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Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water. She paused in front of her kitchen's window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion's garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening. Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body. A DEAD BODY! Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, "What are you doing?!" Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here. "Gardening." "And the body?!" she looked at him in disbelief. "Fertilizer," he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?! She then heard him ask her, "Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?" he gave her a sweet smile. Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~

Als Belle mehrere Stunden vor Morgengrauen aus einem Albtraum aufwachte, holte sie sich ein Glas Wasser. Sie hielt vor dem Fenster ihrer Küche inne, als sie eine brennende Laterne vor dem Garten ihres Herrenhauses bemerkte. Ihr Butler stand dort mit einer Schaufel in der Hand. Dies war keine Stunde zum Gärtnern. Neugierig machte sie sich nach draußen, aber als sie nah genug herangekommen war, um eine große und tiefe Grube neben ihrem ewig stoischen und höflichen Butler zu sehen, sah sie, wie er einen verwesten Körper aufhob. EINE LEICHE! Ihre Augen weiteten sich ängstlich, als sie ihren gutaussehenden Butler sah, wie er den verwesenden Körper in das frische Loch warf. Sie fragte entsetzt: "Was tust du da?!" Überrascht, seine junge Herrin zu dieser Stunde wach zu sehen, starrte er sie mit demselben Gesichtsausdruck an, den er all die Jahre beibehalten hatte. Er hatte sichergestellt, dass sie schlief, bevor er hierherkam. "Gärtnern." "Und die Leiche?!", schaute sie ihn ungläubig an. "Dünger", antwortete er ihr, bevor er die Schaufel aufhob, die auf dem Boden lag. Belle war jetzt sicher, dass etwas von ihrem Butler Besitz ergriffen hatte. Wer vergrub schon Leichen als Gartenpflanze?! Dann hörte sie ihn fragen: "Möchten Sie mir beim Einpflanzen helfen, Fräulein Adams?" Er schenkte ihr ein süßes Lächeln. Hinweis: Wenn Sie ein Buch mit Komödie, leichtherziger Romanze und einem gotischen Hintergrund genießen. Dieses Buch ist für Sie~

Se réveillant d'un cauchemar plusieurs heures avant l'aube, Belle alla chercher un verre d'eau. Elle s'arrêta devant la fenêtre de sa cuisine lorsqu'elle remarqua une lanterne allumée devant le jardin de son manoir. Son majordome se tenait là, une pelle à la main. Ce n'était pas l'heure de jardiner. Curieuse, elle se dirigea dehors, mais lorsqu'elle fut assez proche pour voir un grand trou béant à côté de son majordome éternellement stoïque et poli, elle le vit ramasser un corps en décomposition. UN CADAVRE ! Ses yeux s'écarquillèrent de peur lorsqu'elle vit son séduisant majordome laisser tomber le corps en décomposition dans le trou fraîchement creusé. Elle demanda, horrifiée : « Qu'est-ce que vous faites ?! » Surpris de voir sa jeune demoiselle éveillée à cette heure, il la dévisagea avec la même expression qu'il arborait depuis toutes ces années. Il s'était assuré qu'elle dormait avant de venir ici. « Du jardinage. » « Et le corps ?! » le regarda-t-elle, incrédule. « De l'engrais, » lui répondit-il avant de ramasser la pelle qui était par terre. Belle était maintenant certaine que quelque chose avait possédé son majordome. Qui donc jardinait des cadavres ?! Elle l'entendit alors lui demander : « Voulez-vous m'aider à le planter, Mademoiselle Adams ? », lui adressa-t-il avec un doux sourire.

Acordando de um pesadelo várias horas antes do amanhecer, Belle foi buscar um copo d'água. Ela parou em frente à janela da cozinha quando notou uma lanterna acesa em frente ao jardim de sua mansão. Seu mordomo estava lá, de pá na mão. Aquela não era hora para jardinagem. Curiosa, ela foi para fora, mas quando chegou perto o suficiente para ver uma cova grande e funda ao lado de seu eternamente estoico e educado mordomo, ela o viu pegar um corpo podre. UM CORPO MORTO! Seus olhos se arregalaram de medo quando ela viu seu belo mordomo largar o corpo em decomposição no buraco recém-cavado. Ela perguntou, horrorizada: "O que você está fazendo?!" Surpreso ao ver sua jovem senhorita acordada a essa hora, ele a encarou com a mesma expressão que manteve por todos esses anos. Ele tinha se certificado de que ela estava dormindo antes de vir para cá. "Jardinagem." "E o corpo?!", ela olhou para ele, incrédula. "Fertilizante", respondeu ele antes de pegar a pá que estava no chão. Belle agora tinha certeza de que algo havia possuído seu mordomo. Quem usa corpos mortos na jardinagem?! Então, ela o ouviu perguntar: "Quer me ajudar a plantá-lo, Senhorita Adams?", ele lhe deu um doce sorriso.

Al despertarse de una pesadilla varias horas antes del amanecer, Belle fue a por un vaso de agua. Se detuvo frente a la ventana de la cocina cuando vio una linterna encendida frente al jardín de su mansión. Su mayordomo estaba allí, pala en mano. No era hora de dedicarse a la jardinería. Curiosa, salió al exterior, pero cuando se acercó lo suficiente como para ver un gran y profundo hoyo junto a su eternamente estoico y educado mayordomo, lo vio recoger un cuerpo en descomposición. ¡UN CADÁVER! Sus ojos se abrieron de par en par con miedo cuando vio a su apuesto mayordomo dejar caer el cuerpo putrefacto en el agujero recién cavado. Preguntó horrorizada: "¿¡Qué estás haciendo!?". Sorprendido de ver a su joven señorita despierta a esa hora, la miró con la misma expresión que había mantenido durante todos estos años. Se había asegurado de que estuviera dormida antes de venir. "Haciendo jardinería". "¿¡Y el cuerpo!?", lo miró con incredulidad. "Fertilizante", le respondió antes de recoger la pala que estaba en el suelo. Belle ahora estaba segura de que algo había poseído a su mayordomo. ¿¡Quién usa cadáveres para la jardinería!? Entonces le oyó preguntarle: "¿Quiere ayudarme a plantarlo, señorita Adams?", mientras le dedicaba una dulce sonrisa.

Dans un monde où les ombres cachent des vérités oubliées et où la technologie s’entremêle à la magie ancienne, William, un étranger au passé fragmenté, se retrouve plongé dans un conflit qui dépasse l’entendement. Marqué comme le Roi des Ombres, il doit traverser le labyrinthe mortel de la Tour des Ombres, affrontant ennemis implacables, artefacts maudits et ses propres démons intérieurs. Des profondeurs du Ghetto-Sud d’Arobi aux cités vertigineuses des Sept Péchés Primordiaux, son parcours est un mélange de survie, de trahison et de révélation. Alors qu’il éveille la Voile de l’Ombre, un pouvoir hors du commun, la frontière entre l’homme et la légende commence à s’effacer. Avec des alliés aussi énigmatiques que ses adversaires et un empire des ténèbres en marche, une question persiste : Qui est vraiment William ? Et peut-il échapper au destin inscrit dans son sang ?

In the floating slums of Makoko, Lagos, a boy with a strange serpent-shaped birthmark discovers he is part of a forgotten prophecy—one that could save the nation… or destroy it. Kafé always felt different, but when a mysterious blackout strikes Lagos, visions awaken inside him and the spirits of the lagoon begin to call his name. Soon he learns the truth: he was born a twin. One marked by destiny. One claimed by darkness. And the brother he never knew is coming for him. Now hunted by secret societies, ancient watchers, and powerful enemies hidden within the city, Kafé must uncover the truth of his bloodline before Lagos erupts into chaos. But in a world where politics, spirits, and human ambition collide… not even family can be trusted. Ghetto Order is an Afro-Noir fantasy filled with prophecy, rising power, betrayal, and the fight for a broken city’s soul.

In a world where the balance between light and shadow is crumbling, William, a young man from the ghetto, is thrown into a ruthless war. Armed with his wits, his past, and an evolving Shadow Veil, he must rise through the ranks of an unforgiving reality. Between ancient secrets, cybernetic warfare, and mystical forces, survival is just the beginning. Will he embrace his destiny as the Lord of Shadows or be consumed by the abyss?

In some distant place, something terrible happens, A Young girl with just fifteen-year-old, who was missing for twenty Years, reappears with the same looks that she had when disappeared. The case seems simple, the story was that she was held captive without sun, fresh air, or proper food, therefore her body didn’t evolve but the truth was darker and more supernatural, and all of that comes to light When the daughter of the mayor of the same city, also disappears, just after her fifteenth birthday. Stacy was noticeably young, when she was discovered by a lookout that lived in an orphanage, and soon after she was discovered, she was adopted by a high society American woman, who made sure to expose her daughter as often as she possibly could. Her baptism name was Ana, but it was changed in the adoption and the career ascension. On her tenth birthday, she was one of the most well-paid kids’ models, earning even more than some adults. Her face was so pretty that seems to be made by computers graphics, there was no one who doesn’t desire be like her, the little girls from all over the country aspire to be like her, to have what she had. But the Stacy life was never perfect, on the contrary, often she thinks about suicide, but that was a though she escapes from it, whenever she could at least. Many people said that she wasn’t going to be beautiful forever, but when she was fourteen, she became even prettier although it seems impossible, given that she was already very gorgeous. The Search for emancipation of the foster mom, takes the security of Stacy away, she received messages twenty-four seven, they said that even her stepfather that had molested her when she as ten, was on to her, and her money. For some people, like her agent, booker and boyfriend, the emancipation was going to be very profitable, but for her mother, the former and the present stepfather, the emancipation wasn’t going to be a good thing. Everybody knew back then what was happening, the court fights, the rumors about she was involving herself with drugs and about the threads. But the apex was When she had a contract with a billionaire and a Romanian businessman and then, two days after her fifteen birthdays, she disappeared in the simplest possible way, without a leaving any traces behind. It was said that she had run away with a secret lover, or perhaps with the billionaire. Other people would say that the adoptive mother had killed her, with help from her stepfather. For the cops, the ex-stepfather had kidnapped her, that because he disappeared months later. A lot of theories was formulated, but none had been proved. The fortune of Stacy had been frozen and never been touched until the day that a reclaim was maid, by a supposed son of the missing model, as if it was not enough, images of herself was send to the police, and they had taken all as a bad joke. A story full of horror, mystery, thriller, vengeance, And hope.

COVER NOT MINE Angel Adams might just have to be the unluckiest kid in the block but being a literal angel after death? Adams is rough around the edges who knew he was actually just a diamond in the rough waiting to be chipped out and death was the only way to do it. *** I open my eyes and the building's gone, I look ahead at the water body ahead and city lights, hooting, with the wind lifting me, my wings are still on fire and there's lightning coming out of my fists. I hear screeching behind me and veer around to see the most disgusting race of demons I've ever seen_on the internet, with these huge bat wings and blades on the edges, their fingers were blades too with fire coming out of their eyes, they were only two of em. "That one's ripe for the taking" "I don't want no trouble_Rafe? Raphael? Hey homie, I got trouble out here" I laugh when nothing's happened and my wings are gliding on the wind thermal, I can see my reflection on the water clearly, I face them smiling. "Hey, I'm Angel...Hail Satan" "You're coming with us" The demon pulls out a huge sword and I pull back. "Back up" I raise my flaming hand but they don't balk. "Uhh..the power compels thee?" They exchange looks like I'm crazy and I feel the heat rising and an extreme amount of fire and lightning comes shooting out of my hand to scorch them. I turn to fly away and look at my hand "That worked?" The demons double up to four, screeching, I curse trying to evade the hail of blades coming at me and wince at the one that stabs my feet, I let myself drop in the water and the fire on my wings is still persistent. Fire in water, how unbelievable. I hold my breath and grit my teeth pulling out the daggers, no blood, the demons were floating above water just waiting for me like a swarm of killer bees but what could be worse? It's been 2 minutes and I'm still underwater, my lungs were gonna give out anytime soon, my brain if I had any would be swelling, air bubbles escape and I'm still