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Tomb Of Orion

je suis tombé amoureuse d'un homme riche et ma fille Tian Tian

Li Na, une jeune femme modeste, travaille comme serveuse dans un café du centre-ville pour subvenir à ses besoins et aider sa famille. Bien qu’elle mène une vie simple, elle garde toujours l’espoir d’un avenir meilleur, loin des soucis financiers. Un jour, sa vie prend un tournant inattendu lorsqu’elle rencontre Liu Zhen, un homme mystérieux en costume impeccable, qui vient souvent dans le café où elle travaille. Liu Zhen, héritier d’une grande famille d’affaires, vit sous l’ombre de son père exigeant et des attentes élevées qui pèsent sur lui. Son monde de luxe et de privilège est tout le contraire de celui de Li Na, mais malgré leurs différences, il est attiré par elle. Li Na, cependant, ne sait rien de la véritable identité de Liu Zhen, et, bien que l'attirance soit réciproque, elle reste concentrée sur ses responsabilités et ses rêves. À mesure que leurs vies s’entrelacent, Li Na lutte pour ne pas se laisser distraire par cette relation naissante, tout en étant consciente de la pression que sa famille exerce sur elle pour réussir. De son côté, Liu Zhen essaie de s’éloigner des attentes familiales et de découvrir ce qu’il veut vraiment. Mais les mystères de son passé et les obligations qui viennent avec son nom risquent de compliquer les choses. Au fil de l’histoire, Li Na et Liu Zhen se retrouvent face à des dilemmes personnels et familiaux, mais la question demeure : leur amour, né dans des circonstances si opposées, pourra-t-il survivre aux attentes de leurs familles et aux secrets qui les entourent ?
thebestt_stories · 6.8K Views

Song of the Gardener of Souls [BL]

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"
LivChanin · 1M Views

king of

check out the enemies reincarnation. do not read,it needs revising.The twelve year old prince was just coronated as the king after his father's death.A rebellion took place and all the members of the royal family was killed but it was rumored that the king escaped. Teri,the 7 year old of the son of the great general was rumored of being a half ghost and interacts with ghost.He was called the weaver.He was the second weaver after centuries in his family bloodline.He was born dead and was buried in a box but his mother heard the baby cries from underneath the ground and dug the box out.with shock,the baby was still alive with red threads on his fingers.The rest that was with her ran away but she kept the child and the red threads choose him. Teri's father,the great general refused to serve the new king.He showed Teri a box which contained three objects that will find their owners just as the red threads found him.He gave it to his second daughter,Darlene who was 11 years old and told his wife to escape with the children to a faraway place.The great general was then killed after his family escaped.The constables looked for his family but couldn't find them. His wife found about his death days later.As a woman with no source of income and three children,she remarried. The happy days were little as Teri's step father hated that Teri could interacts with ghost so he gave him a poisoned pastry which made him blind.But still ,he hated him and wanted to kill him but his mother intervened and was killed. He heard his mother scream and his first sister's ghost,Selena,told him what have happened.With fury,Teri killed his stepfather and destroyed his mansion.He ran away with his sisters, Selena's ghost,Darlene and elley,his little sister who was 5 years old Years has passed,17 year old Teri still has the items in the box.The sword,for the king of the former dynasty,the red whip and the flexible spear. would he be able to find the owners of the items?
Dgirlblusky · 40.7K Views

CHRONICLES OF THE LAND OF DREAMS AND MONSTERS

Harrold Orion—who prefers to go simply by "Orion"—has never been ordinary. Raised deep in the wilderness by his stern, enigmatic grandfather, Alexander Orion, he’s a boy forged by the blade and tempered in solitude. While others his age scrolled through their phones and joked in hallways, Orion was learning to survive—splitting wood, hunting game, sharpening steel, and memorizing ancient lessons whispered between the trees. His grandfather, a man seemingly carved from the very forest they inhabited, instilled in him a mantra of vigilance: "Weapons and skills are your friends, boy. Learn to wield them well, and you'll never be helpless. The Land of Dreams doesn’t allow one to stay idle." To Orion, “Dreamland” was nothing more than one of his grandfather’s strange delusions—a fantasy world born from old age and isolation. Monsters, crimson sands, fractured moons, and beasts that could kill with a growl. It all sounded like nonsense... until the day came when it wasn’t. On his eighteenth birthday, Orion wakes alone. No celebration. No cake. Just a note from his grandfather, pinned to the table with a rusted knife, telling him he’d be gone for a few days. Typical. Bitter and brooding, Orion buries his anger in routine—tending the garden, checking the traps, chopping firewood—all the chores that defined his strange, isolated upbringing. He ends the night with a makeshift celebration, a slice of bread topped with whipped cream and a flickering candle, before drifting into sleep, his mind filled with dreams of legendary heroes and the vivid worlds of his favorite fantasy novels. But when he wakes, he’s not in his bed.
Mc_No_Jutsu04 · 279 Views

The smile of Miraline of house Serathiel the saintes of miracles!

"She was born to heal. They used her to bleed. Now they expect her to love." Miraline is the first daughter born to House Serathiel in over twelve thousand years — a living miracle, destined to carry the sacred gift of her fairy bloodline. Her blood can heal any illness, any wound. Given willingly, it is salvation. But taken by force, it becomes the most potent poison alive — invisible, undetectable, and fatal. She was stolen before her mother could hold her. Raised in secret, used like a holy resource by those who saw her not as a girl, but as a cure. Her life became a quiet horror — her body not her own, her gift turned against her. She learned to survive. To obey. To hurt in silence. At fourteen, her first blood awakened the ancient bonds of her lineage — a pulse of ancestral magic that flared in her father and five older brothers, each a legend in their own right. They followed the bond to her prison. They destroyed every man who ever touched her blood. And they brought her home. But the palace walls feel no safer. The brothers who wept at her return are strangers to her. The father who would die for her is the king she cannot look in the eye. She does not trust them — not yet. Maybe not ever. But still, she wears the crown of her birthright. She mends the broken with trembling hands. She carries out her duty with quiet courage — even when her heart is still bleeding. "She is the daughter they waited twelve millennia for. But she is not the savior, sister or daughter they expected. She is hurt. She is wary. And she is not done becoming."
EmpressOfDestiny · 407 Views
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