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Lorsque Zhaozhao avait dix ans, elle a été ramenée dans la maison du Marquis en tant que véritable fille. Ses parents l'adoraient, son frère était proche, et même la fausse fille la traitait avec chaleur. Zhaozhao pensait autrefois qu'elle rêvait, et elle les traitait de tout son cœur. Jusqu'à ce qu'ils l'envoient personnellement dans la Cité des Gardiens de Tombes, un endroit qui dévore les gens tout entiers, elle a réalisé qu'elle avait simplement été ramenée pour échanger et protéger la fausse fille. Pendant cinq ans dans la cité, la maison du Marquis l'a ignorée. Ils ont laissé les fils de nobles issus de familles distinguées l'utiliser comme punching-ball, l'abusant et la battant, ne laissant aucune partie d'elle intacte. Elle est morte désespérée la veille de quitter la cité. Au moment de sa mort, Zhaozhao s'est éveillée. — Il y a cent ans, la porte fantomatique s'est ouverte, et le Roi Fantôme a conduit des milliers de fantômes féroces hors du monde souterrain pour semer la dévastation dans le monde. Elle était à l'origine le Roi Yan du monde souterrain, descendue pour subir des épreuves en raison d'un manquement à ses devoirs. Une fois que Zhaozhao a ouvert les yeux à nouveau, Le monde a changé de couleur, et elle tenait le Livre de la Vie et de la Mort, se transformant en Roi Yan pour réclamer des vies. Jugeant le bien et le mal, abattant les ennemis. Une fois qu'elle aurait rassemblé quatre-vingt-une âmes maléfiques et capturé le Roi Fantôme, elle pourrait retrouver sa position. — Le jour où elle a quitté la cité, le couple de Marquis et son frère sont venus personnellement la chercher. Zhaozhao ne leur a même pas jeté un regard, se tournant pour monter dans le carrosse du Prince Su. Ses parents l'ont maudite comme une ingrate, et son frère a ricané qu'elle reviendrait en pleurant pour les supplier. Plus tard, ils se sont tous agenouillés sur le sol, pleurant, la suppliant de rentrer à la maison. Zhaozhao les regardait froidement. Elle ne voudrait plus rien de souillé. — Le Prince Su est né enveloppé de Qi Maléfique, et quiconque s'approchait de lui mourrait ou serait blessé. Tout le monde pensait qu'il serait seul pour la vie. Il avait une jeune femme délicate à ses côtés. Elle semblait être pitoyable et charmante, mais était impitoyable et décisive dans l'ombre. Une fois qu'elle aurait absorbé le Qi Maléfique et rassemblé les âmes maléfiques, Zhaozhao prévoyait de tapoter ses fesses et de partir. Les yeux du Prince Su ont rougi, disant : « Zhaozhao, emmène ce prince avec toi ! »

An extremely depressed teen meets a strange hallucination, and beings a battle to transform depression and what seems like his fear of _everything_ into the strong talent it should be: an uncanny heroic grade ability to see threats and assess risks in time to act, with poise, under intense pressure.

A young teenager by the name Ezra is involved in the kidnapping of his best friend Al. Will they find the kidnapper or will it forever be a mystery? Will he ever see his friend again...? (Uploads on Mondays at 8:30.)

"Hi....I'm allergic to Semen" Sahara was never the type to shy away from her insecurities, if anything she boldly embraced them. This however was more than an insecurity, it was something she had no control over, an allergy she had developed from a one-night stand but darned it if she was going to let it stop her from tasting every flavor of male jelly. As she navigates this newfound life, will she be able to find both love and healing in one person?

Han Yoora atau lebih akrab dipanggil Arra, bukan gadis super cantik ataupun seksi hanya seorang gadis kesepian karena berulang kali kehilangan orang-orang yang dia sayangi, tapi disetiap dia kehilangan selalu mendapat pengganti kebahagiaan yang lain yang sudah siap menunggunya datang. kali ini apakah dia akan bahagia selamanya, ataukah hanya kebahagiaan sesaat seperti yang sudah berlalu.

Historical Novel on the lives of three people tied together by everything except blood and the unlikely new findings that form at the end of the Goryeo Dynasty in Korea. Will the trio go their separate ways in order to fulfill their own ambitions or stay together as they have since childhood when they were abandoned by everyone around them?

The Maker departed from the world with one message: that the greatest artist would come to succeed the divine throne. Without anyone to uphold them, the very laws of the world gave way to chaos. The days of the purple sun signified the blight of more and more land. Monsters lurked about, and at nights when the moon would kiss the earth, entire civilizations would cross over the veil and enter the continent of Aetrea, plunging it into perpetual wars over what little habitable land remained. Join Bastet on his journey to uncover the mysteries of a decaying world, the kingdoms that rule it, and the magics that tear it asunder. Through struggle, friendships and love, will Bastet ever find an artist worthy of stopping the inevitable decay?

JEON JUNGKOOK FANFIC STARING: Jeon Jungkook and Nyzellry Kim (as you)  WARNING: There are 15+ chapters here that are not allowed from 14 below readers/ sensitive readers. But if you're open minded you can read my story.   —{PROLOGUE} —  Naalimpungatan ako sa pagkakatulog pero hindi ko muna idinalat ang aking mata.May kung anong mabigat sa t'yan ko pero binalewala ko. Ramdam ko rin ang matiim na pagtitig nito sa'kin. Maya-maya pa ay ramdam ko na sa leeg ko ang hininga niya. Naka ramdam ako ng kiliti sa bandang doon. "I know you're awake Baby, Open your eyes please." Nag-aakit ang tono ng tinig niya. Napalunok ako na sinasabayan ng panginginig. Shit, those sweet voice of him is really driving me crazy. Hindi parin ako dumidilat at inaantay ang susunod niyang gagawin. Ilang segundo ang lumipas ng maramdaman ko ang paghaplos niya sa tungki ng aking ilong. Samantalang ang isang kamay niya nasa loob na ng suot kong pantulog na blouse. Ilang beses akong napa lunok ng maramdaman kong nasa dibdib ko na ito. "J-jungkook."Hirap na sambit ko ramdam kong parang may bumukol sa bandang pang-upo ko. Nagpatuloy siya sa pagmasahe samantalang ako naman ay parang mawawala sa sarili dahil sa hindi ko alam na pakiramdam. Bago sa'kin ang pakiramdam na 'to. Isang sensenasyong di ko mawari. "You had the lovely breast baby. Pinalaki mo sila ng maayos."Duon lang ako napadilat at nanlalaking matang tumingin sa'kanya. Agad na bumangon ako at agad syang tiningnan ng masama. Naka higa ito at may kakaibang ngisi ang nasa labi nito. Nanindig aking balahibo. "C-cuz.. W-why are you doing this?" Pa bulong kong sabi sa kanya. Napa yakap nalang ako sa sarili dahil sa kanyang ginawa. "Because i love you baby, i always do." He said. Akmang hahawakan na nya ang aking mga pisnge ng tabigin ko sa ere ang kanyang kamay. Nangunot ang kanyang noo habang may mapupungay na matang tumingin sa akin. "Jungkook, we are cousin! We. Are. Cousins! Mali to eh maling mali. Hindi tayo pwedeng mag sama dahil mag pinsan tayo. Mali ang mahalin mokong higit pa sa pagiging pinsan. Bawal natin gawin ang bagay nato dahil mag pinsan tayo. Mag ka dugo tayo. Bawal maging tayo, bawal na bawal." Nang hihina aking matang tumingin sa kanya. "I-i'm sorry c-cuz But we cant be--" aalis na sana ako ng higitin nya aking kamay. Sa lakas ng kanyang pag hila ay napa higa ako ng kama. "Fuck you! You said last night you love me? I clearly hear that. You said you fucking love me. Then now, you're saying that 'We cant be loving each other because we're cousins?!' How rude you are baby? I fucking assumed that you really do love me. But you fucking didn't?!" Bulyaw nya dahilan para mapikit na lamang at taim-ting napa iyak habang pikit ang mata. Napitlag naman ako ng maramdaman ang maiinit nitong labing humahalik sa sensitibong parte ng aking leeg. Napa hawak ako sa buhok nito ng kagatin nya ang maliit na parte dito. Nag sisimula na naman sya, ginagawa na naman nya ang bagay na ito. Ang bagay na dapat ay hindi nya ginagawa dahil mali. Dahil mag pinsan kami, pero wala akong magagawa.. Oo mahal ko sya, p-pero mali eh. Dahil ginawa kaming mag ka dugo, ginawa kaming mag pinsan. "I dont fucking care baby if this is wrong. I dont fucking care what other will say. I just love you, i really love you. And no one, No ONE can stop me from loving you. I will do anything just to be with you forever, anything! Mark my word." 

Dr. Kevin Matthews is so wrapped up in his work, he hasn’t found time for love or even casual fun in far too long.<br><br>When gorgeous new nurse Mac Winters shows up at the hospital, the attraction between him and Kevin is immediate and intense. After several weeks of flirting and heated stares, they finally spend an evening getting to know each other.<br><br>Unfortunately, just when things turn hot and heavy, Mac announces he’s abstaining from sex because he’s tired of hookups and wants something real. Then he surprises Kevin by announcing he’s going to court the doctor. Can two modern men have an old-fashioned romance – and build something true and lasting together -- while taking sex out of the equation?

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!