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Système de Ligue Majeure

Suivez le parcours captivant de Ken Takagi, un prodige du baseball au lycée dont les rêves ont été brisés par une blessure à l'épaule dévastatrice lors d'un match crucial. Contraint d'abandonner le baseball et de devenir un simple employé de bureau, sa vie tourne au vinaigre en voyant ses coéquipiers évoluer à un niveau professionnel tandis qu'il se morfond dans la douleur et l'apitoiement. Cependant, le destin a d'autres projets pour Ken lorsqu'il se retrouve renvoyé dans son enfance au collège avec un allié puissant—le Major League System. Avec une nouvelle opportunité de réécrire son destin, Ken se lance dans une quête pour retrouver la gloire qu'il a perdue. Équipé du Major League System, il navigue à travers les défis de l'adolescence, de l'amitié et de la quête de la grandeur. Alors que Ken s'efforce de surmonter les erreurs de son passé et de façonner un futur dont il peut être fier, les lecteurs sont entraînés dans une aventure exaltante à travers le monde du baseball, où les rêves se font et se défont. Ken sera-t-il capable de surmonter les revers, d'affiner ses compétences et de réaliser son rêve de devenir un joueur de baseball professionnel? Avec le Major League System à sa disposition, le voyage est semé d'excitation, de revers et de rebondissements inattendus. C'est une histoire de résilience, de rédemption et de quête d'excellence—un récit qui vous tiendra en haleine, vous poussant à tourner les pages avec empressement pour découvrir si Ken peut réussir à réécrire son propre destin. Préparez-vous pour une exploration palpitante de la passion, de la détermination et de l'esprit indéfectible d'un jeune athlète en quête de grandeur.
leeroycgna · 55.7K Views

Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She knees before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.
NehaPriaa · 208.4K Views

PAWN OF EMOTIONS

In a prestigious European art academy nestled in a rain-washed city, Andrew is quiet, observant, and secretly in love with Emma, his childhood friend. But Emma's heart is pulled elsewhere toward Jason, the enigmatic rebel who wears pain like perfume. As Emma and Jason fall into a love that burns hot and cold, Andrew watches in silence, his feelings buried beneath layers of loyalty and fear. Alongside them is Kate, a brilliant writer who silently yearns for Andrew, though Emma’s lingering presence makes her affection feel like trespass. A complicated dance of glances, silence, and misread signals ensues, with all four hearts slowly unraveling in their final years at the academy. But things begin to shift during a national poetry competition. As Andrew is forced into the spotlight, he discovers a latent power rooted in a forgotten bloodline the Whitmore lineage, protectors of something ancient. When he’s accepted into the elusive Halberd University, he’s pulled into a hidden world where magic is real, heritage is dangerous, and the self is never whole. Separated by destiny, Andrew’s past refuses to let go. Meanwhile, Emma begins to sense a mystery behind Jason’s glowing eyes, and Kate grapples with the bitter truth of unrequited love turned resentment. At Halberd, Andrew battles not only ancient forces but himself Whitmore, a darker personality born of his power. As friendships fracture, secrets surface, and the supernatural bleeds into the mundane, Pawn of Emotions becomes a haunting tale of love left unsaid, power discovered too late, and the price of choosing feeling over fate.
Cyrus_heather · 13.7K Views

That morning I didn't give in to the storm

This is a heartfelt story of healing, faith, and rebirth. The narrator begins her journey amid an emotional storm, symbolized by an actual tempest outside. After a painful and unexpected breakup, she makes the difficult decision to get up and take her first step toward the light. The days that follow are heavy with sorrow, but she begins to find comfort in small, everyday moments. The quiet kindness of strangers—a baker, passing children—offers her unexpected encouragement. One day, in a park, she meets David, a photographer who also carries the weight of personal loss. Their initial conversations are honest but not romantic—just two wounded souls recognizing each other. As they continue to meet, sharing silences and struggles, a sense of peace gradually returns to her. Her faith, prayer life, and David's quiet authenticity help her rebuild from within. Yet, when a memory or message from her past resurfaces, she is shaken. Though tempted to retreat, she begins to write poetry in a journal and discovers a healing voice in herself. David later invites her to a photo exhibition. One image deeply moves her: a tree bent by the rain, yet still standing. She realizes it was taken the day they first met—an image that mirrors her own resilience. One starlit evening, they finally speak of love—not the fairy-tale kind, but a love that chooses to hope again despite the scars. She silently prays, asking God if she's ready to love. Peacefully, she receives her answer. The story closes on a calm morning. She’s making coffee with a lighter heart. David arrives with warm bread. No words at first—just a look, a smile. That morning, she didn’t give in to fear. And so, their true story begins.
JEREMIE_TCHINDEBE · 1.6K Views

INFERNO UNTAMED

They called her the Alpha’s spoiled daughter. Beautiful. Reckless. A party girl hiding broken bones beneath designer silk. But grief is a silent predator—and the night her mother was slaughtered by vampires, Auriella learned two things: Love is a weakness. And monsters don’t hide in the dark. They wear faces that make your heart race. Years later, her only escape is chaos—clubbing, fast kisses, faster lies. Until a vampire attacks her in the club. And he shows up. Cold. Commanding. Unapologetically brutal. Alervon doesn’t save her. He claims her survival like a burden. And that night rewrites everything. Now boys with secrets are showing up in her pack. Each drawn to her for reasons none of them understand. They are not here to fall in love. They’re here for war. --- Alervon – The Cold Protector He’s half vampire, half werewolf. Half demon All control. All scars. A killer trained to obey, not feel. But Auri makes his silence loud. His restraint violent. He’s not supposed to want her. He does. > “Don’t mistake my silence for weakness. I’ve imagined breaking you in more ways than you’ve imagined being touched.” --- Cassian – The Unstable Weapon He’s a fuse already lit. Tattoos like prayers, rage like poetry. Haunted by his past and too dangerous to hold. But Auri makes his madness feel like home. > “Say the word, and I’ll burn the world down. Not for love—for the way you fucking look at me when you're angry.” --- Leon – The Flirt You Shouldn’t Trust He’s a rich boy with a wicked tongue, a glittering trail of exes, and a laugh that’s always half a dare. He’ll flirt you into the grave with philosophy and leave you questioning if you liked it. > “You want danger? Sweetheart, I’m the reason good girls stop praying so I’d say I’ll break your heart, but let’s be honest… I’m aiming lower.” --- Malakai – The Ghost in Black He doesn’t speak unless it matters. Wears grief like armor and touches like he’s never allowed to feel. He’s the calm before the kill. The priest of pain. And she makes him want to confess. > “You shouldn’t trust a man who prays with his teeth clenched. I never ask the gods for mercy—I ask if they’re watching.” Luca Valen — The steady one. The boy who offered calm in a world full of chaos. He loved her gently, gave her safety, a future without fear. But she didn’t want gentle. > “I could give her safety… but she craved the storm that would burn her alive.” “She thought love would save her. She didn’t know it would burn.” >. One was safety. One was Chaos One was Depth One was temptation But he—he was the inferno
Fawn_Vixen · 5.7K Views

La Trahison de l'Introduction en Bourse, Amour, Actions et Coups Bas en Entreprise

Après avoir consacré des années à aider l'entreprise à se préparer pour son introduction en bourse, ma petite amie était enfin prête à révéler notre relation publiquement. Elle était sur le point de faire l'annonce. Cependant, avant qu'elle ne puisse le faire, son assistant arrogant, qui m'avait toujours détesté, l'a devancée. Il s'est avancé avec assurance sur la scène, a placé son bras autour de sa taille et a affiché un sourire victorieux. "Je pensais qu'on avait convenu d'attendre encore quelques années ? Tu n'as pas pu résister plus longtemps, n'est-ce pas ?" a-t-il raillé, sa voix teintée de sarcasme. Ma petite amie n'a pas pris la peine d'expliquer. Au lieu de cela, elle lui a remis un document—l'accord de transfert d'actions—et a déclaré à l'audience qu'il était désormais le plus récent actionnaire de l'entreprise. La salle a explosé de stupéfaction, les chuchotements et les murmures se propageant rapidement. L'assistant, se délectant clairement de l'attention, a dirigé son arrogance vers moi, me lançant des insultes subtiles. Et ma petite amie ? Elle n'a fait aucun effort pour l'arrêter. En fait, sa voix était glaciale lorsqu'elle a ajouté : "Tu as beaucoup contribué à l'entreprise, mais ses compétences sont ce dont nous avons besoin pour un avenir plus prospère." Je suis resté stoïque, n'offrant aucun argument. Au lieu de cela, j'ai souri, hoché la tête et gracieusement cédé mes actions restantes à l'assistant également. "Voyons voir," ai-je médité intérieurement, "comment ils vont gérer cette entreprise sans son principal investisseur." Sur cette pensée, j'ai pris congé.
ManyWriters · 588 Views
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