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Patron Kimetsu No Yaiba

Le patron infirme m'aime

La jeune fille autrefois riche, Shen Hanxing, a perdu sa mère à sa naissance. Elle fut ensuite abandonnée à l'étranger par son propre père quand elle était petite, livrée à elle-même. Dix-neuf ans plus tard, son père la ramena personnellement de l'étranger, et la raison était pour qu'elle remplace sa jeune sœur afin d'épouser son fiancé Ji Yan, qui avait perdu la sensibilité de ses jambes après un accident de voiture. Père : "Connais ta place. Tu te maries déjà au-dessus de ta condition en épousant Ji Yan avec ton statut." Jeune Sœur : "Merci d'accepter de te sacrifier pour mon amour~" Shen Hanxing sourit faiblement : "Accepte mes deux conditions, et je l'épouserai avec plaisir." Par la suite, elle entra dans la maison de la famille Ji avec des bagages vides. L'homme dans le fauteuil roulant rugit furieusement sur elle dans la chambre sombre. "Dégage !" Shen Hanxing alluma rapidement la lumière, tira les rideaux et tendit la main vers l'homme avec la lumière derrière elle. "Bonjour. Permettez-moi de me présenter. Je suis votre femme, Shen Hanxing." Quand il la vit pour la première fois, il la traita froidement. Puis, il la chérissait. Ji Yan regarda cette femme qui avait soudainement fait irruption dans sa vie. Elle utilisa sa force pour apprivoiser son jeune frère sauvage et impulsif. Elle soigna patiemment et avec compassion sa jeune sœur craintive et introvertie. Elle utilisa tout ce qu'elle possédait pour soutenir lentement cette famille froide... Et puis, Shen Hanxing tomba dans un piège. Avant de sombrer dans les ténèbres, elle vit l'homme qui était censé être dans le fauteuil roulant courir vers elle, anxieux. Quand elle se réveilla de nouveau, l'homme pointa la planche à laver, le clavier et le durian et demanda, "Hanxing, sur lequel veux-tu que je m'agenouille ?"
Wuxia · 93K Views

Super No Body

Sol IbnuRa is a young African man of thirty who had his own fair share of hardship due to his country's hard economy. He needs to find a way to survive after quitting his under paying job. As a man striving in the world of I.T, he will have to always rely on daily gigs to earn money. Sol later on lands on an opportunity of a life time, that is, to break into the main system of the must terrifying person in the city… Mr. Gabriel. Sol and his ally successfully breaks into the house of Mr. Gabriel, but when Sol came face to face with Mrs. Gabriel the mission becomes a complication. Sol will have to choose between his heart or the mission, a life time opportunity to break away from poverty. This single moment of judgment will change the entire story of Sol IbnuRa. Sol falls in love with the must beautiful woman he ever sets his eyes on. He follows his heart to sabotage a well planned heist. This one decision creates a bond between Sol and Mrs. Gabriel but also a rift between him and his ally who would hunt Sol for the rest of his life. Engaging into an affair with Mrs. Gabriel also captures the attention of the worst man in the City, Mr. Gabriel. The trouble Sol gets himself into of course got him killed. He died a terrible death, but his death also becomes his liberation. Sol becomes a living soul who with time and training gains the power to travel vast dimensions. From the Lucid dream worlds to the the digital worlds of the internet. He gains vast abilities that can help him fight the livings who chased him to death, to protect his city from other powerful adversaries who will show up, protect the woman he inadvertently fell in love with and to also amass wealth like never before. Who is to say wealth is not needed in the world of the spirits. In the end, Sol IbnuRa goes away and leave the world behind. He realizes nothing truly really matters after all. With the super abilities he has, he creates a dimension of his own deep in the corners of the lucid dream world where no one or nothing can find him, but the question remains. With all the enemies Sol creates for himself across dimensions, is he truly ever hidden.
Sk_John_2080 · 4.3K Views

No Name.u

"When a human tries to become a god, their can only be one outcome." ---------------------------------- As I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a disorienting sight. I found myself lying on a cold, metal bed, my limbs tightly bound to it. The feeling of numbness that had overtaken my arms and legs was overwhelming, and I struggled to regain any semblance of control over my body. As I looked up, I noticed multiple blindingly bright light bulbs arranged in a grid pattern on the ceiling, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to me over time, and yet it never failed to fill me with a sense of dread. I couldn't remember how long I had been trapped in this sterile, white room, but it felt like an eternity. My memories were hazy, my mind clouded by the constant barrage of experiments and tests that I was subjected to on a daily basis. I had lost track of time, lost track of the days and weeks that passed me by. All I knew was that I was a prisoner, a mere puppet in the hands of my captors. The experiments were brutal, each one more invasive than the last. They probed and prodded at my body, searching for answers that I didn't have. I was a lab rat, a subject for their twisted experiments, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The pain was excruciating, but I had learned to bear it with a stoic resolve. I had no choice but to endure it, to survive in this hellish existence for another day. I had no idea what lay beyond the sterile walls of my prison anymore. The outside world felt like a distant memory, a dream that I couldn't quite grasp. I was cut off from the rest of humanity, isolated in my own personal hell. The only contact I had with the outside world was the occasional visit from my captors, who would come in to administer more tests and take samples from my body. They treated me like an object, not a person, and it was a dehumanizing experience that had left me feeling like a shell of my former self. I had no free will, no autonomy. I was a puppet, a tool to be used and discarded at will. At least, that's what they wanted me to believe. But deep down, I knew that there was still a spark of humanity within me, a will to survive and fight back against my captors. It was a small glimmer of hope, but it was enough to keep me going, to give me the strength to endure another day of torture and pain. ---------------------------- Get ready for a hell of a Roller costar plot. Remember to thank me later...…
Dlustery · 1.1K Views
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