colegiales reales

Li Muyang había transmigrado, y la buena noticia era que tenía un sistema. La mala noticia era que este sistema solo podía usarse para jugar videojuegos. Bueno, si es para jugar, que así sea. Es mejor que no tener nada. En el juego, era poderoso y misterioso, haciendo que las extraordinarias hadas se sintieran profundamente conmovidas. Como es solo un juego, no hay problema en apuntar a la ruta del compendio completo, ¿verdad? No fue hasta que un día las hadas del juego aparecieron en su puerta que Li Muyang se sobresaltó de verdad. Lo que se suponía que era solo un juego, ¿cómo se volvió real? "Así que... ¡escuchen mi excusa!" ¡¡Yo de verdad solo estaba jugando!!

Trillizos criados y trabajan juntos Parejas de diferentes orígenes Cada uno con un comienzo de vida diferente y difícil Un evento los une a todos ¿Lucharán por el amor que puede existir O el destino y otros los separarán? ** ADVERTENCIA algunos capítulos contienen escenas maduras y violencia. Lee bajo tu propia discreción...

Morí de la forma más estúpida intentando salvar a la chica que me gustaba… y desperté frente a una diosa que me dijo: ‘Tus actos buenos te dieron la clase de Paladín Santo. Pero tus fantasías secretas con waifus góticas, vampiras y succubus… esas las convertí en tu Sistema de Affection.’ Ahora soy un virgen puro con poderes de luz que purifican la corrupción, pero cada punto de romance con mis waifus oscuras desbloquea maldiciones, necromancia y seducción demoníaca. ¿Podré mantener mi fe mientras el sistema y las sombras me tientan? ¡Harem, sistema, redención y tentación en un mundo de fantasía oscura!

Ni siquiera la enemistad pudo... La hija de un rey y el hijo de una princesa, en aquellos años de conflictos entre egipcios e hititas. Sus caminos no serían fáciles, sin embargo una guerra, enemistades y un conjunto de factores no impidieron que sus caminos se cruzaran. Derechos de autor reservados.

La personificación de la guerra reencarnada en un humano que no tenía nada que ver, pero que aún así vivió lo que no tendría que vivir a esa edad. Dos caras, pero ninguna es falsa. Es el mismo en todo momento. Ya sea que esté luchando a muerte para defender a alguien... O que esté jugando con un juguete de dinosaurio.

historias reales de asecinatos

This is the story of Shi-heum and Yoon-sung, who found themselves living together due to circumstances beyond their control.

Bria Stephens was an artist once. She painted cities at dusk in colors no one else could see — until someone she trusted told her she wasn't good enough. She never picked up a brush again. Now she's a senior editor at Caelum Press, one of the most prestigious publishing houses in the country. Her colleagues call her the Ice Queen of the slush pile. Authors fear her rejections. No one knows she still sees the world like a canvas — she just stopped letting anyone see her. Ryan Malcolm wasn't always Ryan Malcolm. He was born Dante Wards, in a neighborhood that tried to bury him. He failed. He lost everything. So he left, changed his name, and rebuilt himself from nothing. Now he's the cold, elusive CEO of Caelum Press — the company he built with his own hands. The only people who know the man beneath the armor are the younger sibling he raised alone, and the anonymous scholarship he funds for kids from his old streets. When an anonymous manuscript lands on Bria's desk — a story about a young artist who stopped painting, written with details no stranger should know — her carefully constructed walls begin to crack. Someone inside Caelum Press knows her secret. Someone is watching. At the same time, an inquiry into the Dante Wards Scholarship threatens to expose the past Ryan has spent years burying. Forced together by the threats circling them both, Bria and Ryan discover what they've been hiding from the world — and from themselves. Two people who built the same walls. Two people who recognize the armor because they wear the same kind. The world has already written Bria as the villainess. Ryan has been written as a ghost. But the story isn't over yet — and some stories can be rewritten. The Color of Cold is a slow-burn contemporary romance about art, survival, and what happens when two people who forgot how to feel finally let someone in.

In a world still healing from the Transparency Revolution that exposed global corruption, violence begins rising again across Mumbai—quietly, strangely, without warning. Ordinary people display inhuman reflexes, unpredictable instincts, and terrifying bursts of clarity in fights. Officials blame stress. The media blames unrest. No one knows the truth. Arjun is the kind of boy who should never be caught in this chaos—quiet, overlooked, bullied, living each day in survival mode. He’s not fast, not skilled, and not brave. Yet whenever danger closes in, something inside him reacts before he can think. A glance he shouldn't notice. A footstep he shouldn't hear. A punch he shouldn't avoid. Everyone around him is changing in violent, unpredictable ways. But Arjun… stays calm. When he survives an attack that should have killed him, he begins to notice the truth: the world is shifting, people are breaking, and whatever is happening to them… isn't happening to him. As more strange incidents spread across the city, Arjun finds himself caught between students who fight like cornered animals, strangers whose instincts feel manufactured, and forces far bigger than any schoolyard conflict. He isn’t trying to become a hero. He isn’t trying to understand the world. He just wants to stay alive. But survival comes with a cost—because once the wrong people notice someone who doesn’t break, they don’t let go. And Arjun is about to find out that the most dangerous thing in this changing world… is a mind that refuses to fall apart.

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