gow heimdall

In which Thor becomes a calm and reasonable person.

Amitié, Parrain, Vie de Famille (frère)

Aetherion was feared by gods, worshipped by immortals, and powerful enough to bring kingdoms to their knees with a single command. As the War God of heaven, nothing in existence could challenge him. Until he woke up in the body of a mortal assassin. Now trapped inside the weak body of Kael: a ruthless killer feared across the mortal realm . Aetherion can only watch helplessly as Kael takes over his divine body and slowly changes heaven itself. Kingdoms begin falling. Immortals kneel in fear. And the heavens once protected by the War God start drowning beneath cruelty and bloodshed. Desperate to reclaim his body and stop the destruction spreading across heaven, Aetherion hides among mortals while searching for answers behind the mysterious body swap. But everything slowly changes after meeting a sharp-tongued noble’s daughter who constantly argues with him, challenges him, and somehow makes him feel more human than he has in centuries. For the first time in his immortal life, Aetherion begins experiencing things heaven never gave him — peace, warmth… and love. But while the mortal wearing his divine face becomes a monster powerful enough to destroy heaven itself, Aetherion is faced with an impossible choice: Return to the throne he once ruled… Or choose the one person who finally made him want to abandon heaven forever.

Towers descended upon humanity 100 years ago, each with a god entitled to them. Yet in that century, no one yet has cleared a single one. Our mc is a porter for a top guild in the United States, and they finally reach the last floor of one of the towers. What will Jacob encounter inside? and what his fate become? who will he become? Find out, in God's Towers.

Zola was a slave. Nothing more, nothing less — until he woke up in a body that wasn't his, tangled in the mind of a boy who used to own people like him.

All I can say is... "Oh, what a life."

There are different kinds of goodbyes. The easy one and the tough one. Goodbyes tend to be easy when you're saying it specifically, to someone you really don't give a damn, even if they care, when you don't, you'll just give them the impression of "I'll be back" even though you're not and it'll be fine, to you. Thinking "Oh, they'll just forget it, forget me". I know how easy goodbye works and what you will feel after, but I don't when it comes to the tough goodbye, generally, because I still don't have experience how tough one works. They say tough goodbyes are those you don't actually want to say it but you need to, just like a dying person, when they can't speak because of the tube connected to their lungs they'll go with the action by writing, touching, tapping, waving, or just giving you a look of 'love' or 'sorry'. That made me think, "Oh, even actions can express goodbye?" Really, how can a goodbye be so tough? How? Is it because they're loved... or.... they love? How does a tough goodbye really feel?

Born from a night no one dares to speak of, the seventh prince entered the world drenched in curse and tragedy. His mother went through hell for carrying him, and the kingdom whispered that her child was never meant to exist— a demon-born mistake. To the king, he is a living reminder of everything he lost. No matter how the prince grows—quiet, obedient, desperate for approval—his father’s hatred never fades. The palace is his prison; his blood is his curse. But everything changes when the king drags him to a royal ball in a distant kingdom. Surrounded by splendor and strangers, the prince slips away from the celebration, seeking silence. Instead, he hears a sound— a haunting melody carried by piano keys and a voice too gentle for this world. The musician he finds in the moonlit hall is unlike anything he has ever known. Beautiful. Mysterious. A man who looks at him without fear… and without the disgust he has grown used to. But the musician carries secrets of his own—ones tied to the prince’s curse, the night of his birth, and the true reason the king refuses to look him in the eyes. As their bond deepens, the prince must choose: uncover the truth and awaken the demon sleeping in his blood, or lose the only person who has ever seen him as human.

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.