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« Je te laisserai être sur le dessus dès ce soir, s'il te plaît ne me divorce pas, chéri ! » ----- La vie de conte de fées d'Evelyn a volé en éclats lorsqu'un inconnu a fait irruption, prétendant être la véritable fille de la famille Wright avec des preuves. Ses privilèges enviés ? Envoyés aux oubliettes. Sa réputation immaculée ? Salie. Ses quatre ans de fiançailles ? Brutalement annulées. Mais la plus grande trahison venait de son père autrefois aimant, prêt à la marier pour régler une affaire commerciale – avec un homme deux fois son âge ! Tout le monde dans le cercle a assisté à ce mariage scandaleux, impatients d'assister à la chute de la prétendue fausse héritière. Pourtant, le point culminant n'était pas ce même Evelyn avait anticipé! Zevian Reign, le magnat le plus riche de la nation, connu pour être le fantasme de chaque femme et le cauchemar de tous ses rivaux, a fait une entrée spectaculaire. Son arrivée a stupéfié les invités, mais son souhait effronté fut encore plus surprenant ! Il a demandé avec désinvolture à remplacer le marié et à épouser la magnifique mariée. Personne n'a osé contester, ni n'a eu le courage de lui désobéir. Ils n'avaient d'autre choix que d'assister au mariage. Et c'était l'heure pour Evelyn de sourire en coin, car elle était désormais la femme du diable. Et tous ceux qui l'avaient ruinée, ils paieraient au centuple ! ++++ [Extrait] « Pourquoi larguerais-je mon mari pour un perdant ? » Evelyn rigola en croisant les bras avec défi. « Il est meilleur que lui dans tous les aspects. » Son regard se porta sur son ex-fiancé, non loin de là, et elle continua avec un sourire en coin, « En fait, beaucoup mieux au lit. » Alors que le visage d'Annabelle rougissait de dégoût, Evelyn lui tapota le dos et se pencha pour asséner une autre gifle. « Alors, bonne chance avec lécher mes restes, chère demi-sœur. Il est parfait pour toi. »

​The world isn't ending. It's just being rewritten. ​ ​Ehaan Kapoor was a corporate editor who believed life was about structure, logic, and correcting errors. Then, the sky turned violet, giant eyes opened in the clouds, and the world was notified that the "Draft Phase" was over. ​Reality is now a live-streamed narrative for cosmic entities known as the PATRONS. They demand entertainment. They demand tragedy. They demand a story worth watching. ​While others panicked or leveled up as warriors and mages, Ehaan noticed the typos in the code. He saw the strings attached to the monsters. He realized that in a world made of words, the sword is not the strongest weapon—the Red Pen is. ​Unlock the class: [Narrative Architect]. ​Armed with the power to edit physics, reject plot twists, and rewrite the motivations of gods, Ehaan must lead a team of glitches and rejected characters against the Publisher—the cosmic entity determined to monetize their suffering. ​From crashing the economy of a Battle Royale to poisoning the audience of a Gothic Romance, Ehaan is on a mission to do the impossible: ​GET THE BOOK BANNED.

The best spy story; the worst spy. The world's worst criminal vs. the world's worst spy. Literary, there's nothing better. Khalid el Bullít is the most dangerous terrorist on Earth. He deals deadly drugs to children, he feeds guns to warlords in countries where hunger rules, and he dreams of a nuclear attack on a major Western city, probably New York. It's not strange if you've never heard about him: the entire island of Malta protects Khalid's secret identity. But Khalid made one mistake and now the LSD is after him. A manuscript about a maniac leads to a manhunt to save mankind. Is Malik, the writer of that manuscript, a pawn or a player? Does Khalid play with black or white? Sami, The Runner, should leave this mission to The Agent. Noxious Secrets are extremely bad for your health.

"N-no" "This can't be.. ." "I'm not-" Jimin dropped the pregnancy test as he rushed towards the toilet, throwing his guts up. [...] One thing that Yoongi hates to happen is when his only family, his brother, finds out that he belongs to a group of the most trusted killers in the dark side of Korea. ..Yet it happened, his brother visited Yoongi's room, finding out his secrets. It scared him and.. left Yoongi alone in his mansion. Because of that Yoongi felt frustrated, he didn't eat for days and just stayed in his room for weeks. His pals cheer him up by forcing him to go to a club with them. That night, they received a sudden mail from their boss. And ended up with a location that Yoongi loves to visit during his childhood days. Park's residence. [...] top!yoongi bottom!jimin !side ships included Short story!Short chapters [...] •Angst (first time writing this genre? hope y'all like it) •Fluff •Mild smut •mpreg •the whole story and contents are originally mine. •characters are NOT mine. Everyday updates since i'm doing a 30day writing challenge. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ) Enjoy~

Havenport is a city of routine until Daniel Carter discovers a living manuscript that distorts reality. When researcher Evelyn Harper arrives, the two must unravel its secrets while city anomalies grow and unseen forces watch from the shadows. Danger, rivalry, and unexpected sparks of romance collide. Can they survive the manuscript’s power before it consumes everything?

Change to the novel of the same title: Scientific Isekai. Also check my fanfic "Gardener in the Apocalypse!!"(a Plant Vs Zombies system fanfiction.

The Forgotten Pattern is a collection of archival fragments, letters, and testimonies drawn from centuries of human history — yet each page reveals something deeply unsettling: the past does not remain past. Faces recur across portraits separated by generations, treaties repeat their promises and betrayals, and names reappear only to vanish again. The pattern is not coincidence. It is law. From a burned children’s primer whose script seems to invade the reader’s thoughts, to fragments of clay tablets whispering of return and erasure, to the obsidian disc inscribed with a chant that lingers unnaturally in memory — the artifacts that survive hint at a reality where disappearance does not mean destruction. Those who vanish are not lost, but gathered. Historians, scribes, and travelers who trace these anomalies find themselves ensnared in contradictions: records doubling back, conversations replaying, corridors walked twice without intent. Journals of the missing reveal no terror, only calm resignation, as if each knew their vanishing was neither accident nor crime, but a summons. As speculation fades into silence, only fragments endure: whispers of dreams that repeat endlessly, of libraries that duplicate their shelves, of portraits that refuse to age. Across centuries, one phrase recurs in ink, in margins, and in whispers: “Claimed, not lost.” The book offers no solution, no closure. Instead, it entangles the reader in the same pattern it describes, leaving behind the lingering suspicion that the text itself is not merely read, but repeated — and that to recognize the pattern is to risk joining it.

Book 3 of the Bohemian Grove Offerings series. Exodus 30:14 Every one that passeth among them that are numbered, from twenty years old and above, shall give an offering unto Yodh He Waw He (the LORD). A study of the old religious phrase, "everything began from Nothing" www.welovetheoldestparents.com

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?