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THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!

Angel Johnson was a waitress struggling to make ends meet when an unexpected contract with Tryson Bliss, one of City Y's most powerful and ruthless billionaires, changed everything. Tryson needed a fiancée to appease his demanding family, and Angel, desperate for money and a way out of her humdrum life, agreed to play the part. What began as a calculated arrangement soon evolved into something neither of them expected—an intense and forbidden connection. But when Tryson's family uncovers Angel's true motives, they cast her out with venomous disdain. Humiliated and heartbroken, Angel's last hope is confronting Tryson. But instead of an apology or a chance at redemption, she finds herself shattered when he declares that he has chosen his first love, Riley, the woman he was preparing to marry. Devastated and with only her pride left, Angel walks away, determined to rebuild her life alone. Two months later, Angel is lost in the pulse of the music at a dark, crowded bar, seeking refuge in anonymity. A hand seizes her from behind, and her breath catches as she turns to face the man she can't forget—Tryson. His eyes, once cold and calculating, are now stormy with raw emotion, and he pulls her into his orbit, holding out the contract she once signed.  "We haven't finished our work, Angel. The contract says you have a year left to be my fiancée. Don't tell me you're planning on breaching it now." With no choice but to comply, Angel moves back into the house that once rejected her. But to her surprise, the family she once loathed now welcomes her with unexpected warmth and kindness. As she navigates this unsettling shift, Angel is left to wonder—what has changed, and why? What secrets do they hide that could alter everything she thought she knew about Tryson and his family? And as Angel's heart begins to thaw, she's confronted with the hardest question of all: Can she keep the secrets she's hidden from Tryson? And will Tryson fight for her love a second time, despite everything that has come between them?
Favour_9_Olajide · 4K Views

Tried to Kill Myself, Ended Up In the Last Place I Expected

Davina Dubois is a 27 year old virgin who has been working minimum wage jobs her entire life. Her current dead end job is a cashier at a drug store. Her life's trajectory is zero and she has long since given up on trying for anything better. All she can do now is drown her sorrows every time her heart starts to dream and remind her that she is a failure. She is a habitual procrastinator who lives a life of social isolation. When she's not at work, she's by herself. When she goes to mall, she's by herself. When she goes to a restaurant, she's eating for one. Her adult life has been filled with nothing but daydreaming, feeling bitter, struggling to control her anger, being selfish and living like she's an old lady in retirement. Her thoughts are her worst nightmare. They've brought her down to her knees and killed her spirit. She is always lacking sleep and always taking two steps back the moment she takes one step forward. Finally, the depression becomes too much for her. Filled with regret, fear and doubts she decides to take a leap for freedom....off a bridge. Rafael Hunt is a 30 year old global popstar. He has toured all over the world and enchanted millions with his hypnotic voice and dance. He tops the Billboard charts with each new album, has sold millions of copies of his music, holds 3 Platinum certificates and two Grammy Awards. His face grazes nearly every celebrity magazine and he is the hot topic of discussion on every music show nationally and internationally, known as the next Michael Jackson. He's the brand ambassador for countless clothing lines, has his own perfume and has starred in commercials for everything from handbags to fast food. He has donated to countless charities, opened up a hospital and even met the president. Unfortunately, his life away from the spotlight is filled with misery. Growing up, he was treated as nothing more than a tool by his parents. He was expected to always deliver the best vocals and the most sharp choreography or he would get beaten up by his father and placed on a strict diet by his mother. Rafe was also the child of a highly dysfunctional marriage. The only person who cared for him was his grandfather, who admired his grandson for being very disciplined and filial. So much so, that he decided to rewrite his will in Rafe's name only. Rafe's grandfather considers his son and daughter-in-law to be nothing more than leeches with no real value and an utter disgrace to the Hunt name. Naturally, he wants Rafe to carry the bloodline forward. Being treated as a windup toy expected to dance to satisfy his heartless parents greed took a huge toll on his mind. As a coping mechanism, he developed an addiction to cocaine. After secretly acquiring a large quantity from his secret dealer, Rafe snorts it all with the hopes of dying. Both Davina and Rafe have a near brush with death before ending up in the hospital expected to survive. Waking up, they cry and curse their circumstances before realizing that they're not where they're supposed to be. Davina looks at her herself and sees a skinny handsome man where her body should be. Rafael wakes up and sees a full some, curvaceous beauty staring at him from the mirror. Worlds apart, these two would never cross paths normally. Only a supernatural intervention could bring them together. But as they navigate their newly acquired identities, they realize that misery isn't the only thing that binds them together. Davina and Rafe are actually long lost siblings.
Lady_Venom · 465 Views

Saving The Villainous Monster From The Male Lead

Caelestis loomed over her, his gaze locked onto hers, his eyes glowing like embers. The heat from his body radiated against her skin, and for a moment, she could almost feel the weight of his anger pressing on her. “Lies!” he spat again, his voice rising. “I will kill you, Eleanore. If you ever try to do that to her again, I will kill you.” His words cut through her, burning with hatred and fear. Anger surged within her as she fought against him. She had never intended to hurt Stella, not once. The blame lay with the original owner of the body, not her. Why must she listen to these accusations? “I have no such intentions!” she shouted at his face, gasping to find breath. “Let me go!” Her foot lashed out, kicking him in the thigh, but he quickly pinned it down as well. Exhausted from her useless struggles, Eleanore realized she had to gather her strength and then perhaps bite off some skin from his handsome face. “You are just an obsessed man,” she snarled, her voice full of venom. “You don’t know how to treat a woman. You’re killing her!” Before she could finish, Caelestis silenced her with a violent grip around her throat. His hand tightened around her neck, cutting off her breath. Her wrists were free, but now her neck was caught, and every breath became a struggle. Panic surged through her as she gasped for air, her hands clawing at his arm in a desperate attempt to free herself. Caelestis’ true nature had finally appeared in front of Eleanore, and it scared her. She had already been afraid of him, but now the fear felt like it was gripping her very soul. She had seen cruelty before, but this—this was something darker, something unrelenting. _________ Eleanore's dull life ends abruptly in a traffic accident, only for her consciousness to awaken in a strange white void. Confronted with a translucent blue screen offering her a choice—to change the destiny of Caelestis Lancaster, the tragic villain from a novel she recently read—she hesitates. Despite his crimes, Caelestis was a character she couldn't help but sympathize with. Bound by a manipulative system that claims to guide her but seems to favor Stella, the novel's protagonist, Eleanore must rewrite the fates of everyone involved. As she struggles to save Stella from Caelestis' obsessive grip, she becomes entangled with this notorious villain himself. Hatred and tension ignite between them, and what starts as disdain blossoms into a painful, forbidden love. Note: This is a dark fantasy romance novel. A war between Love and Obsession.
Fantasy_planet6 · 2.5K Views

Dominion of the Virus King!

The world has fallen into chaos. Zombies and mutants roam unchecked in a shattered reality where natural laws have crumbled. Above, malevolent gods gaze down, treating the apocalypse as their personal playground—a merciless arena for survival and evolution. For humanity, it’s the ultimate trial. For the gods and demons, it’s a game of devastation and despair. But Novak, a battle-hardened survivor of decades in this hellish wasteland, is granted an extraordinary second chance. Reborn ten days before the apocalypse begins, he is no longer just a man scrambling to survive. Infected with the zombie virus from the very start, Novak awakens an SSS-level talent: [Virus King.] With mastery over devastating pathogens—the Blacklight Virus, T-Virus, Venom Parasitic Virus, and more—he forges a singular path of evolution, wielding the power to control life and death. Now, Novak must rise above gods, demons, and the horrors of the apocalypse to carve out his destiny. Will he save humanity from destruction or become the harbinger of its ultimate doom? Disclaimer: This story is a work of fan fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents featured in this narrative are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The story may include themes, situations, or language suitable for mature audiences and may not align with canon portrayals. Reader discretion is advised. Author: 鬼神阎罗 Translators: Iamnoob/Novelette_Seeker Ps: The book cover features the main character! Ps: This is a Translation. Raw: 全民末日:我,病毒君王
IamNoob · 135.6K Views

Manoir de la fille de la ferme

``` [Agriculture]+[Espace]+[Réconfortante]+[Prospérité]+[Vaincre la racaille] Mo Yan, réduite en cendres par une explosion, renaissait à l'époque ancienne, devenant une petite fille de fermiers en fuite de la famine ! Au-dessus d'elle, un père Érudit gentil et beau - pas mal ! En dessous d'elle, une paire de frères et sœurs jeunes et adorables - très bien ! Mais vraiment, elle avait l'impression de mourir une seconde fois, vous savez ? Être en fuite, sans nourriture, boisson ou abri était une chose, mais devoir toujours se garder des méchants qui pourraient la capturer pour combler leur faim en était une autre ! Heureusement, son Espace évolutif de sa vie précédente l'avait suivie, mais quoi diable - cet incroyable Espace avec des montagnes, de l'eau et de la viande à manger avait été formaté ! Face à une situation désespérée, Mo Yan raviva son esprit combatif : Et alors si c'est formaté, je ferai quand même fortune et bâtirai ma richesse juste au pied de la Cité Impériale ! Tailler dans les montagnes, planter des vergers, acheter des magasins, construire des maisons... il n'en manquera pas un seul ! Mais... il y a tant de fauteurs de troubles aux yeux verts ! Ta ferme est à toi ? Ici, je te piégerai à mort sans discussion ! Tu veux devenir ma belle-mère ? Bien, je t'enverrai une bande de veufs ! Mère te cherche ? Tiens, prends les papiers du divorce, garde-les, ne me remercie pas ! ... Quoi ? Un bel homme fait sa proposition ? Euh, ça... devrais-je me jeter sur lui ? PS : 1. Insister sur l'agriculture sans faiblir + querelle domestique atypique + absence d'intrigue de palais 2. Le style d'écriture est assez sérieux, et les valeurs sont normales (ne pas exclure les caprices occasionnels de l'auteur) Liens vers des œuvres complétées : [La Jeune Fille de la Ferme Abandonnée : Une Belle Campagne] Lien : http://read.xxsy.net/info/527965.html [La Fille Légitime du Général à ne Pas Provoquer] Lien : http://read.xxsy.net/info/473776.html ```
Chilly Twilight · 26.4K Views

Mari avec avantages

Nora est anéantie un mois avant son mariage lorsqu'elle met au jour la liaison trompeuse de son fiancé. Alors qu'elle gère cette trahison, elle découvre un complot profond pour l'empêcher de réclamer son héritage légitime. Dévastée mais déterminée, Nora prend une mesure audacieuse pour reprendre le contrôle de sa vie. Entre en scène Démétri 'Le Démon' pour ceux qui le connaissent, un homme redoutable qu'elle connaît à peine, qui lui offre sa protection et son soutien en échange d'un mariage contractuel pour le satisfaire. Dans un retournement de destin, Nora épouse Démétri pour revendiquer son héritage et lutter contre ceux qui ont comploté contre elle. Mais alors qu'elle affronte sa propre famille et les nombreux rivaux de Démétri, sera-t-elle capable d'éviter de tomber amoureuse de l'homme connu pour écraser les gens sous le talon de sa botte. Extrait : Elle avait oublié que l'homme était intimidant et l'avait directement défié. Au lieu de parler, Démétri se leva de son siège et s'approcha d'elle délibérément. Bien que ce ne fût que quelques pas, le temps semblait s'étirer pour Nora. Lorsqu'il fut presque à portée de toucher, sa main se posa doucement sur son genou, l'écartant sur le côté. Son toucher glissait avec un soupçon de caresse, et il s'inséra entre ses jambes ouvertes. Nora restait là, en silence glacé, les yeux grands ouverts comme un cerf pris dans les phares. Attrapant son menton entre ses doigts, il inclina son visage vers le haut et parla sans hâte, "Tu es ma femme." Elle hocha la tête lentement en affirmation alors que son pouce traçait lentement sa lèvre. "Je t'ai donné du temps pour rassembler tes émotions." Un autre signe de tête. La nervosité de Nora la fit lécher ses lèvres, tout à fait consciente de son regard intense fixé sur elles. "Ta raison pour le mariage était de sécuriser ton héritage et de t'échapper de sous le pouce de ta mère." "Oui..." murmura Nora dans la confusion. Sa confusion n'était pas au sujet de sa déclaration, mais à propos des sensations déroutantes qui la traversaient. Que se passait-il avec elle ? "Il est temps pour toi de remplir ta part du contrat, n'est-ce pas ?" Il continua. "Oui," souffla Nora à bout de souffle. Pourquoi était-elle à bout de souffle ? Le niveau d'oxygène dans la maison avait-il baissé ? L'air devenait-il soudainement plus rare ? Soudainement, sa main quitta son visage, et elle le regarda se rapprocher. C'est alors que Nora comprit ce qui se déroulait. Tous ces baisers palpitants, à vous faire battre le cœur, qu'elle avait lus dans les romans, étaient sur le point de devenir peut-être sa réalité. Mais le baiser tant attendu n'eut pas lieu. Au lieu de cela, il s'arrêta près d'elle et ordonna, "Embrasse-moi."
har_k · 629.7K Views

Mal mari, femme gloutonne : Achetez Mademoiselle Piggy, obtenez gratuitement des petits pains

[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
anjeeriku · 66.8K Views

The Animagus: From Hunter to Monster

There came a sudden ravage by monstrous creatures in a civilian world, leaving humanity's hope to lurk in shadows. Hunters, trained in special schools, wield potential and abilities that enabled them keep the beasts at bay. For Buji, life’s difficulties stem not from being an orphan, but from relentless bullying. Nicknamed “the weakling,” he detests the label but bears it forcefully since he could do nothing. When he transfers to a new school to join his foster sister, Buji thought things would be different. But, during the Awakening Ceremony of the school, he find out a shocking truth: he's was going to be an S-Rank hunter without a talent. Awakening no talent only added more difficulty to his life struggle as he was branded an outcast. On the verge of death during his first raid, Buji awakens an enigmatic system. [Host Found] [Survival due to inheritance] [Congrats, you have gained the status of a 'player'.] [The player, upon leveling up will awaken a potent monster] [Class: Animagus | Type: Snake | Aspect: Venom] [Do you accept?] Given the choice to embrace a monstrous path, Buji seizes it with unyielding resolve. 'If becoming a monster is my only path to strength, I’ll take it—and the world will regret casting me aside. Fighting against these hunters was going to be a job, but imagine a world where I had control over monsters, had my own monster kingdom, and becoming the strongest of all. Stepping on these hunters won’t be a deal anyway.' "Yes!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Follow me through to wander the path of this novel. Join my novel discord link: https://discord.gg/umb7cmgz
Simma_boi · 87.8K Views

Not here for love, Not a hero either

Daphne Roasis is a modern day woman who travels back in time and wakes up inhabiting the body of a woman living in the middle ages. A noble born woman by the name of Lady Mariam of House Erayer. She's just gotten married is about to betray her new husband to please her secret lover who plans to kill her and her new husband once he's secured the man's station and fortune. Lady Mary is cruel, vain, selfish, stupid and gullible. She fully deserves her bloody end. But now Daphne is wearing her face. And her head is filled with memories as well as visions of the bloodbath that awaits them should the coup not be halted. Recognizing her circumstances and further struggling to understand them, Daphne realizes she was brought here to stop Lady Mary from committing an act of betrayal that would devastate the lives of hundreds of citizens. Her own people as she is now the wife of a Lord. At first, Daphne just wants to return home. Her circumstances are dangerous and she doesn't wish to bear this burden. She is in a foreign land, surrounded by people she does not know, a culture she doesn't understand, problems she did not create and in the body of a stranger. Each interaction with Mary's husband proves that he is a man of honor and would make for a very good partner for any woman lucky enough to bag him. She couldn't understand how Mary wasn't able to see his value and chose to hurt such a good man. Plus, he was insanely attractive. Daphne knows that Mary has already left a bad impression on her new husband with her rotten attitude and as such, he is not fond of her. Nor are any of the servants and knights. She decides the only way to create harmony and go about disrupting the coup is to come clean to the husband about who she is. Sir James Hamstead is completely baffled by his wife's sudden change in attitude. He doesn't know if she's trying to make amends for her mistakes or just playing games with him. He notices she's become much kinder towards his servants and no longer just yells at them. When she finally reveals her true identity, he's tempted to laugh it off as a bad joke. But she is adamant. She also reveals the coup that is about to unfold and the key players involved stating that Mary was one of them. She tells him of what will happen to his people should he fail to stop the takeover. Sir James is even more baffled, but now with a level of hostility. He doesn't believe Daphne's claims about her identity, but he does believe that she was indeed sent to be his weakness and destroy him. In a fit of rage, he has her thrown in the dungeons as he investigates her claims. The pair get off to a bad start, but Daphne knows she must be patient and understanding. It doesn't take long before Sir James comes down to interrogate her. At the persuasion of his personal knight, he agrees to move her from the dungeons and instead confine her to her bedchambers. Again. Soon credence of her claims come forward. It takes a while for James to believe she is not the woman who planned to betray him. It take even longer for him to believe that she wants to help him save his people. Days turn into weeks, weeks into months and before long romance blooms. James becomes very much attached to Daphne and acknowledges her as his real wife. He no longer sees Mary in her and hopes the other woman's soul never returns. Daphne too is having a conflict of interests. She's not here for love. Nor is she a hero. But now, it appears fate has thrust both upon her. How will she manage it?
Lady_Venom · 117 Views

His darling rose

"I never knew you were such a cowardly man," she began, her tone sharp and biting, her chin raised in defiance. "Too weak to break the news to me yourself. How pathetic." "It isn't like that," Ezekiel protested, stepping closer. "I have my reasons." "Reasons?" she snapped, pulling her hands away as he tried to hold them. Her glare hardened, a look of disgust flashing across her face. "My lady," he began, his voice thick with longing as his green eyes searched hers for any trace of understanding. Tentatively, he lifted a hand toward her face, only to let it fall back to his side. "I thought you, of all people, would understand me. Hear me out. This is what is expected of me—what I must do to secure my title. I—" "How is that any of my concern?" she interrupted, her voice like a whip, cold and unforgiving. "Do you expect me to be swayed by your empty words? Your honeyed excuses? I won't be moved by this pathetic display." "Can you just listen to me?" he snapped, his voice hardening in frustration. "Listen to what?" she shot back, venom dripping from her tone. "Your pathetic moaning and excuses? You've made a mockery of me, Ezekiel. You humiliated me—used me as nothing more than a bauble to decorate your arm before discarding me like trash. You are pathetic." "Eris," he growled, his once affectionate green eyes now shadowed with an eerie red. "I am still Duke Loxley, and I will not tolerate this tone from you. Know your place." She flinched at the harshness of his words but held her ground. "Sienna is a necessity," he continued, stepping closer to her. "I have to marry her to secure my title, but my affection—my care—it remains with you. I love you, Eris." The confession hung heavily in the air, but she did not falter. Instead, she took a deliberate step back, curtsying with practiced grace. "Apologies, Your Grace," she said, her voice detached and cold. "This mere human seems to have forgotten her place and overstepped. I will ensure it never happens again." "Eris..." He reached for her, desperation seeping into his voice, but she pulled away, her movements deliberate and precise. "Please excuse me. I will be taking my leave," she said, turning on her heel and walking away without a second glance.
Kylie_Smith_4751 · 897 Views

Une Nuit Sauvage

Lucinda Perry, une recluse sociale et une travailleuse acharnée, fait le serment de se lancer à fond pour son vingt-cinquième anniversaire et d'avoir même une aventure d'un soir si elle obtient la promotion qu'elle mérite depuis longtemps au travail. Quelques jours avant son vingt-cinquième anniversaire, elle est promue à un poste plus élevé, jusqu'au siège social dans une autre ville. Devant passer la nuit de son anniversaire dans une nouvelle ville, elle se rend au club où elle rencontre un très bel étranger, Thomas Hank, qui propose d'être son aventure d'un soir après avoir aperçu sa liste de défis à relever, qui incluait d'avoir une aventure d'un soir. Thomas Hank, après avoir été utilisé par plusieurs dames dans le passé, est résolu à obtenir la dame de ses rêves qui l'aimerait pour ce qu'il est et non pour sa richesse. Alors quand il rencontre la mignonne et naïve Lucinda Perry au club, il décide de cacher sa véritable identité et de découvrir si elle vaut la peine d'être gardée. ***Extrait*** Qu'est-ce qui est plus divertissant qu'un personnage secondaire fou ? Dites bonjour à Sonia et Bryan. Le cœur de Sonia s’arrêta de battre pendant une seconde, puis différentes pensées commencèrent à se bousculer dans sa tête à ce même moment. Bryan Hank ? Son coup de cœur de célébrité était à genoux devant elle et lui demandait de devenir sa femme ? Se trompait-il de personne ? Était-il possible que ce soit une mise en scène, ou peut-être s'agissait-il d'une de ces farces de célébrité et qu'il y avait des caméras autour, prêtes à la filmer en train de faire l'imbécile ? Ou peut-être rêvait-elle ? Sonia se le demandait en regardant autour d'elle, mais tout ce qu'elle voyait n'était que des spectateurs curieux. "S'il te plaît ! Sois ma femme et fais de moi l'homme le plus heureux de la Terre," Dit-il d'une voix très forte qui attira l'attention de tout le monde. Son éditeur, qu'elle attendait depuis plus d'une heure parce qu'il essayait de conclure un accord avec un producteur de cinéma intéressé par l'une de ses histoires, apparut à ce moment-là, "Sonia, tu connais Bryan Hank ?" demanda son éditeur avec une véritable surprise en regardant la scène devant lui. On aurait dit qu'une heure s'était écoulée depuis que Bryan s'était mis à genoux, mais cela ne faisait qu'une minute. Bryan savait qu'aucune dame ne serait assez folle pour accepter une proposition aussi folle, et même si l'une d'entre elles l'était, la payer et annuler le tout serait facile puisque tout ce qu'il voulait était le scandale qui pourrait en découler. Les gros titres seraient soit sur sa proposition de mariage refusée, soit sur son faux engagement, ce qui serait suffisant pour libérer Sophia de la situation. "Oui !" répondit Sonia en hochant la tête avec enthousiasme et en tendant le doigt pour qu'il lui enfile l'anneau. "Oui ?" demanda Bryan, confus en entendant sa réponse. "Oui ! Je serai ta femme et je te rendrai l'homme le plus heureux du monde !" répondit Sonia en riant et en remuant les doigts jusqu'à ce que Bryan glisse l'anneau sur son doigt. Etonnamment, la bague était exactement de sa taille et elle s'ajustait parfaitement à son doigt comme si elle avait été faite juste pour elle. Les applaudissements éclatèrent tout autour d'eux alors que Sonia se levait avec un grand sourire sur le visage et embrassait Bryan avant de l'embrasser directement sur les lèvres. Bryan fut légèrement pris au dépourvu par son audace, mais se reprit rapidement puisque c'était son jeu et qu'il devait jouer le jeu. Après tout, c'est lui qui avait approché Sonia en premier. Alors, quand elle essaya de rompre le baiser, il lui tint le menton et mordilla doucement sa lèvre inférieure avant de séparer ses lèvres avec sa langue et de la suçoter d'une manière taquine, provoquant un gémissement chez Sonia. Sonia se sentait étourdie. C'était trop beau pour être vrai. Ce devait être un rêve. Comment pourrait-elle expliquer qu'un instant, elle était assise dans le hall d'un hôtel en attendant son éditeur, et l'instant d'après, elle était fiancée à son coup de cœur de célébrité et l'embrassait ici même en public ? (PS : Photo m'appartient. Art par @imagineTishaD)
Miss_Behaviour · 357K Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 680.6K Views

Cursed Facade

“Wake up.” The icy splash of water jolted Jasmine awake, her breath hitching as reality crashed down. Disoriented and trembling, she barely registered a hand striking her cheek. The sharp sting and the metallic tang of blood grounded her in a nightmare she couldn’t escape. Sebastian loomed over her, his presence as sharp and cold as the venom in his voice. “Welcome, princess. How do you find Montague's hospitality?” His smirk was colder than the water dripping from her face. “I bring news,” he continued, his words cutting like a blade. “Your father has finally met justice—straight to hell.” Jasmine froze, tears welling in her eyes. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “What happened to my father? What did you do to him?” Sebastian’s smirk twisted into something darker. “What did I do?” he repeated, his voice low and venomous. “I gave your father exactly what he deserved—for destroying my sister’s life, for tearing my family apart.” He leaned in closer, his gaze piercing and unrelenting. “But don’t mistake this for an ending, Jasmine. This is only the beginning.” Her voice cracked as she pleaded, “Please—you’ve got it wrong. My father and I would never harm anyone!” Sebastian’s grip tightened on her chin, his unrelenting gaze boring into her. “Spare me your innocence,” he hissed. “I should be glad he’s dead—but I’m not because I didn’t kill him myself. So I’ll settle for you. Every tear, every ounce of pain, will torment him in his grave.” Even as fear consumed her, Jasmine’s voice trembled with defiance. “You’re wrong. Whatever you think you know, it’s a lie.” Jasmine’s memories were fragmented, her past shrouded in mystery. She couldn’t even remember her father’s face, let alone the sins this man accused them of. She didn’t know where to begin, or who to turn to for answers. But one thing was clear: He wasn’t just her captor—he was her storm. And the storm between them had only begun.
Rumantic_Tales · 2.5K Views
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