korra graphic novel

Découvrez l'histoire de notre héroïne qui deviendra connue comme la légendaire filles des sables. Avec son talent divin de la libération de la terre, elle montrera que l'ère des super maîtres ne fait que commencer. Avatar Korra et l'image de couverture ne m'appartient pas. Considérez que cette histoire ce déroule dans un monde parallèle du même multivers ou notre mc existe. Bonne lecture

A story compilation of the love journey of an Accountant and a Graphic Designer

This is a novel about me and my friend Jun Kokoro. It is deep with many motivational or relateble thing in it. Give it a read, It's worth it

The tale of a few groups of Adventurers that eventually combine together. Filled with action packed sword fights and enemies.

Korey Wilson is a ruthless alpha an alpha with no emotions, no heart, damn arrogant, just so cold gets his Luna.... Bentley Janice. Bentley Janice, a pretty young lady gets chosen by the moon Goddess to be Korey's Luna. Korey gets annoyed because he would be having a human as his mate and there is nothing he could do, his weakness is her weakness, he became super arrogant towards her, but that never stopped her from loving him. **** "you're making me weak Jan" korey said lowly "I am?...But how?" She asked but he kept mute "Korey?" She asked "You're not giving me a reply...Or did i——" she trailled off as he interrupted her "Ever since the night I kissed you... I find it hard to concentrate at work I tried my best but all I could find myself doing was thinking of you, craving to hold you, to touch you, to feel your lips once more... But I don't know what's stopping me" he rushed taking his last statement calmly " if anyone ever told me I'd fall in love with you.. I'd disbelieve, but now I think I am" he said breathlessly " what are you going to do about it? " Jan asked "Jan please.. please...stop oppressing me!" he said as she walked closer to him, his eyes were fixed on the floor avoiding her eyes. "Korey... I Love you, and I'd keep loving you no matter what" . .

In a world governed by the Celestials and enforced through the Order of Divine Enforcement (ODE), human life follows a quiet, unspoken limit. Few live to see their fortieth year. It is not a law, nor a single act of cruelty that defines it, but something more gradual—an unending hunger for power, for resources, for a place that can be held without being taken. People turn on one another long before anything else does. The ODE does not create this condition. It does not need to. It simply allows it to continue, narrowing the paths people can take until conflict becomes inevitable, until survival itself begins to sustain the system that confines them. And so life goes on. Clans rise and fall. Strength decides most things, and the rest learn to live beneath it. Somewhere within that order, something else has begun to move. Yamiji. An organization, small in number and rarely seen. It has no clear allegiance or shared purpose. Each of its members follows their own reasons, but their actions seem to lead in the same direction—toward something that will repeat a history long buried by time. Vorian Caelrin lives on the edge of all this. He does not search for meaning in the same way others do. He observes, endures, and continues forward without expecting much from what lies ahead. But even for someone like him, there are limits to how long a person can remain untouched by the world around them.

el que lea esto, solo quiero pedir perdon por lo que van a leer, pero bueno, esto solo es una prueba de algo

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?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.