oliver wood in deathly hallows part 2

Connor McDonald livrait de la nourriture pour son travail à temps partiel. Un jour, il a dû livrer de la nourriture à un hôtel tristement célèbre pour être un hôtel de passe. Lorsque la porte de la chambre s'est ouverte, il n'en croyait pas ses yeux. Sa petite amie était à moitié dénudée, se blottissant contre un enfant riche de leur classe. "Eh bien, maintenant que tu l'as découvert, je suppose qu'il est temps que tu le saches", a déclaré l'enfant riche avec dédain. "Ta petite amie sort avec moi maintenant. "Connor, renonce à moi. Tu es orphelin et tu n'as pas d'argent. Même si tu livres de la nourriture pour le reste de ta vie, il n'y a aucune façon que tu puisses rivaliser avec lui. Tu n'es pas à la hauteur pour moi. Rompons", a déclaré sa petite amie. Connor était totalement abasourdi, se demandant pourquoi Dieu empêcherait les pauvres d'être dans une relation normale. Alors qu'il se lamentait de douleur, son téléphone a soudainement sonné. Il a reçu un message texte intéressant. [Vous avez reçu 1,000,000,000.00 dollars sur votre compte.] "Qu'est-ce que c'est que ça?" s'est exclamé Connor. "Qui diable vient de me transférer 1 milliard de dollars?"

The Princess locked up in the Evil Dragon's home is just like a yacht owned by a tycoon – it's not so much about whether it's used, but that you can't be without one. Ideally, it comes with a few bounty quests; the higher the level, the better. If there's a dragon-slaying quest, even better – that's the kind of prestige we're talking about. If you don't have a Princess in your lair cursing you to hell every day, you'd be too embarrassed to even say hello to other Evil Dragons. What, the King sent Adventurers to gang up on me? Hahaha, I, the grand Level 80 Black Dragon Lord, a world-class BOSS, how could I possibly care about a bunch of Adventurers. What! The Adventurers have already reached outside the dungeon? All of them are maxed-out big shots, and there are two heroes leading the charge! And the leader is a Dragon Slaying Swordsman! I'm done for, now what to do… Heroes and villains, black dragons and mortals, the formidable BOSS of the game world and the insignificant streamer of reality. This is a story about a Black Dragon BOSS player.

When I opened my eyes, I was inside a novel. [The Birth of a Hero]. [The Birth of a Hero] was a novel focused on the adventures of the main character, Choi Han, a high school boy who was transported to a different dimension from Earth, along with the birth of the numerous heroes of the continent. I became a part of that novel as the trash of the Count’s family, the family that oversaw the territory where the first village that Choi Han visits is located. The problem is that Choi Han becomes twisted after that village, and everyone in it, are destroyed by assassins. The bigger problem is the fact that this stupid trash who I’ve become doesn’t know about what happened in the village and messes with Choi Han, only to get beaten to a pulp. “…This is going to be a problem.” I feel like something serious has happened to me. But it was worth trying to make this my new life. ------------------------------------- Disclaimer: This is an unofficial translation of the novel "Lout of Count's Family." Every effort has been made to ensure accuracy, but there may be errors or omissions. The original work holds the sole copyright, and this translation is intended for entertainment purposes only. No commercial use is permitted without the author's consent. Please note that cultural nuances, idioms, and literary devices might be lost or altered in translation. The translator does not claim ownership of the original work or its characters. If you find any errors or have suggestions, please feel free to provide feedback. Thank you for reading! [Author – Yu Ryeo Han] [Proofreader – Rai_Mayank]

Power is Truth! The Iron Chancellor Bismarck once said, "The great issues of the day will not be settled by speeches and parliamentary resolutions... but by iron and blood." Military enthusiast Qin Tian has been reborn as the fifth son of Wilhelm II, Prince Oscar. Originally just wanting to live a carefree life, he unexpectedly becomes the heir to this empire. To save his own life, Qin Tian must think of every possible way to ensure Germany wins the war! Qin Tian’s goal: "With the sword of Germany, to gain land for the plow of Germany, to secure daily bread for the people of Germany, and to fight for sunlit land for the Germanic nation!"

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT An unwarranted death, an unprecedented rebirth, two men vying for her love. Elize's life was not easy to begin with, but now she has to fight her own destiny. Will she want to return to what was hers? Or will she choose to ignore it? Is she strong enough to face her fate? Then what about love? GLIMPSES (P.S. Contains spoilers, read at your own discretion) : As she drew closer to the door, she could clearly hear two men bickering "I swear if you lay a finger-" Deep breath. Elize repeated to herself as she pushed the door open. Two heads whipped towards her direction from the corridor to which the door opened. The conversation between them seemed to have died down with her presence. One of the two tall men stepped towards her. An animalistic growl emanated from his body. Elize narrowed her eyes and was about to say something when she noticed it. Those eyes. Those same blue eyes! ********* "Who's there?!" She asked aloud, unable to find anyone. 'You have come at last.' The voice replied, a hint of joy in its tone. She gulped her saliva nervously. "Who- who's there?!" Elize stuttered. 'I am what is missing from you.' The voice replied, calmly. "Huh?" 'Since our time has not yet come to become one, why may I ask are you here?' The voice asked. "I uh.." She said absentmindedly. 'Let us seal our bond with a wish, that I may accept you as my master.' The voice spoke with much enthusiasm. ****** "Do you hate me Elize?" He asked, with a pout. Elize maintained her poker face. She was not going to fall for it no matter how cute he tried to act, she thought to herself. "No I don't sir. I don't even know you." She replied nonchalantly. "Ouch. That hurt." He said, clutching the place above his heart. Elize huffed, rolling her eyes. "Do you really have something to say or should I come back later?" She asked, folding her hands above her chest. "Would you come back to me later, on your own accord?" He teased, almost reaching her. "That's not what I-" The Kelpie's laughter cut her off. "You're so cute when you do that. It makes me want to bite you." He said licking his lips, his wet tongue gliding over his moist lips slowly, making a show of the process. Teaser is on the Instagram page : author_obsessedwithwolves Join our discord- https://discord.gg/Nrj87UT

AVERTISSEMENT : CONTENU MATURE Une mort injustifiée, une renaissance sans précédent, deux hommes se disputant son amour. La vie d'Elize n'était pas facile au départ, mais maintenant elle doit combattre son propre destin. Vouloir-elle revenir à ce qui était le sien ? Ou choisira-t-elle de l'ignorer ? Est-elle assez forte pour affronter son destin ? Et l'amour alors ? APERÇUS (P.S. Contient des spoilers, lisez à votre propre discrétion) : Alors qu'elle s'approchait de la porte, elle pouvait clairement entendre deux hommes se chamailler "Je jure que si tu poses un doigt-" Respire profondément. Elize se répéta tandis qu'elle poussait la porte. Deux têtes se tournèrent vers sa direction depuis le couloir vers lequel la porte s'ouvrait. La conversation entre eux semblait s'être éteinte avec sa présence. L'un des deux hommes grands s'avança vers elle. Un grognement animal émanait de son corps. Elize plissa les yeux et était sur le point de dire quelque chose lorsqu'elle le remarqua. Ces yeux. Ces mêmes yeux bleus ! "Qui est là ?!" demanda-t-elle à haute voix, incapable de trouver quelqu'un. 'Tu es enfin venue.' Répondit la voix, avec une pointe de joie dans son ton. Elle avala sa salive nerveusement. "Qui- qui est là ?!" bégaya Elize. 'Je suis ce qui te manque.' Répondit calmement la voix. "Hein ?" 'Étant donné que notre moment n'est pas encore venu de ne faire qu'un, puis-je demander pourquoi es-tu ici ?' demanda la voix. "Euh.." dit-elle distraitement. 'Scellons notre lien par un souhait, afin que je puisse t'accepter comme mon maître.' parla la voix avec beaucoup d'enthousiasme. "Est-ce que tu me détestes Elize ?" demanda-t-il en faisant la moue. Elize conserva son visage impassible. Elle n'allait pas tomber dans l'attrape, peu importe à quel point il essayait d'agir de façon mignonne, pensa-t-elle. "Non, je ne le fais pas monsieur. Je ne vous connais même pas." répondit-elle nonchalamment. "Aïe. Ça fait mal." dit-il, saisissant l'endroit au-dessus de son cœur. Elize souffla, levant les yeux au ciel. "As-tu vraiment quelque chose à dire ou devrais-je revenir plus tard ?" demanda-t-elle, croisant les bras au-dessus de sa poitrine. "Reviendras-tu vers moi plus tard, de ton propre gré ?" taquina-t-il, presque à sa portée. "Ce n'est pas ce que je-" Le rire du Kelpie l'interrompit. "Tu es si mignonne quand tu fais ça. Ça me donne envie de te mordre." dit-il en se léchant les lèvres, sa langue humide glissant lentement sur ses lèvres humides, exhibant le processus.

After six years of coma, Mikael opened his eyes and realized that everything changed. The world that he tried to protect changed as he sees Demihumans all around. On top of that, the family that he swears to protect was nonexistent, because all of them lost their interest in him. He was the strongest Hunter once but he reached rock bottom. Join M ikael as he does his best to achieve his position formerly, the Overlord of the Earth. ------------------------ Mikael is a graduating student when a global summoning transported him inside a forest that full of monsters. Inside this place, he will meet people that will help him reach his priority: to return back to Earth and meet his family. ------------------

Power is Truth! The Iron Chancellor Bismarck once said, "The great issues of the day will not be settled by speeches and parliamentary resolutions... but by iron and blood." Military enthusiast Qin Tian has been reborn as the fifth son of Wilhelm II, Prince Oscar. Originally just wanting to live a carefree life, he unexpectedly becomes the heir to this empire. To save his own life, Qin Tian must think of every possible way to ensure Germany wins the war! Qin Tian’s goal: "With the sword of Germany, to gain land for the plow of Germany, to secure daily bread for the people of Germany, and to fight for sunlit land for the Germanic nation!"

# CONSORT # BLACKLOTUS # PHILOSOPHIE Shen Yaowei a été une idiote toute sa vie, et a finalement été conduite à la mort par la personne en qui elle avait le plus confiance. Après sa renaissance, Shen Yaowei n'était plus bête. Elle voulait simplement s'attacher au futur tyran et vivre dans le luxe. Possédant des compétences toutes-puissantes et étant connue comme une fille stupide, Shen Yaowei prétendait être une idiote et partait en tuerie, maltraitant le misérable jusqu'à ce qu'il pleure pour sa maman et son papa. Quiconque l'empêchait de s'attacher au tyran devait mourir. Bientôt, tout le monde découvrit que l'effrayant Prince Li, qui avait toujours été un solitaire, avait changé. Il y avait toujours une petite ombre qui le suivait. "Neuvième Oncle... Je n'ai pas la force de marcher. Je veux que tu me portes..." la petite ombre tendait ses bras vers Son Altesse, l'air pitoyable. "Yaoyao, je suis fort alors je vais te porter !" son frère aîné, chef de l'alliance des arts martiaux, arriva instantanément sur le champ de bataille. "Non, je suis plus fort ! Je vais le faire !" son deuxième frère, un médecin miraculeux, s'avança. Puis son troisième frère, son quatrième frère, son cinquième frère... Tous les grands personnages étaient arrivés, demandant des câlins et de les laisser la porter. "Vous tous, dégagez ! C'est ma chère fille, donc je vais la porter !" Son père, un grand général protégeant le pays, se précipita aussi vite que possible devant Shen Yaowei, seulement pour découvrir que le prince distant, noble et sans égal s'était déjà agenouillé, dos à Shen Yaowei. "Viens, Yaoyao. Je vais te porter."

This is a story for the hopeless romantics who crave more than just love… but destiny, danger, and a touch of the forbidden. At its heart is a striking redhead with piercing blue eyes, a woman caught between two men: the one she thought she lost forever, and the one who now holds her heart. But this is no ordinary love triangle. It is a tale woven with the remnants of ancient races long thought extinct, the Nosferatu, the Lycans, the Elves, and the Dwarves. Beneath the surface of kingdoms and courtship lies a brewing storm of rebellion, bloodshed, and a fight for freedom. In a world where loyalty to one’s people clashes with the desires of the heart, every choice comes at a cost. Cursed with immortality through endless rebirth, she has wandered through lifetimes burdened by memory and loss, searching for a way to break the cycle and finally rest. To protect herself, she keeps her heart locked away… until she meets a kind, gentle man who teaches her how to love again, only for fate to cruelly take him from her. Forced to carry that grief into yet another life, she resigns herself to loneliness. Until she meets him. A man bound by the same curse. A man who understands her. A man who dares to make her believe in love again. But what happens when the past refuses to stay buried? When her first love returns, alive and changed, just as she begins to move on? And what happens when she discovers that her curse is not a curse at all… but the truth of what she really is? As secrets unravel and identities are revealed, she must choose between love and duty, past and present, heart and destiny. And this time, the choice may cost her everything. Content Notes • Contains explicit romantic scenes • Themes of love triangles and emotional conflict (with a touch of reverse harem dynamics) • Includes violence, bloodshed, and death • Set in a medieval-inspired world (yes, soap exists) • Contains mature language ⸻ Excerpt “I’m tired of this existence,” Melissa murmured, her voice barely louder than the dying embers in the hearth. “I don’t want to live forever. I just want it to end… to finally stay dead.” Elric stepped closer, his gaze soft but unyielding. He lifted her chin gently, forcing her to meet his eyes. “And if you leave,” he asked quietly, “who will I spend eternity with?” Melissa pulled away, the cold air rushing to meet her bare skin as she moved toward the window. The night wrapped around her like an old companion, indifferent and endless. “You’ll learn to live without me, Your Majesty,” she said, her tone distant. Behind her, Elric closed the space between them once more, his arms encircling her, warmth against the chill. “Is a life like this not worth it,” he murmured, “if you live it with someone you love?” Melissa’s expression hardened, her eyes reflecting something far older than sorrow. “Love is meaningless without an ending,” she replied. “Even vows are built on it… till death do us part.”