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J'étais hospitalisée pour des complications suite à une procédure de FIV à haut risque dans le meilleur hôpital de Seattle. Ce même jour, le téléphone de mon mari Julian Blackwood ne cessait de vibrer avec des SMS frénétiques et des appels manqués. Les messages venaient de Cassie, son stagiaire. Je lui ai demandé s'il devait lui répondre. "Qu'est-ce qu'elle veut encore ?" a-t-il grogné. "Elle n'a pas de vie ? Mon Dieu, elle est sans relâche." Plus tard, cette même stagiaire a envoyé une photo d'un chalet de ski au Colorado, avec une tempête de neige qui faisait rage dehors. La légende disait : [Si je reste piégée ici et que je meurs, reviendrai-je sous forme de flocon de neige ? Peut-être qu'alors, je ne dérangerai personne.] Julian y a jeté un coup d'œil et a laissé échapper un rire méprisant. "Devenir un flocon de neige ? Parle d'un complexe de victime." Mais après cela, il est devenu visiblement agité. Puis il est parti précipitamment, a réservé le prochain vol de nuit, et n'est pas revenu de toute la nuit. Cette nuit-là, j'ai eu une hémorragie et j'ai été transportée d'urgence aux urgences. Quand l'infirmière m'a demandé si je voulais continuer à essayer de sauver le bébé, j'ai regardé la place vide à côté de moi et j'ai répondu calmement. "Non. Je n'en veux plus."

Sally, a woman whose kindness knew no bounds, had met a tragic end. Helping an elderly woman cross the street, she was struck by a car, her face left a horrifying, unrecognizable mess. The accident stole more than just her beauty; it cost her her job, her loving boyfriend, and even the family of her aunt, who had previously embraced her as their own, cast her aside. Desperate to rebuild her life, she tried to find work, hiding her disfigured face, but her attempts were met with cruelty. Instead of compassion, she faced relentless criticism, brutal street beatings, and even stones thrown at her by those who saw her as monstrous. Alone and broken, she succumbed to the cold, harsh reality of her existence, dying a lonely death in the bitter winter. But death was not the end. She was transmigrated and occupied someone's body into a world called Myr, a land of magic and wonder. And with her, came an unexpected companion: Queen of Queens, a game she had played in her past life, a game now interwoven with her new reality. This game, a matriarchal world ruled by women, offered her a second chance, a path to redemption. By completing missions, gathering resources – especially the precious gold – she could recruit workers, troops, and powerful heroes, building her own kingdom, forging her own destiny, and escaping the harsh judgment she faced in her previous life. This time, she wouldn't be defined by her appearance, but by her strength, her resilience, and the kingdom she would build.

"Hey bro, look at that" "Who is she why is she hooded and facemasked, it's hot" "Tsk, just ignore that" "I bet she's ugly" "All right I bet she's beautiful" That's what I heard when I walked to the hallway of the school, they said everyone has a secret, it's up to us how we keep it or reveal it. But others say there is no secret that cannot be revealed. I have a secret that no one should know, only my parents know. My secret is ... P.S Names, characters, places, and events may be the work of the author's imagination or mere fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or local or human, living or dead, is purely coincidental. PLAGIARISM is a CRIME!

"Are you okay with the fact that you'll never be normal again?" ... "Do you promise to follow my orders, no matter how drastic they may seem?" ... "Are you okay with the fact that you may never see someone that you care about again?" ... "Will you devote yourself to the betterment of humanity?" ... "Alright. Last one. Do you promise to never betray me?" Three adventurers have been traveling across the world, in search for jobs to get themselves more money. It was just a normal day, when the town they were stopping by in was suddenly attacked by the most fearsome person in the world. God. That attack led those adventurers into a much different path than they had been expecting. One with action, excitement, fear, and heartbreak. But, where will their journey end up? Only time will tell....

El día que murió su padre, Sayuri Tachibana entendió dos cosas al mismo tiempo: que la familia que conocía nunca había sido completamente real, y que saber demasiado tiene un precio que no sabe como pagar. Todo a su alrededor se resume a mentiras. La persona en quien más confiaba le mintió. La que había ocupado el lugar que su madre dejó vacío, la que le enseñó que podía volver a confiar en alguien, resultó ser la grieta por donde entró todo lo demás. Ahora es testigo protegida. Tiene un apellido nuevo, un cabello que no reconoce del todo en el espejo, y un viñedo en Georgia que no sabe manejar. También tiene a alguien a su lado con un nombre que no es del todo el suyo y un pasado que cuenta por partes, y que tres meses atrás era la persona indicada para una vida perfecta. Mentiras y más mentiras. Ella no eligió nada de esto. Ni el lugar, ni lo que es ahora, ni siquiera lo quiere a él. Pero la vida que tenía ya no existe. Y esta, por ahora, es la única forma que tiene para sobrevivir.

" I asked a question! " The small individual shouted, taking everyone by suprise . " I-- I don't think thats - His eyes shifted from her body to look at his friend, features contorting in to a devilish anger, that wouldn't be able to leave his face easily. Striding over to his target, the short make looked up into his friends eyes, even with the height difference the elder was still scared... Knowing how angry he could get and the things he would do when angry made Yoon re-think his words completely... " I asked you a question, it's in your best interest to awnser me. " Taemin warned his friend - before he heard a throaty gulp reverberate in his friends throat. " She-- I don't know... I don't know think she'll make the night. "

Mi ex estaba en el altar. La novia, mi hermana menor. Y yo… era dama de honor. Hace solo dos meses me juraba amor eterno. Hoy la espera con flores en las manos y esa sonrisa que alguna vez fue mía. Según mis padres, no asistir habría sido aún más humillante que estar ahí, rota por dentro y con un vestido que no podía sostenerme. Lo que no sabía era que la fiesta tenía reservado algo más que miradas de lástima y brindis forzados. Un extraño con sonrisa arrogante interrumpió mi peor momento. Me salvó, sí… pero también se aseguró de que no pudiera olvidarlo. Y así empezó todo. Lo inesperado. Lo incómodo. Lo inevitable.

Após o arrebatamento dos salvos, um jovem “cristão” busca encontrar sua esposa em meio a incerteza da permanência de sua amada na terra.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"