidi was a smart and obedient girl because she had to be. Used as a scapegoat by her family, she was sent to become the political bridge between two empires. Taken in by the House of the infamous White King, Lord Nicholas Rune, she would be cared for and supervised until her wedding with his cousin, Warren Lawson. A man whose gentle appearance and benevolent manner earned him the title White King of the Empire, Lord Nicholas was a man kindest to the souls around him. Very few knew about the truth that lay beneath his beautiful visage. Who could predict a little human girl would bring out the best and the worst of a noble pureblood? ----- “Now, tell me, Heidi, why do I have a bad taste in women?” As Lord Nicholas took a step forward, she took a step back. Heidi had said too much, and she regretted it. Would he let her go free? Gulping, she warned him, "What you're doing could be considered harassment, milord." "I wouldn’t. I’d call it persuasion.” He took another step towards her, his frame towering over her. "I believe the dictionary in your library would disagree with you, milord." She retreated another step back, shrinking away, hoping he would give up. “I keep the good one in my room. You can come to see for yourself if you don’t believe me.” Her back struck the wall behind her. "You haven’t answered my question, Heidi." The Lord was too persistent, Heidi cursed to herself. He was unwilling to let her go.

"Let me embrace my newfound role as the antagonist, and become the epitome of villainy." Amidst the havoc she had caused, a young girl stood with cascading silver locks framing her visage and eyes as profound as the depths of the ocean. The once lavishly decorated grand hall, filled with melodies and aristocratic laughter, now teetered on the brink of anarchy. The assembled nobles, accustomed to lives of opulence and extravagance, had never fathomed such a spectacle could unfold before their eyes. In a graceful pivot, Aria's devious smirk adorned her features. Her elegant gown billowed with an air of calculated elegance, and the subtle click of her heels reverberated through the now tumultuous chamber. While she had been labeled as a villainess, she was determined to prove herself as the greatest purveyor of wickedness. Perfect - that was the word that had long defined Aria's existence. She hailed from an impeccable lineage, an inseparable companion, resided in the most exquisite city, and was betrothed to the love of her life. Every conceivable desire she had was fulfilled. Her relentless efforts to assist those around her - her friend, her fiancé, and her subjects - had only resulted in a cruel twist of fate, a brutal severance of her own head. "...you are the villain..." The words uttered by her once-trusted confidante seared into her soul, leaving an indelible mark. They penetrated so deeply that Aria underwent a profound transformation, altering almost every aspect of her being.

In the mysterious realm of Kalvon, where shadows whispered tales of Kings and Queens, none were as infamous as King Jetaime. Whispers echoed through the cobblestone corridors and darkened chambers of the palace, painting a macabre portrait of a heartless sovereign scarred by the cruelty of fate. His legs, so the tales spun, were lifeless appendages, and his face, a grotesque canvas of boils. His was a visage that struck terror into the hearts of those who dared imagine it. Yet, destiny took an unforeseen turn on the eve of a grand wedding night. Princess Jaelyn, cursed and hidden away within the confines of Malavon Castle, was the unwilling pawn in a malevolent game of power. Her name, synonymous with evil, and her every step marked by the devil's touch. However, as she stepped into the grand hall to meet her monstrous groom, a man emerged before her, shattering the grotesque image painted by gossip. King Jetaime stood not as the rumored monster, but as a vision of unexpected sweetness, love, and undeniable handsomeness. The discrepancy between the tales and the reality sparked a whispered question in the minds of those who witnessed this surreal union — had she unwittingly married an imposter, or were the rumors nothing more than twisted fragments of a darker imagination? As King Jetaime and Princess Jaelyn embarked on their tumultuous journey, the chessboard of power and revenge unfolded. Locked in a dance of secrets and hidden motives, the two found themselves entangled in a love that defied the expectations set by the world. The King, who had never allowed anyone close, now placed his heart willingly in her hands. Princess Jaelyn, driven by the flames of vengeance, found an unexpected ally in the man she was supposed to despise. Together, they navigated the treacherous waters of courtly politics, facing a power struggle fueled by conspiracies that threatened to tear them apart. In the battle between love and destiny, the question lingered like an ethereal mist — was their connection a mere human maneuver or a divinely fated love? As the story unfolded, the narrative wove a tapestry of twists and turns, challenging the very essence of their existence. Could love truly conquer all things, or were some cases destined to be eternally hopeless? Two empty hearts, two lives devoid of love, collided in a dance of darkness and light. A monster king and an evil queen united to become one, their journey unfurling like a forbidden scroll. The world watched with bated breath as the saga unfolded — a tale of love, betrayal, and the relentless pursuit of a destiny that defied the predetermined life. Cover by Java graphics.

How does it feel to be alone at one's own wedding? That was the case for Xia Chenxing. Her groom was absent, and she had a rooster for a stand-in. Despite being married for three years, she never met her husband and was everyone's laughing stock and scorned because of that. But so what? No one would know her happiness! Sports cars, mansions, and luxury brands were all hers. She could wear a different set of clothes and jewelry every single day while never running out of money. Most importantly, she did not have to stress herself over procreating! Was there anyone who would not love a life of freedom and indulgence like this one? That is, until one day, she had to break into a private box to avoid some thugs and met a mysterious, cold man... and he had his sights on her. Xia Chenxing: I'm married. My husband will beat you up if you bother me again! The man's advances escalated instead of stopping, leaving Xia Chenxing falling apart from the inside, and she warned him again, "My husband and I love each other very much. Love is stronger than money, and you stand no chance. Give up!"The man appeared even more delighted at her words, and a faint smile appeared on his cold visage. One day, Xia Chenxing was finally pushed over the brink and snapped: Hey! Are you crazy? Why are you stalking a married woman?! Go to the hospital and get checked if there's something wrong with you. And stay away from me! That was when the man finally asked: What's wrong with me stalking my wife? Then, cupping her shocked, dainty face, he said: Good. Now call me 'darling'!

"What is fate? Are the choices we make considered fate? What determines someone or something's fate? These are the questions our protagonist/MC will ponder throughout his mystical journey. These peculiar events will shape the fate and destiny of both the protagonist and his world, challenging him to protect those he hold dear. His adventures begin with the discovery of the possibility of time travel." *** In the shroud of midnight's deepest darkness, atop the loftiest peak, a spark ignited with sudden brilliance. As the spark intensified, it drew the attention of onlookers. Some were gripped by despair at this unexpected anomaly, while others erupted in joyous celebration. With each crescendo of despair and cheer, the spark burned brighter. Flash, Rumble, and Boom—intense light illuminated the heavens, accompanied by the cacophonous symphony of thunder and lightning. It felt as though doomsday itself was on the doorstep. As the initial shock wore off, people snapped into action, desperately seeking refuge to safeguard their fragile lives. Meanwhile, those who reveled in the chaos reveled even more, finding perverse joy in the despair of others. *** Amidst this unfolding spectacle, the initial spark transformed into a radiant, swiftly rotating circular object, periodically emitting sparks of electricity. As the circular object's rotation gradually decelerated, three silhouettes came into view. The boy, around 17 years old, possessed a sharp visage, handsome features, vantablack hair, and gray eyes that fluctuated in color with his emotions. He tightly held a beautiful girl with soft skin, alluring blood-red eyes, silver-blonde hair, and an hourglass figure. Together, they gazed to their left, where a gorgeous young woman of their age captured the boy's attention. What fascinated him the most were her brown wolf-like ears and a constantly wagging tail, accompanied by a joyful smile on her face. As the radiance of the circular rotating object dimmed, they all found themselves in a heartfelt group hug, reunited in this mystical moment. *** After some time, the three of them resolved to investigate the peculiar situation they found themselves in. While the girls marveled at their surroundings in awe, the boy's attention was drawn to a letter displayed on the control panel of his "Time Machine."

Official Kriegersen Discord: https://discord.gg/7snGmrYZTw Within the annals of time, amidst the wondrous realm of Everdawn, a place where the boundaries between myth and reality blurred, an enigmatic and ancient soul by the name of Revan came into existence. Unlike ordinary beings, Revan's life unfolded at a glacial pace, his physical form forever trapped in the guise of a 10-year-old child, while the true breadth of his age spanned across countless millennia. In this mystical domain, the devout citizens held Vampira, the ethereal goddess of night and vampirism, in utmost reverence, as she bestowed upon her faithful followers the coveted gifts of eternal life and boundless power. As the celestial calendar marked the arrival of Revan's 10,000th birthday, an air of both celebration and apprehension enveloped Everdawn. But fate, in its cruel design, had decreed a tragic turn of events, as a merciless crusade was waged against his kind on this very day - a dark and brutal massacre that severed his immortal existence within the realm. Standing precariously on the precipice of oblivion, Revan's very essence teetered on the edge of vanishing into the void. Yet, in a divine twist of fortune, Vampira herself interceded, her ethereal grace snatching him from the cold embrace of death. In a transcendent act that defied the confines of time and space, Revan was summoned to a new world, a realm yet to be named, drawn by the unbreakable bond he shared with Vampira. This mysterious and enchanting land unfolded its grand tapestry before him, a world resonating with echoes of European fantasy. Here, magic flowed like an untamed river, and mythical creatures roamed freely amidst the sprawling verdant landscapes. Within these uncharted horizons, Revan would emerge as the sole vampire, the last remnant of his kind, a living emblem of the bloodmarked legacy that spanned the annals of history. In a miraculous twist, Revan found himself reborn into a matured form, no longer confined to the haunting burden of perpetual youth. Vampira's divine blessing transformed him into a resolute and powerful 24-year-old man, unburdened from the weight of a child's visage, a visage he had borne for ten millennia. As he embarked upon this new chapter of existence, Revan traversed the uncharted territories of this captivating realm, navigating through diverse cultures and civilizations, all while carrying the weight of his past and the mantle of being the sole vampire in this unexplored world. His faith in Vampira remained unwavering and steadfast, guiding his path as he sought to unravel the purpose behind his reincarnation and the profound role he played in this foreign land. In a tale brimming with awe-inspiring wonders and treacherous challenges, Revan's journey of redemption, growth, and the pursuit of leadership unfolded in the epic narrative of "The Bloodmarked Legacy: Revan's Awakening." The fate of this mesmerizing and vast realm rested upon his shoulders, a realm he must now navigate as the last guardian of a bloodline etched in eternity.

The story is about a 17 [ hundred of years] old Anying who got given the very things he dislikes in life. he loves world peace, freedom, fun and... food. hated killing, Gore , hunger and boredom amongst many others well he loves running away from home whenever he was about getting bound to a location and he always escapes. until the day he made the grave mistake of... allowing himself marry two mysterious people in the hopes of acting coquettish and being set free. but he never knew, not wanting to get tied to the affairs of the throne would get him tied to the affairs of a dome instead. well join this foodie and his tamers as they go through the journey of... taming each other out ... a might likely to find cut scene ... Arenas of death. he abandoned it for years, and came back to meet he had downgraded to third from first rank. that was how hard the game was no worries, he was glad that the game's progress was saved in his cloud account. so he just reinstalled it and continued to regain his former glory The cute thing was so busy playing a game that he didn't notice someone behind him until he heard a deep deadly voice " hand it over ". " ah!". he screamed and turned around thereby loosing hold on the controls of his character. his heart was pounding hard as he held the fabric covering his chest. ' dude you scared me! ' he wanted to yell but no he got up and jumped of the bed to keep his distance before staring at the man's handsome yet chilling visage. he had no time to admire the Man's physique at the moment as he asked while gulping trying to divert the man's attention. " w--what are you, d--doing here?". he was also curious with his fear on why the ice cube was in his room and not being a decoration in his usual position. but his question was met with the darkening of electric blue orbs and a chilling. " now ". ' momma... '. he took a step back instead of handing the phone over because he didn't want his phone to get confiscated... but there was nothing wrong with his phone! this was bullying!!. due to his actions, the room temperature dropped and when he thought the devil would pounce on him, his phone left his hand and appeared on the taller man's outstretched hand. "noooooooo!!! --". " shut up". interupted the flirt who had been leaning on the door bane. Anying didn't dare stare at his face but he could feel dreadful eyes on him. "y-you! what are you doing with my phone!". he yelled when he saw the ice cube's slender fingers operating his phone with lightning speed. but he got no response. "..." Anying began sweating " there's nothing in it !. hand it over !". he was ignored until 30 seconds later, the cube handed him his phone. when he snatched it waringly, he heard the flirt ask in nonchalance " did you delete it from the clouds?". "yes" the cube replied. the foodie got a bad feeling, so he checked his phone quickly and when he did, all Data from his loving game was... gone. it was deleted... for ever... and he couldn't start again because his account was now restricted by the cube. hot tears streamed down his face as he began to sniff. "you're crying because of a mere game ?". his chin was held and he was forced to look up into darkened electric blue eyes. '' mere... mere... mere... mere game! you got jealous of a mere game!. why the heck are you so possessive??!! ".he asked in fury. but the man replied with furrowed brows " it was just non existent Data.l'm still asking why you're crying about it ". unbelievable!. " you got jealous of non existent set of data! why!! ". the guy was furious. ".... " speechless. " because he can. and you have nothing to do about it. you don't have a choice anyway, so stick to whatever we tell you ". answered the flirt. silence then, " I want a deep kiss ". says the flirt as he walked towards him. " no! " screamed Anying. in this kind of situation?!. the flirt tilted his brow in question and asked " who asked you? ". right.

Lewis Johnson has spent the majority of his life in Victorian England as the adopted son of a successful English businessman and has made his mark as a writer of adventure stories under the pen name L.M. Johnson with the help of his strolls around London with his childhood friend. A man of peculiar visage amongst any Englishman, he was found as a child in an Asian archipelago ruled by the Spaniards. As he wanders through London while dealing with the pressure of heirship to his father’s business, he finds himself in situations he has never been in before.

A kidnapping. A girl disappears. But not a single person knew about it. No one came for her. When the girl met her kidnapper, did she cry? Scream? Or did she desperately try to escape? Excerpt: A man, handsome, beyond words was standing before her, in the moonlight, he looked like a being out of this world. That perfect visage was ruined by a pair of bloody fangs. Stained with HER blood. "Are you afraid?" Still that question. She didn't answer. With a step after another, she came in front of him. Did she fear him? "No" How could she? He was the light in her darkness, the only string that was still tying her to life: he was the reason she was still alive. She could never bring herself to hate him, even if he were to be a monster, the worst that ever walked through the entire planet. "I kidnapped you." His eyes darkened while looking down at the woman searching for a handkerchief, his expression unfathomable. The girl smiled back. "No, you gave a new home." She started cleaning the blood on his face. "I will never let you go." He didn't give up. He needed to know, he needed to make sure that what was happening wasn't a dream, that it wasn't an illusion waiting for him to fall deeper before it shatters, leaving him totally helpless and alone. She could understand what he was thinking. It wasn't a foreign feeling to her. After cleaning all the blood, he put away the handkerchief. She started gently stroking the man's facial features. Her every single movement couldn't hide her love. Even those sharp fangs didn't frighten her, because she believed he was the only person that could never hurt her. "Who said I was letting you go?" She gave him a self-righteous smirk. "You are the only person left to me, if you even dare think about leaving me, I don't mind chasing you to the end of the world and chaining you back." She teasingly squeezed his chin. "Now tell me, do you dare to escape?" The man's throat overflowed with deep laughter. "No" The girl squinted happily, while the man clasped the girl's waist helplessly. Rising on her tiptoes and avoiding skillfully the man's fangs she gave him a peck on those thin lips. Not letting the chance slip away, he retracted his fangs, grabbed the back of her head and deepened the kiss. Now, tell me, Reader, are you curious? I'm waiting for you on the other side...

At the day of her mother's funeral, instead of being awakened in her room, Anne found herself in an unfamiliar black woodland. Remembering the event for the day, she looked around the place, only to be chased by a gigantic ravenous wolf to a cliff. Once she fell, she quickly thought that she had lost the creature, then instinctively found it staring at her intently, ready to launch an attack. The wolf then did not hesitate to run towards her and Anne silently prayed for her death. 3...2...1... nothing happened! When Anne opened her eyes, a figure was in front of her having a similar robe she was wearing, the person then slowly turned around and the man's empty visage gave Anne the creeps — its face covered with blackness with only its lips shown. The man was Toto, the guardian of the forestry. With a polite exchangement of words, Toto agreed to help Anne get home, however, Anne lost her memory and who knows where Toto would actually take Anne. "The Galaxies would fought its way to gave me a path to follow; and at the far end, I am very certain to see you. It's not just some random belief, but a conviction!" ------ When a suicidal fiction enthusiast dreamt about wonderland and unconsciously arrived in Neverland — Never the land she was longing for. What would become of her?