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"Du... du bist Aurora... meine Königin. Meine Luna... und ... und meine Frau..." Schmerz war deutlich auf Sebastian Kings Gesicht zu sehen. Er war der Alphagott. Dennoch war er bereit, vor mir zu knien. "Aurora... bitte komm zurück und..." Ich unterbrach ihn, meine Augen vor Wut funkelnd, "Frau? Königin? Luna?" Ich begann den Kopf zu schütteln und ließ ein scharfes, bitteres Lachen ertönen, "Nein, Alphagott. Ich bin nicht Aurora Stone. Erinnerst du dich? Sie ist tot. Ich bin Phoenix..." Meine Stimme zitterte jetzt, "Ich bin nur eine einfache Kriegerin dieses Palastes..." Er streckte die Hand aus, um mein Gesicht zu berühren, und die Qual in seinen Augen hätte mich fast zerschmettert. Aber ich hatte meine Entscheidung getroffen. Ich trat zurück, wandte mein Gesicht von seiner Hand ab, "Nicht!" zischte ich, "Es ist jetzt zu spät." Ohne auf seine Antwort zu warten, drehte ich mich auf dem Absatz um und verließ den Raum mit schwerem Herzen. Ich musste hier raus, sonst hätte ich geweint. *** Aurora war die Tochter des Beta und galt als das schönste Mädchen im Rudel. Aber ihre Welt zerbrach, als ihr Verlobter sie verließ, nachdem sie in der Nacht ihrer Verlobung vergewaltigt wurde. Sie wurde in den Augen ihres Rudels als unrein gebrandmarkt. Ihr Vater konnte die Schande nicht ertragen und verkaufte sie an den Lykaner König, Sebastian King. Im königlichen Palast wurde sie misshandelt, gedemütigt und verbrannt. Als ein Feuer im Palast ausbrach, nutzte sie ihre Chance, ließ die Welt glauben, sie sei in den Flammen verbrannt und gestorben. Sie floh und fand Zuflucht in einem anderen Rudel, lebte unter einem neuen Namen und einer neuen Identität. Aber verdammt. Das Schicksal ist grausam. Es brachte sie zurück, von Angesicht zu Angesicht, noch einmal mit dem Lykaner König. Diesmal ignorierte er sie nicht und verehrte den Boden, auf dem sie ging. Aber es war viel zu spät. Sie hatte längst weitergemacht... oder zumindest sagte sie sich das. Aber glaubte ihr Herz das wirklich?

• 1-2 New Chapters Every Day An American accountant in 2025 wakes up to find himself in the body of King Louis XVI. The shock nearly stops his heart, but what truly terrifies him is realizing he’s living on borrowed time. He knows how this story ends, and he refuses to meet the guillotine. With his modern financial knowledge and sharp sense of public opinion, he decides to save France from bankruptcy—and himself from the blade. But politics in Versailles are far more dangerous than tax codes. His reforms stir anger among nobles, foreign rivals, and even his own court. Every move he makes is a gamble. And while he’s busy trying to change the future, he also has to pretend to be a husband to Marie Antoinette. At first, it’s just an act to keep history on track. Then, slowly, she becomes more than a name from his textbooks. Her warmth, her laughter, and her loneliness begin to draw him in. Now he stands between love and revolution, between the woman who changed his heart and the nation he’s trying to save. Can an ordinary man from the modern world rewrite the fate of France and keep both his crown and his life?

In six years of marriage to Kellan, he's given me eighty-eight Louis Vuitton bags. But each new bag represents another woman he's been with on the side. Out of guilt, he buys me bags as compensation. We've maintained this polite façade all along. Until yesterday, when he gave me a Hermès Himalaya with diamond hardware. I know he's going to divorce me.

Deep in St. Louis where the FBI's little detective, Williams Emina, investigates about the disappearance occasions occurring around America for 20 years continously. With the help of her team, Emina discovers about the paranormal case targeting all people of no specific specious. So who would the criminal be? Why would they abduct a large number of people? And how did she discover?

Mica Louis was an half-human, half-monster. She had to overcome circumstances of being hated by people because of her scary red eyes and unnecessary anger with threats. Her mum, Blaine was the CEO of Ease Groups, a popular hotel. Mica, being a nonhuman had to give up her favourite hobby, writing. The unexpected happened. Blaine suffered from a certain disease which would cost her life. This made Mica discover her power that she could change the fates of people. She changed her fate to save her mum. Mica died. Blaine, hearing that Mica died rejoices claiming that her she was free. No one is to be trusted. Note that. A tragic short story. The fate of Mica Louis. #everyone This novel is written by T_bel

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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!