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Letisha n'a jamais pensé épouser quelqu'un. Sa belle-mère et sa belle-sœur l'ont chassée, la forçant à travailler dur pour payer ses propres frais de scolarité. La seule raison pour laquelle elle doit le faire est que son père l'oblige à épouser un homme riche et laid, qui a promis d'investir dans l'entreprise de son père. Pour se débarrasser de ce mariage, Letisha décide d'épouser le vagabond qu'elle a sauvé dans la ruelle. À partir de ce moment-là, sa vie subit des changements bouleversants. Tout cela parce que son mari, qu'elle croit être un pauvre vagabond, a une autre identité secrète : le plus jeune milliardaire de cette ville. My Billionaire Wanderer Husband par Lyra TaleSmith, auteur signé par eGlobal Creative Publishing.

Her large opal eyes that glowed brighter than any star in the vast night sky were staring directly at me, as if they were piercing into my soul, as if they were controlling me. Read the story about the extraordinary Vagabond girl, who on one fateful summer day, entered my otherwise mundane ordinary life.  The full novel is now available on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B96BY8WX Chapters will be released daily as well. I hope you all enjoy the story!

"There's no paradise for you to escape to." In the aftermath of The Convergence, where the underworld collided with the world of the living, humanity found itself on the brink of annihilation. The once vibrant Land of Ko was now the Demon Continent. At the threat of slavery from the Demons that emerged from the underworld, many have taken up contracts and made blood oaths with them, becoming known as The Hollow, beings with weightless souls similar to that of the demons. Amidst this despair, Miura, a warrior of the Umbral Order, faces a devastating betrayal by one he once called brother. This act shatters his resolve, plunging him into a dark abyss of doubt and vengeance. But as he continues on his quest for vengeance, a glimmer of hope shines through black ash. ***************************** All characters and events depicted in this narrative are fictitious. No disrespect or harm is intended towards any individual, community, or belief system. This story is crafted for the enjoyment of readers and is not based on any real-life events.

Virgin autor -Suport and be patient. Tips - critics - more on coments thks! A lazy single father wakes up after a long time of coma. Look how a lazy father survives and prosper and this world of chaos and full of nonsense things.

They say the realm of Vehl’Tharun never existed. No map marks its place. No kingdom claims it. No scholar can prove it. No story dares speak its name. But the realm remembers. It remembers the weight of stars that once hung low in its skies, the rivers that shimmered with memory, the towers of glass that bent time itself. It remembers its people bright as flame, strange as gods. It remembers their laughter before the silence. Their betrayal before the fall. And it remembers what they sealed away. Now, Vehl’Tharun stirs again. In the deep places of the world between breath and shadow it hums. Among ancient stones hidden beneath city foundations, glyphs shimmer faintly in the dark. In forests long forgotten by cartographers, trees twist toward invisible moons. Beneath the sea, temples rise inch by inch, defying physics and time. The realm is waking. It begins with silence. Then sound. Then names. Kael. Mira. Tarn. Three strangers bound by nothing. No bloodline. No oath. Not even a shared past. Just a dying man’s map, pressed into hands too young to understand its weight. A spark passed on, quietly, as the world keeps turning. They are vagabonds, not heroes. A fugitive who never wanted to lead. A scavenger with something to prove. A scholar who stopped believing in legends long ago. They do not remember Vehl’Tharun. But the realm remembers them. In their dreams, fragments flicker: A silver staircase that spirals into the sky. A throne made of living light. A voice, not entirely human, whispering, “You left us.” Somewhere, something watches. Waiting. And tonight, it opens its eyes.

Killian, a skilled fighter, joins the notorious criminal organization "Pab Era" led by the ruthless Lord Pablo. Killian quickly rises through the ranks, becoming Pablo's right-hand man. However, his life takes a complicated turn when he falls in love with a woman who discovers his true identity and persuades him to leave the organization. Enjoy your reading

With the prophesied time quickly unfolding itself which is followed by wars and mutants. Can Frost, the last of the Vagrants go against fate and rewrite his destiny through his own hands. ***** This is a original work which has taken inspiration from 'The Witcher' and 'Berserk'. The cover does not belong to us, if the artist wants it removed contact any one of us through the below discord usernames. Written and edited by duckman#0755 gooseboy the 0624th#7168 (Discord username^^^)

After being freed from slavery, Hoefen, five years later, decides to head out on a journey to find the Shorebringers, a group of mercenaries that saved his life. But to his surprise, in the five years of wait, the group that saved him has become notorious outlawed criminals. So with the help of a vagrant named Tusk and an ex-royal girl named Ceauli, he journies on his destined path to the Shorebringers. But unknown to Hoefen, this sand-riddled world is not just as simple as butter and bread, it is filled with mysteries, monsters, ancient deities, gods, and swords of great power.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!

Shocking! The rough husband is the hidden master in the time-travel novel. She is the sacrificial victim for the male lead's pursuit of true love, the pitiful person who transforms grief and indignation into motivation, the obsessive person who constantly wants to slap the male lead's face with money, the lemon essence contrasting the female lead’s gentleness and generosity. Xu Qinghuan: Emma, is this talking about me? Xu Qinghuan transmigrated into a book, into a time-travel novel written by her best friend, where her father died early, her mother remarried, and she was raised in her second uncle's home since childhood. Her cousin and fiancé are entangled? "Break off the engagement, whoever wants the central air conditioner can take it!" Her biological mother manipulates her with work? Isn't it just going to the countryside? The Great Northeast's black land is fertile, where every year you can lie on the heated kang and eat for half the year. Which corporate slave wouldn’t love it? Most importantly, there is a big shot she wants to cling to. Jiang Xingye is someone that even the male lead admires, the future global richest man, the hidden master in the book. After going to the countryside, Xu Qinghuan goes straight to Jiang Xingye. Her original plan was to be a little follower for the big shot and never thought of developing an inappropriate relationship with him. When the man gruffly raises his eyebrows and coaxingly tells her to hold on a little longer, she only wants to ask: What about being wealthy and detached? What about having a strong career ambition and no time for romance? What about being a 007 workaholic who doesn’t even return home?