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Elle Appartient au Diable

Théodore n'était pas satisfait de simplement la regarder, il voulait la toucher. Il leva lentement sa main et s'approcha de la Princesse Adeline. Mais Adeline recula instinctivement et cria à nouveau : « Je t'ai déjà averti de ne pas refaire comme avant. Sinon je vais... » Instantanément, le visage joyeux de Théodore devint sombre. Ses yeux dorés étaient maintenant rouge sang et fixaient intensément les yeux d'Adeline. Il commençait à émettre une aura sombre autour de lui. Avant qu'Adeline ne puisse réagir, l'instant d'après, Théodore la plaqua sur le lit et se positionna au-dessus d'elle. Il immobilisa ses deux mains avec les siennes et murmura près de son oreille : « Sinon tu vas quoi ? Tu vas appeler tes servantes à nouveau ? » Théodore huma le doux parfum qu'Adeline dégageait et esquissa un sourire malicieux : « Oh ! Je veux que tu essaies. Je veux que tu essaies d'appeler tes servantes à nouveau. Mais ne sois pas choquée quand je scellerai tes lèvres juteuses avec les miennes. » Adeline n'avait jamais de sa vie imaginé voir ce côté de Théodore. Oui, elle savait qu'il était le Diable mais... [Synopsis du Livre 1] La Princesse Adeline est la plus jeune enfant du Roi Dragomir de Wyverndale. Elle est détestée par ses belles-mères car elle est née d'une concubine – la seule femme que le Roi ait jamais aimée. Et elle est enviée par ses demi-frères et demi-sœurs pour être adorée et aimée par le Roi. Aveuglée par la jalousie, la première Reine ordonne que la Princesse Adeline soit kidnappée et jetée dans la lointaine Grotte du Diable en guise d'offrande. Son destin était de mourir ce soir-là. Cependant, son destin fut réécrit par la créature même qui était censée la conduire à son lit de mort. Le Diable prit pitié de la Princesse et alla même jusqu'à partager son pouvoir démoniaque avec elle. Depuis ce jour, son destin fut lié au Prince Diabolique de l'Enfer – le Prince Théodore. Avec le temps, l'amour fleurit entre le fils de Dieu et la fille des humains. Ils sont follement amoureux et ne désirent rien d'autre que d'être ensemble pour toujours. Cependant, avec l'émergence de nombreux ennemis, d'autres anges déchus, de créatures surnaturelles, et même de Dieu lui-même, obtiendront-ils leur fin heureuse ? [Synopsis du Livre 2] **Alerte spoiler pour le Livre 1** Adeline et Théodore ont une magnifique fille – Ariel. Elle est la définition de la perfection car Dieu lui-même l'a créée sans aucun défaut. Dieu veut confier l'univers entier à sa petite-fille et se retirer de son devoir d'Être Suprême. Cependant, personne d'autre ne souhaite cet avenir pour Ariel. Ariel, quant à elle, ignore le plan de son grand-père pour elle. Elle est un esprit libre qui arbore toujours un large sourire. Et la seule chose qu'elle souhaite faire est de partir à l'aventure avec son ami d'enfance – Damien et ses cousins. Mais pourra-t-elle garder le sourire face à Dieu ? Pourra-t-elle maintenir son amitié avec Damien lorsqu'il découvrira une vérité déchirante – que Théodore était celui qui a tué son père ?
sanimimosa7 · 4.3K Views

Enchaînée à l'Alpha Ennemi

"Tu me détestes," articula silencieusement Lily avec des lèvres tremblantes. Zayn se pencha plus près, sa voix basse et amère. "Non. La haine est trop bon marché. Je veux que tu ressentes ce que j'ai ressenti. Chaque cri. Chaque perte." Elle n'a pas tressailli. Elle était fatiguée de supplier. Elle le regardait simplement avec des yeux pleins de douleur silencieuse. Alors pourquoi avait-il l'impression que son cœur se brisait? Lily Brightpaw est née fille d'un Alpha, mais elle n'a jamais vécu comme telle. Muette depuis l'enfance et incapable de se transformer, elle était traitée comme une malédiction par sa famille. Blâmée pour la mort de sa mère et battue jusqu'au silence, Lily a grandi sans amour et indésirable. Elle croyait que la Déesse de la Lune lui enverrait un compagnon qui la sauverait, mais elle avait tort. La nuit où sa meute est tombée, Lily a été traînée hors d'une cabane et jetée aux pieds de son nouvel Alpha, Zayn Knightmoon. Il était l'homme que sa famille avait asservi. Maintenant, il est l'alpha qui règne sur elle et il veut se venger. Zayn a tout perdu. Son père. Sa compagne. Sa meute. Tout aux mains de la famille de Lily. Quand il a réalisé que Lily était sa seconde chance de compagne, il l'a rejetée sans hésitation et a juré de la faire souffrir. Mais plus il la punissait, plus il voyait la vérité: Lily n'était en rien comme les monstres qui l'avaient élevée. Elle est aussi une victime et brisée... comme lui. Zayn s'est retrouvé déchiré entre la vengeance et un lien qu'il n'a jamais demandé. La souffrance de Lily sera-t-elle suffisante pour apaiser les fantômes de son passé ou la vengeance les détruira-t-elle tous les deux?
Faye Sterling · 40.8K Views

The Demon Lord's Second Life[BL]

After Mo Tianzun -the feared Demon Lord- fell to the sword of Liu Shengjie, the martial world breathed a sigh of relief. The Spirit Realm, once shattered by war, began to rebuild. Peace reigned for the first time in a thousand years. Without the threat of demons, cultivators flourished, and the balance between realms was restored. But peace is never eternal. Deep within the sacred grounds of the Yunxiao Healer Sect, a young prince named Lin Xuanji opened his eyes. His vision was unfamiliar, yet the face he saw in the bronze mirror was hauntingly similar-refined, beautiful, a mirror of the demon he once was. Gone was the stark white hair of the Demon Lord. Now, jet-black strands framed his youthful face. His body felt unfamiliar... and yet, when he summoned his qi, the power surged through his meridians-untamed, immense, his former strength intact. He was reborn. Mo Tianzun, the once-invincible Demon Lord, now inhabited the body of Lin Xuanji-the weakest prince of the Yunxiao Sect, a laughingstock among cultivators. "Weakling prince?" Mo's eye twitched. "They dare... call me that?" Though furious, he knew better than to reveal his true nature. For now, he'd play the fool. Let them mock. He would bide his time, regain his influence, and reclaim his destiny. As he sat in meditation, refining his qi in silence, a sudden voice echoed through the room. "Greetings, host." Startled, Mo's-no, Lin Xuanji's-eyes flew open. "Who's there?" No one. But then, above his head, a shimmering blue screen flickered into view. > [Welcome to the System!] Main Quest: Make Crown Prince Zhao Longxuan fall in love with you-and only you. Objective: Become the prince's sole consort, and ascend as the queen-with zero concubines. "...What the fuck?!" Mo Tianzun, the terror of three realms, screamed into the void. ———— Image Credit: The book cover/photo is not mine; full credit goes to the rightful owner. Please do not share, copy, or redistribute this work without the author's explicit permission.
lovezhan · 58.4K Views

A Perfect Bet Does Not Exist! [BL]

Kamakura Metropolitan University practically worships its resident bad‑boy brood: Akuma Takashi and his hand‑picked trio—Tomo Aizawa, Reiho Tsukishima, Itsuki Moriyama, and Takumi Kisaragi. Handsome, untouchable, and forever bored, they survive on one intoxicating pastime: reckless bets. The whole campus swoons over them, yet something about the quartet feels… off—too polished, too predatory, almost supernatural. It’s a sun‑soaked Thursday when trouble finds them. Akuma lounges in the cafeteria, annotation pen hovering over a battered paperback, when Tomo drops into the seat opposite, eyes gleaming. “Bro,” he drawls, “bet you can’t make the very next person through that door fall hopelessly in love with you.” The glass doors hiss. In walks Kaito Ishikawa—hood up, earbuds in, radiating I‑dare‑you apathy. Once upon a freshman year, he was Reiho’s favorite target; lockers, insults, sucker punches—Kaito endured them all with a single bored blink and a muttered expletive. Reiho flinches at the memory. “Bad call, Tomo. The guy’s got ice water for blood and a tongue like barbed wire.” Itsuki arches a brow; Takumi gives a low whistle. Tomo just smirks wider. Akuma snaps his book shut, eyes tracking Kaito’s deliberate stride. A lazy, dangerous smile curls across his lips. “Challenge accepted,” he murmurs— and in that heartbeat, the game is on. Akuma Takashi is the very definition of breathtaking. With white marble hair that dances with the wind and ocean-blue eyes that could drown you without warning, he’s the kind of beauty that makes people stop mid-step—and girls quite literally beg for his attention. He’s tall—like, stupidly tall—standing at a striking 180 cm, and he knows how to use every inch of it. And then there’s Kaito Ishikawa—just 165 cm of pure, concentrated menace. A short, sharp-tempered little villain, armed with jet-black hair, deep brown eyes, and zero tolerance for bullshit. He’s either buried in a book or glued to his phone, rarely acknowledges class, and yet… he’s always topping the academic charts. How? No one knows. Why? No one dares to ask. Frankly, no one cares—because Kaito doesn’t give a single damn about being understood. He’s chaos in a quiet package. And Akuma? He might be the only one insane enough to unwrap it.
mangobee_7 · 689 Views

Blood and Borders

In the blood-soaked shadow of Partition, two nations went to war—and never stopped fighting.** PART I: KASHMIR’S BLOODY DAWN (1947–1948) As the British Empire collapses, India and Pakistan are born in a frenzy of communal slaughter. Trains packed with massacred refugees crisscross Punjab, while in Lahore, **Jawaharlal Nehru** and **Muhammad Ali Jinnah** duel over Kashmir’s fate. When tribal raiders storm Srinagar, the Hindu Maharaja signs away his kingdom to India in exchange for salvation. But Pakistan strikes back—capturing Skardu Fort in a brutal siege and igniting the first war over the Himalayas. Amidst the chaos, a young Sikh farmer, **Kartar Singh**, loses his family to a Muslim mob and joins the Indian Army, vowing revenge. As the UN draws ceasefire lines, Kashmir lies divided, and the seeds of eternal hatred are sown. PART II: CLASH OF TITANS (1965) Eighteen years later, Pakistan launches *Operation Gibraltar*, infiltrating Kashmir to spark rebellion. When India retaliates, full-scale war erupts. In the skies, PAF legend **MM Alam** destroys five Indian jets in 30 seconds—an unmatched feat—while **Squadron Leader Sarfaraz Rafiqui** leads a suicidal raid on Halwara airbase. With guns jammed, Rafiqui stays airborne as a decoy so wingmen **Cecil Chaudhry** and **Younus Hussain** can escape, sacrificing himself to Indian flak. On the ground, **Major Raja Aziz Bhatti** defends Lahore’s BRB Canal for 120 hours without sleep, falling to a sniper’s bullet. As tanks burn at Chawinda and navies clash off Dwarka, both nations claim victory—but the Tashkent Agreement leaves Kashmir still bleeding. PART III: BIRTH OF BANGLADESH (1971) East Pakistan explodes in revolt. After Pakistan’s *Operation Searchlight* massacres Bengalis in Dhaka, India trains the *Mukti Bahini* guerrillas. At sea, Pakistan’s submarine *PNS Ghazi* mysteriously sinks on its own mines while hunting the INS Vikrant, and *PNS Hangor* avenges it by torpedoing the Indian frigate *INS Khukri*. In the skies, trainee pilot **Rashid Minhas** thwarts a hijack by Bengali defector Matiur Rahman, crashing his T-33 rather than let it reach India—earning Pakistan’s only air force Nishan-e-Haider. On the western front, 120 Indian soldiers hold off 3,000 Pakistanis at Longewala using jeep-mounted guns. When Dhaka falls, 93,000 Pakistani POWs surrender—humiliating a nation and birthing Bangladesh. PART IV: FROZEN CONFLICTS (1984–1999) In the icy hell of Siachen Glacier, India seizes the world’s highest battlefield by stealth. Soldiers freeze solid in their bunkers as Pakistan fuels insurgency in Kashmir. After Indira Gandhi is assassinated by her Sikh bodyguards and her son Rajiv falls to a Tamil bomb, nuclear tests in 1998 push the rivals to the brink. Then, in 1999, Pakistan infiltrates troops disguised as militants into Kargil’s peaks. **Captain Karnal Sher Khan**, the “Tiger of Tiger Hill,” decimates Indian assaults until an artillery shell tears him apart. **Lalak Jan**, a Pakistani soldier, fights alone for 24 hours with a machine gun, killing 12 Gurkhas before succumbing. When India storms Tiger Hill at point-blank range and the U.S. forces Pakistan’s retreat, soldiers are abandoned on the mountains—their bodies rotting in no-man’s-land. As General Musharraf seizes power in Islamabad, the war ends unresolved, leaving behind frozen graves and a question: *Will the next war go nuclear?*
Emad_Sadiq · 17.6K Views

Tread Lightly on Thawing Ice

Title:섭우춘빙 (Seop Woo Chun Bing) Author: 밤꾀꼬리 Description: *Clang!* The mask split in half, revealing a face so extraordinary it seemed almost otherworldly. Skin as pale as if it would smudge with the slightest touch, a sharp and elegant nose, perfectly shaped lips. Every feature was as refined as if sculpted by a master artisan, untouched by the passage of time. Once jet-black like the night, the hair had turned as white as the snow-capped mountains of the northern lands. It was still beautiful, but a fragile, ethereal quality had been added, as if the figure might scatter and dissolve into the air at any moment. As the mask fell away, revealing eyes beneath fluttering, slow-blinking lashes, they shone like polished black onyx—noble and luminous. It was a visage so close to a work of art that it seemed a pity only Ye Kang-oh and the sun bore witness to it. However, in the presence of this breathtakingly handsome man, Ye Kang-oh’s expression began to crumble. There was no way he couldn’t recognize that face. Not because it was a beauty that could rival even Song-ok or Ban-ak, but because it belonged to someone who had once been Kang-oh’s protector. "Is it you?" Ye Kang-oh, the youngest disciple of the Black Sky Lord, stood before the man he had once revered and adored. Dan Woo-hyo, the Lord of White Virtue Palace, whom the martial world believed to be missing, was there. "Has it really been you all along?" ------------ I am NOT the author. I'm just translating this novel.
happyyyyal · 98.7K Views

Kazar and the vigilante gang

Synopsis Dans les rues brûlantes de Port-au-Prince, un jeune homme nommé Kazar voit son destin basculer. Son père, Lamar, ancien chef de gang craint et respecté, meurt brutalement. Kazar, son fils unique, rêve d’une vie différente, loin du sang et du chaos. Mais l’honneur, la loyauté et le poids de l’héritage le poussent à reprendre les rênes du petit gang paternel. Doté d’une intelligence stratégique hors du commun, Kazar transforme cette organisation modeste en la plus puissante structure criminelle d’Haïti. Il devient une légende. Mais dans l’ombre, la trahison grandit. Son bras droit, Wendy, qu’il considérait comme un frère, le trahit cruellement. Passé à tabac et laissé pour mort, Kazar est jeté dans une rivière. Miraculeusement, il survit. Quand il se réveille à l’hôpital, il ne se souvient de rien, sauf de quelques noms : Kazar, Lamar et Wendy. Sa mémoire est un champ de ruines… mais son instinct, lui, reste intact. Un soir, alors qu’il erre dans les rues, il assiste à une agression. Une jeune fille se fait attaquer par des gangsters. Son corps agit avant même son esprit : il les neutralise, comme si le combat était inscrit dans sa chair. C’est là que tout change. Kazar décide alors de reconstruire… mais pas son passé. Il fonde un gang, non pas pour dominer, mais pour résister. Une armée de l’ombre, née pour renverser les autres gangs du pays. Il s’engage dans une guerre sanglante pour libérer Haïti de la corruption, du crime et de ses propres démons. Mais pour libérer le pays, il devra affronter son passé. Écraser ses anciennes blessures. Et surtout… affronter Wendy, celui qui l’a brisé.
Ricky509 · 1.8K Views

The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride

What if the person you loved most in the world, the one who knew your every scar, secret, and soft place woke up one day and looked at you like a stranger? Billionaire tech mogul Kairo Lancaster was known for his brilliance, ruthlessness in the boardroom, and a private life so tightly locked that not even tabloids could scratch its surface. But what the world didn’t know, what even his closest aides didn’t suspect, was that during a rare moment of escape overseas, Kairo did something wildly uncharacteristic: he fell in love. Deeply, entirely, and quietly married the woman who changed him. Her name was Noelle Reyes, a compassionate, quietly resilient woman with a mysterious past and a strength that matched Kairo’s own. Their whirlwind romance unfolded under Moroccan lanterns, whispered vows made without witnesses or legal signatures. It was unorthodox, untraceable and unbreakable. Until the crash. A tragic private jet accident shattered everything. Kairo survived barely. He awoke two months later in a hospital in London, battered, scarred, and with no memory of his wife, their secret marriage, or the life they’d begun to build together. All he had was a hollow sense of grief without a name and flashes of warmth that didn’t belong to anyone he could recall. For Noelle, it was worse than death. Erased from his memory, and without any legal proof of their union, she couldn’t claim to be his wife. Not to the hospital, not to his advisors, not to the media. So she did the only thing she could do, she stayed close in the only way left to her: under an alias, posing as a volunteer and later, a temporary housekeeper at his estate. Every day she cleans the rooms he doesn’t remember sharing with her. Every night she writes in a journal addressed to the man who once called her his compass. She watches him search for something he can’t name, feeling helpless, hopeful, and torn between revealing the truth or letting love find its way back on its own. Meanwhile, Kairo is haunted by fragments: a woman’s laughter, the scent of citrus, the ghost of promises made in candlelight. Everyone tells him it’s his mind’s attempt to fill the blanks. But his heart disagrees, his soul remembers what his memory can’t. As his recovery progresses, he becomes increasingly obsessed with uncovering the identity of the woman he dreams about. And every time he looks at the quiet housekeeper with the too-familiar eyes, he feels like he’s almost home. But when memory returns, will it come gently or like a flood that exposes all the lies she was forced to tell? And will love once built in fire and sealed by a vow whispered under foreign stars be strong enough to survive being forgotten?
Oluwatosin_Akinola_6174 · 7.3K Views

Mon Mari Est un Vampire Vieux de 1 Million d'Années

Ayant été victime d'un incendie qui a détruit toute la maison familiale, Valentina a été laissée avec plusieurs brûlures sur son corps, ce qui lui a valu d'être surnommée la créature de Bayhill. Sa demi-sœur, Chole Callum, était sur le point de se marier et selon la tradition familiale, Valentina en tant que fille aînée de la famille devait être mariée. Voyant cela comme une opportunité d'effacer leur honte, la famille Callum a mis un prix sur la tête de Valentina, celui qui épouserait Valentina recevrait cent mille dollars. La famille a déclaré que le mari de Valentina n'avait pas besoin de s'occuper d'elle car elle pourrait être jetée une fois le certificat de mariage signé. Ainsi, beaucoup de gens étaient intéressés par Valentina, cependant sa demi-sœur, a choisi le pire parmi les prétendants, pensant que Valentina serait jetée après le mariage et probablement mourrait dans quelques jours, mais elle ne savait pas qu'elle avait choisi un multi-milliardaire pour sa sœur, habillé comme un sans-abri sans source de revenus, ils ne savaient pas qu'il était l'homme dont tout le monde parlait dans le monde. "Comment pourrais-tu rire le dernier si tu te suicides maintenant." "Ne veux-tu pas voir ta sœur venir te supplier de lui pardonner." "Ne veux-tu pas être la clé de la fortune de ta famille. Ne veux-tu pas être le Oui et le Non de ta famille." "Ne veux-tu pas voir ta famille à genoux te suppliant de venir les sauver de leur catastrophe." "Ne veux-tu pas régner sur le monde à nouveau, devenir la femme dont tout le pays ne peut pas arrêter de parler, tout comme il y a dix ans, mais cette fois, ce serait différent. Tu seras couronnée comme une Reine." "Reste en vie et tout cela arrivera." "Sois avec moi et je te ferai la femme dans le cœur de chaque homme, même ceux déjà mariés."
13Emerald · 52.8K Views

Devil Child

-- IMPORTANT NOTE!! As of April 2025, the author has given her (yes, she's a woman) life to God. She renounces any expressions documented in this novel. All humans are children of God, and although some may be gifted, it makes them no less or more important than another. Matthew 6:33 (KJV) But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and His righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you. Only God knows the future. Read the Bible. Pray. The end of times are here. -- The future of mankind rests in Noe's hands. Having faced brutal bullying throughout his life, Noe is sent to a boarding school where his luck takes a sudden turn for the fantastical. Planet Earth, 2075. Humanity is hanging by a thread after World War Three rendered the globe inhabitable. With the introduction of angels, demons and realms unknown, will Noe play a hand in saving humanity or let the humans that mistreated him burn beneath his flames? To destroy the World or save it? That is the question. Excerpt: Like a demon of destruction, Noe snaps. His vision blurs and dissipates, scattered like glass beads across cement. When he comes to, he is no longer watching the scene but is at its epicenter, soaking in a pool of purple blood, maroon cadavers strewn across the ground. Every centimeter of the hall is covered in gore - except for Mr. Henderson, whose eyes, wide-blown in astonishment... and horror, are captivated by Noe's neck. Looking down at himself, Noe sees thousands of black feathers have sprouted out from his own flesh. They tingle at the root and shudder as he breathes, as if leaves clinging to a tree in winter. Blood coats his every morsel. Springing his now grey fingertips onto his neck, Noe perceives what feels like the head of a purple hyacinth wrapped around it, its ribbon-like strands interlocking and jetting as if growing from his voice box. Touching his face, porcelain-smooth, painted by blood, marble skin appears unbreakable. It was all for first love. —- Discord: SEP1A#9769 Cover Art: raazu692 | Fiverr
SEP1A · 324.4K Views
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