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Osananajimi Ga Zettai Makenai

Rejetée par Mon Partenaire Alpha

"Ahh !" Elle se tortillait dans un brouillard de gémissements, son corps tremblant de sensations contradictoires. Elle détestait cet homme, pourtant chaque fibre de son être réagissait à son toucher. Alors que ses mains commençaient à parcourir sa taille, elle retint brusquement son souffle—le soudain tiraillement de sa fermeture éclair dans le dos lui envoya un frisson le long de la colonne vertébrale. La glissière métallique s'arrêta au creux de son dos, et en s'ouvrant, son dos et sa taille furent exposés, dévoilant sa peau à l'air frais. "N-Ne—mmph !" Sa protestation fut étouffée par l'oreiller tandis que ses doigts caressaient sa colonne vertébrale nue, laissant une traînée de chair de poule sur leur passage. Avec un grognement profond et colérique, il murmura durement à son oreille : "Je te ferai oublier chaque toucher, chaque baiser, tout ce qui le concerne. Désormais, quand tu seras avec un autre homme, tu ne verras que moi." Elara Vance était une oméga réservée, souvent négligée dans la Meute de la Lune d'Argent pour son comportement discret et son apparence modeste. Mais sous ses épaisses lunettes se cachait un béguin secret pour Rhys Knight, le futur Alpha de la meute et un séducteur notoire du campus. Rhys se moquait des liens de couple, traitant les relations comme jetables—jusqu'au dix-huitième anniversaire d'Elara, quand il l'a publiquement rejetée, faisant d'elle la cible de toutes les plaisanteries. Maintenant, Elara revient transformée—lunettes abandonnées, sa chevelure coiffée élégante et confiante—et Rhys ne peut détacher son regard d'elle. Et si son sang renfermait un héritage sacré choisi par la Déesse de la Lune ? Et si l'"humiliation" faisait partie d'un plan plus vaste ? Et quand Rhys, l'alpha qui l'avait autrefois rejetée, s'agenouille devant son nouvel amour, Liam Thorne, suppliant pour une seconde chance, qui remportera la victoire dans cette bataille d'orgueil et de passion ?
Elara Veyne · 34.9K Views

Resonance..

In the poison‑choked wreckage of a once‑blue Earth, every breath is rationed, traded, or stolen. Only a scattered few—known in hushed tones as Bonders—can graft their souls to relics steeped in trauma and distill clean air from memory itself. Nineteen‑year‑old Erno Linx carries the last keepsake of his mother: a cracked, war‑era gas mask that whispers with her fading voice. Each time Erno draws on the mask’s power he carves a pocket of purified wind, but the price is a vertigo of grief—he must relive her final, suffocating moments. Whispers speak of the White Ring, a glittering citadel where oxygen flows like water and the sky shines the color of forgotten mornings. Erno sets out across the Gray ruins and into the Red Wastes to reach it, hunting hope while hope hunts him. Fanatical Harvesters flay memories for profit, the Black Lung Guild traffics in bottled anguish, and a phantom called Bleak stitches children’s dying breaths into weapons of song. Allies are no easier to trust: a time‑fracturing street fighter who counts loyalty in seconds, a medic whose sterile pendant is erasing her humanity, a wandering bard whose laughter splinters into fear. Their motives orbit Erno like moons—bright on one side, shadowed on the other. Yet deeper riddles coil beneath the toxic haze. Why do some bonds awaken on the brink of death while others devour their wielders whole? What secret did Erno’s mother seal inside the mask before she fell? And if the White Ring truly is an oasis, why does its oxygen taste faintly of ash? To uncover the truth, Erno must decide whether to shoulder the burden of every memory he purifies—or break the chain and watch the world choke in silence.
AYLIVE · 10.3K Views

I can set you just right

The boardroom was a wall of glass and judgment. At exactly 8:59 AM, Arielle pushed through the doors in a sharp navy dress that clung to her like confidence had been stitched into every seam. Her heels echoed across the floor as she approached the long, polished table where half a dozen stone-faced executives sat, murmuring over papers and steaming coffee. Dominic was already seated at the head of the table. He didn't look at her. Not at first. But he felt her enter. Just like gravity feels the moon. She took her spot near the screen, placed the tablet in front of her, and exhaled slowly. "You ready?" Dominic asked quietly, his voice low, unreadable. She turned to him with a sharp smile. "Born ready." He finally met her gaze—and for a second, something flickered behind his eyes. Not approval. Not yet. But something… closer than before. "Gentlemen," Dominic said to the table. "This is Arielle Sinclair. She'll be walking you through the market projections and proposed strategy updates for Q3." One of the older men raised a brow. "Her?" Arielle didn't flinch. "Yes. Me," she said, smiling sweetly. "Try to keep up." There was a pause—half stunned, half amused—and then, silence She launched into her presentation. And she nailed it. Clear. Sharp. Confident. She wasn't just parroting facts; she owned the numbers. Her explanations were quick, her slides precise, and her delivery unapologetically fierce. For the first time, they weren't looking at her legs or her lipstick. They were looking at her mind. And Dominic? He watched every second like a man watching a match ignite in a room full of gas. At one point, their eyes locked—and she saw it. A crack in his armor. Not desire. Not annoyance. But something like… respect. And it made her stomach flip in a way no designer bag ever had. When she concluded with a succinct, "Any questions?" the room was quiet. Then, one of the board members nodded. "Well done, Miss Sinclair. Concise and well-structured." Dominic didn't say a word. But his fingers drummed once against the table. A silent approval. The meeting ended. As the board members filed out, Dominic remained seated, watching her. She turned to him slowly. "Well?" she asked. He stood, approached, and said nothing until he was directly in front of her. "You surprised them." "And you?" His gaze dropped to her lips for a split second before meeting her eyes again. "I don't surprise easily." She stepped closer. "You didn't think I could do it." "I knew you could," he said, voice dark and steady. "I just didn't know if you would." She tilted her head. "So what now?" His eyes raked over her—not with lust, but with something more dangerous. Calculating. Hungry. "Now," he said slowly, "I stop holding back." She inhaled sharply. "What does that mean?" "It means if you're staying in this game, you better be ready to lose sometimes." She licked her lips. "I never lose." He smirked—slow, wolfish. "We'll see." And he walked out first. But this time? She followed with her chin high, her stride proud, and fire crackling in her chest. She hadn't just passed the test. She'd lit the room on fire. The hallway was quiet after the boardroom storm, but Arielle's heels still echoed like a victory march. She was glowing. Not just from the adrenaline of her flawless presentation, but from something else—something hotter, deeper. The way Dominic had looked at her afterward wasn't just professional respect. It was a crack in his walls. And she intended to widen it. She pressed the button for the elevator, and just as the doors slid open, a shadow fell over her shoulder. Dominic. Of course. He stepped in beside her without a word, towering, silent, composed. The doors closed. Silence. Tension. Air that thickened with each passing floor. She stood beside him, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat rolling off his body. Close enough to catch a whiff of his cologne—clean, dark, devasta
Samegurl · 20.3K Views

BANYAZI

In a world where ancient Zambian witchcraft (Juju) clashes with modern society, a seemingly ordinary law student, Demetrius, discovers extraordinary abilities and is thrust into a covert war against a military coup orchestrated by a powerful, Juju-wielding captain, forcing him to confront a hidden reality and his own destiny. The story opens in 1959 Zambia, where Mr. Chola and Musonda, UNIP cadres, use ancient Luapulan Juju (Nyakazi dolls and Kapuyi) to orchestrate a mysterious attack on British settlers at the Samfya Waterfront Hotel, resulting in 53 deaths and the disappearance of Mr. Chola, leaving behind a single Nyakazi doll and a confiscated bird charm that becomes folklore.Fast forward to present-day Lusaka, 2024. The confiscated bird charm is now an exhibit at the Lusaka National Museum. The narrative then introduces Michelle and Serah, two drunk girls, who unknowingly walk past the ZNBC building just as a military ambulance, led by Captain Benzu Hamudula, stages a violent coup. The guards are incapacitated by severed chicken heads, leading to their bizarre, suicidal charge into a fence. Benzu Hamudula, a bald, authoritative figure, takes control of key national institutions and issues an ultimatum to President Harambe Harambe: resign in ten minutes or face consequences. The nation watches in fear as a countdown begins.One month prior, in Kafue Town, Demetrius, a disciplined law student with a rigorous workout routine, unknowingly displays superhuman speed when he saves a child from a careening minibus after a rat-induced explosion at a gas station. This event hints at his latent abilities. Meanwhile, at the University of Lusaka, Leopards Hill Campus, Demetrius witnesses a soldier, Second Lieutenant Boneface Daka, brutally assault and kill the dean using Juju, causing a strange fog to envelop the area. Demetrius, unable to stand by, leaps from a two-story building into the fog, confronting Boneface. Their fight reveals Boneface's own Juju-enhanced abilities and a shared past connected to the Ndembo fighting style.The narrative then delves into the origins of Juju, explaining its history, different forms (offensive, defensive, communicative), and the five Ndembo fighting styles (Misisi, Chibolya, Ng’ombe, Makululu, Soweto), each granting unique powers. It also introduces the concepts ofPeak Humans and Muzis (ancestor spirits). Demetrius learns that he might be a Peak Human, while Dante, a fellow student, is a Muzi from Soweto, capable of shadow manipulation and teleportation. Mandamus, another student, is also revealed to be a Peak Human.As the coup unfolds, the characters find themselves in increasingly dangerous situations. The East Park Mall becomes a scene of mass hysteria and violence as soldiers unleash crow heads, driving people into a murderous frenzy. President Harambe struggles to respond, his military paralyzed by Juju. Eddboy and Mosh, two other students with enhanced abilities, fight for survival at the University of Zambia.Back at the University of Lusaka, Demetrius, Dante, and Mandamus, along with Anne, Taonga, and Natasha, prepare for battle. Watson, a wielder of Chibolya Ndembo, joins them, demonstrating his healing abilities. The final confrontation begins in the courtyard, with Demetrius facing Boneface, and Dante engaging Bill Tendai, another powerful Juju user. The story culminates in intense battles, revealing the true extent of their powers and the devastating impact of the Juju-fueled coup.
ChansaLewisKapumo · 6.4K Views

La Renaissance d'Oméga

Qu'est-ce qui était pire que la mort elle-même ? Eh bien, c'était mourir en sachant que personne ne vous regretterait, en sachant que votre mort était un service rendu à tous ceux que vous aviez connus. C'était exactement ce que je ressentais le jour où je suis mort. J'étais le fruit de l'amour du Roi Alpha de l'Éclipse, à une époque où le lien d'âme sœur était considéré comme sacré, un enfant né hors mariage n'était rien de moins que sacrilège... 'C'était sa faute, il aimait quelqu'un d'autre que son âme sœur...' 'C'était sa faute, il avait eu une connaissance charnelle d'une femme humaine.' 'Tout était de sa faute, mon seul crime était d'être né de sa luxure.' Mais pourquoi ce Roi Alpha qui était mon père était-il parfaitement en sécurité, alors que j'étais haï, méprisé et blâmé pour tout à la place ? Pourquoi devais-je être le pion de mon père, utilisé pour atteindre ses buts ? Pourquoi ne pouvais-je pas être rejeté comme tout le monde mais étais au lieu de cela assassiné par ma propre âme sœur ? Pourquoi ai-je été tué avant même d'avoir eu la chance de vivre ? J'avais mille questions et pourtant il n'y avait personne pour répondre et c'était exactement comme ça que je suis mort... Alors pourquoi mes yeux se sont-ils rouverts ce jour-là, un mois avant ma mort ? Était-ce à cause de mon petit secret ? Un secret que je ne dirai à personne d'autre qu'à vous... Au vu du titre de mon récit, vous devez penser que je suis un loup Oméga... Non, vous vous trompez... Je ne suis pas un loup Oméga, je suis un loup Alpha et mon nom est Oméga. ~Deuxième livre de la série la Renaissance des Loups-Garous. *Pas un préquel ou une suite à 'La Némésis du Roi Alpha', les deux livres ne sont pas liés si ce n'est pour le cadre du monde et le concept de Renaissance des Loup-Garous. *Couverture obtenue sur internet, tous les crédits vont à l'artiste original.*
JHeart · 377.1K Views

The Angel's Crusade

Aki is just another ordinary guy working the night shift at a gas station in the heart of New York City. His life is simple, defined by the quiet routine of refueling cars, stocking shelves, and staying out of trouble. But one evening, as he's driving home through the bustling streets of the city, something extraordinary happens. As he navigates the busy roads, Aki and countless others unknowingly stumble upon a mysterious portal that tears open the very fabric of reality. From the rift emerge terrifying, otherworldly monsters—creatures unlike anything seen before. They descend upon the city with relentless fury, slaying anything in their path. The chaos is immediate and overwhelming, with the sound of screams filling the air as the creatures wreak havoc across the urban landscape. Amidst the madness, Aki finds himself caught in the chaos, fighting to survive in a world that no longer makes sense. In the blink of an eye, the city that was once familiar becomes a warzone. Aki, along with a handful of survivors, must navigate the wreckage, trying to escape the relentless assault of monstrous horrors that now roam the streets. But as the night wears on, Aki realizes that the line between the real world and the nightmare unfolding is quickly blurring. In a final desperate attempt to escape, Aki is cornered by the very monsters he tried to avoid. With his last breath, he witnesses the end of a world he once knew, and the people he met along the way, and he dies, being slain by the creatures that took everything. It was the end of the world, And the end of him. Or is it? P.S, this is an old synopsis and I'm too lazy to update it so yeh
Snoapy · 11K Views

Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!

Matthew, a 25-year-old otaku, never imagined his obsession with fantasy worlds would turn into reality—until a fatal gas leak ended his life and transported him to another world. But this wasn’t the second chance he hoped for. Born as the illegitimate son of an affair, his very existence was a stain on his family’s honor, and his father relentlessly sought to kill him. Yet Matthew, now Claude, survived, again and again, driven by an unyielding will to live. Until one day he discovered his power darkness. Feared and reviled in this world, dark mages were hunted and burned alive. Knowing his gift could become his downfall, he trained in secret under Theo, his true father. When he turned sixteen, he, his mother, Dalia, and Theo planned their escape from the small town. But their attempt was thwarted by knights and clerics from the Promised Land. Though he narrowly escaped with his life, the cost was high—his family’s safety shattered. Wounded and desperate, Matthew fled to the fabled Elysian Plains, the last hope for those like him. However, just as they neared Elysium, Claude was struck down by the Saint—killed in an instant. Yet, against all odds, he lived again. The voice of the man before him confirmed it. “You are the descendant of the Lord of Calamity. I grant you this kingdom and the power to crush all who stand in your way.” The man’s lips curled into a chilling smile. “Write your own bloody history, Claude. Until we meet again, I expect you to have conquered this world.” And with that, Claude awakened to a power beyond his imagination—the legendary system he had longed for. Yet, as he soon realized, it was no system at all. [Oh? So you expect me to be like the ones in your memories?] [A system that grants you quests and guides your hand?] [Very well.] [Welcome to the Elysium of Darkness System, Lord of Calamity.] A series of commands etched themselves into his mind, each word dripping with ominous purpose. [Your first quest has been issued.] [Increase the number of dwellers in Elysium using your seed and blood. Spread your legacy by making demons and witches bear your children.]
GiganticBlackCat · 315.6K Views
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