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Doce Templos De Hades Camus

Manoir de la fille de la ferme

``` [Agriculture]+[Espace]+[Réconfortante]+[Prospérité]+[Vaincre la racaille] Mo Yan, réduite en cendres par une explosion, renaissait à l'époque ancienne, devenant une petite fille de fermiers en fuite de la famine ! Au-dessus d'elle, un père Érudit gentil et beau - pas mal ! En dessous d'elle, une paire de frères et sœurs jeunes et adorables - très bien ! Mais vraiment, elle avait l'impression de mourir une seconde fois, vous savez ? Être en fuite, sans nourriture, boisson ou abri était une chose, mais devoir toujours se garder des méchants qui pourraient la capturer pour combler leur faim en était une autre ! Heureusement, son Espace évolutif de sa vie précédente l'avait suivie, mais quoi diable - cet incroyable Espace avec des montagnes, de l'eau et de la viande à manger avait été formaté ! Face à une situation désespérée, Mo Yan raviva son esprit combatif : Et alors si c'est formaté, je ferai quand même fortune et bâtirai ma richesse juste au pied de la Cité Impériale ! Tailler dans les montagnes, planter des vergers, acheter des magasins, construire des maisons... il n'en manquera pas un seul ! Mais... il y a tant de fauteurs de troubles aux yeux verts ! Ta ferme est à toi ? Ici, je te piégerai à mort sans discussion ! Tu veux devenir ma belle-mère ? Bien, je t'enverrai une bande de veufs ! Mère te cherche ? Tiens, prends les papiers du divorce, garde-les, ne me remercie pas ! ... Quoi ? Un bel homme fait sa proposition ? Euh, ça... devrais-je me jeter sur lui ? PS : 1. Insister sur l'agriculture sans faiblir + querelle domestique atypique + absence d'intrigue de palais 2. Le style d'écriture est assez sérieux, et les valeurs sont normales (ne pas exclure les caprices occasionnels de l'auteur) Liens vers des œuvres complétées : [La Jeune Fille de la Ferme Abandonnée : Une Belle Campagne] Lien : http://read.xxsy.net/info/527965.html [La Fille Légitime du Général à ne Pas Provoquer] Lien : http://read.xxsy.net/info/473776.html ```
Chilly Twilight · 96K Views

Hades' Cursed Luna

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself. Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans. *** He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. "So, you laugh?" His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. "Hades, I—" "But you only laugh at other men's jokes," he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. "Not your husband's." The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us. A nervous chuckle escaped me. "You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake." In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. "You can’t laugh at my jokes..." he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, "but you’ll come with my fingers." I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment. "I don’t need your laughter," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "I’ll have every other part of you instead." **** Dark fantasy romance Morally Grey ML Angst Suspense ENEMIES to lovers Smut (like sprinkles on your ice cream)
Lilac_Everglade · 2.4M Views

Criaturas de nadie

Hay cosas que están destinadas a permanecer ocultas. Secretos enterrados bajo el peso de corporaciones demasiado poderosas, aquellos que sonríen en los noticieros mientras fabrican monstruos en la oscuridad. Yo nunca fui de los que preguntaban demasiado. Vivía en la superficie de un mundo brillante, sin saber que, bajo mis pies, las sombras respiraban. Hasta que apareció ella o, mejor dicho, hasta que el "experimento RHI5", una anomalía, una creación que incluso sus propios amos temían nombrar en voz alta, una rareza nacida de la arrogancia humana... decidió romper la calma ilusoria que creía real. Habían construido imperios sobre cadáveres y criaturas imposibles. Controlaban la información, maquillaban las desapariciones, reescribían las verdades. Para el mundo, esos seres no existían. Para ellos, solo eran armas. Yo no era parte hasta que lo sentí respirando en mi cabeza, un dolor sordo que crecía día tras día. Una voz que se filtraba en mis sueños, arrastrándome hacia un abismo... No fue una elección, nunca debí cruzarme en su camino, pero el misterio tiene un lenguaje propio. Y ella... ella era la encarnación de todo lo prohibido, no sé exactamente qué era lo que me inquietaba más: su presencia, su silencio, o la forma en que las sombras parecían inclinarse a su paso. No había dulzura en ella, no había rastro de inocencia, solo esa energía densa, oscura. Yo, que siempre supe cómo manejar cualquier situación, descubrí que no tenía herramientas contra aquello que ni siquiera sus creadores pudieron encerrar, porque no hay jaula que retenga a una sombra cuando esta decide moverse. Y ahora, me reclamaba como suyo. ¿Qué sucede cuando una creación que nunca debió existir comienza a hacerle frente a las fuerzas que la crearon? Buscan eliminarla.
zoe_Quinterios · 1.6K Views

Arauto de Prata - Solstício de Inverno - Livro I

Desde o primeiro dia, a mensagem era clara: seres fracos morrem cedo . Leonia Bellius nasceu com esse destino gravado em sua pele – uma criatura frágil e amaldiçoada, vista como uma perdedora para todos, ninguém imaginava que duraria tanto. Muito menos prever que um jovem de aparência insignificante enfrentaria 14 anos de treinamento implacável para se tornar a candidata mais promissora a ordem dos Arautos de Prata. O dia de sua glória parecia certo: a Cerimônia de Formatura. Porém, o destino, sempre traiçoeiro com os destemidos, transformou o momento que deveria ser de triunfo em humilhação. Diante de todos seus companheiros do Arquiducado de Montreal, Leonia foi reprovada. Um golpe que faria qualquer um desistir – mas não ela. Insatisfeita e determinada, ao invés de seguir em frente, ela decide resolver esse assunto à base do famoso ‘diálogo’ com aquele que a reprovou diretamente: O Arquiduque Monteiro. Como resposta a seus atos, a punição é certa: a morte. Mas, como se os deuses ainda brincassem com suas ambições, uma nova oportunidade foi lançada aos seus pés. Dois anos sob o comando do implacável Príncipe dos Mercenários, em Arion, e ela poderia assumir o posto tão almejado. O problema? Enfrentar aquele mercenário insolente e imprevisível era tão perigoso quanto caçar um Garras de Sangue – talvez até pior. Agora, Leonia precisa superar não apenas seus limites, mas também seus maiores medos e desafetos. Pela honra e pela glória.
ACNAVARRO · 1.4K Views
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