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Qu'est-ce qu'il n'y a pas à aimer dans ma nouvelle vie après avoir migré dans un monde centré sur les Animaux Astraux ? Il y a des créatures puissantes de toutes formes et tailles. Elles peuvent être des compagnons câlins, des aides dans la vie quotidienne, des éclaireurs audacieux ou de forts combattants. Ou tout ça à la fois. Pas mal, hein ? J'ai une famille, mais en réalité, c'est complètement éclipsé par ma sœur cadette. Elle me déteste profondément, et elle s'assure que je le sache. Chaque. Putain. De. Jour. Ai-je mentionné qu'elle est dégoûtamment talentueuse tandis que je ne suis qu'un moins que rien ? Un sacrément beau gosse avec ça. J'ai carte blanche pour diriger l'entreprise familiale par moi-même. Une petite Animalerie pittoresque. Ça aurait pu être génial si ce n'est le fait que le propriétaire précédent de ce corps était né avec ZÉRO affinité pour gérer les Animaux Astraux... Une vraie transmigration ne serait pas complète sans un truc ou un système pour paver ma route vers la grandeur, vous ne pensez pas ? J'en ai un, mais je ne sais pas si je ne serais pas mieux sans... Bienvenue dans le Monde des Animaux Astraux !

“Best Actress Xia, do you have a boyfriend?” “Best Actress Xia, do you know that Director Han wants to court you? Will you say yes to him?” Xia Yishan rubbed between her eyebrows. “No, I don't know anything about that. No comment, thanks.” As the crowd clamored on, a tiny red book fell out of Best Actor Su’s pocket. A nearby reporter picked it up. “Good heavens! It’s the marriage certificate of Su Jingting and Xia Yishan!” Su Jingting went to Xia Yishan and grabbed her round the waist. He said to the reporters who asked the questions earlier, “She doesn't have a boyfriend but a husband. Tell Han Zimo to stop dreaming.” ‘Hey, hey, hey! What happened to keeping our marriage a secret?!’

"Quem tocou em você?" ele perguntou, seus olhos turvos sobre ela e quando ela não respondeu, sua voz trovejou no quarto, "QUEM?" O mordomo que estava perto da parede falou trêmulo, "Senhor, foi o Senhor Reverale," o rosto de Damien se tornou sombrio, sua mandíbula tique-taqueando em fúria ele virou o rosto para o lado onde o mordomo estava atrás. "Traga o homem até aqui." "A-agora?" gaguejou o mordomo. Era hora da noite. Damien, que não havia quebrado o contato visual com a garota à sua frente, empurrou a mão contra a parede a qual agora descansava ao lado da cabeça de sua bela garota. Virando o corpo, ele primeiro olhou para seu mordomo que tinha a cabeça baixa. Com muita coragem, o mordomo encontrou os olhos do seu Mestre, "Você tem algum outro momento melhor? Ou será depois que eu torcer o seu pescoço?" Damien perguntou calmamente inclinando a cabeça. Não um segundo depois, o mordomo correu para fora do quarto e voltou com o Senhor Reverale após vinte minutos. "Damien, vamos ter um chá da tarde atrasado?" o Senhor Reverale veio saudar, mas o mestre da casa tinha outros planos. Avistando a faca que estava cravada na maçã sobre a mesa, ele a alcançou para retirá-la. Justamente quando o Senhor Reverale foi trocar um aperto de mãos com ele, Damien tomou posse de sua mão para colocá-la sobre a mesa. Em um movimento ágil como se estivesse cortando cebolas, ele decepou os quatro dedos do homem de sua mão fazendo-o uivar e gritar de dor. "Ninguém toca no que é meu. Tenho certeza de que isso vai lhe lembrar na próxima vez que pensar em tocá-la," suspirou Damien como se estivesse cansado de dizer às pessoas para manterem suas mãos sujas longe de suas posses. Conheça Damien Quinn, um vampiro de sangue puro que é um completo narcisista, grosseiro com suas palavras e mesquinho apesar de ser rico que pechincha quando comprou um escravo do mercado negro. Por outro lado, conheça Penelope que acredita ser uma 'convidada' por alguns dias na casa dos Quinn enquanto pretende escapar do estranho vampiro que precisa de terapia. ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/K63uVqN

Monster Invasion, Blue Star's rules have changed, leading to a great turmoil in the world. Rules have descended, and human girls awaken with fierce beast templates, transforming into animal-eared girls who can summon fierce beasts alongside contracted boys. There are all sorts of animal-eared girls like Pegasus, Flying Tiger, and White Snake. Fluffy animal-eared girls, delicate animal-eared girls. Xiao Ye awakens the God-level Beast Master System, which allows for unlimited contracting, the ability to detect others' templates, and rapidly enhance the forms of summoned beasts. After being dumped by his girlfriend, Xie Mengxuan, an SSS-class Nine-tailed Fox template school beauty, immediately proposes: Be my boyfriend. Xiao Ye is stunned, as he considered her a bro, yet she wants to be his wife! Cheng Bingxi smiles sweetly: Take advantage of the overly shy deskmate and coax him into being a husband! There's also the Nine-tailed Fox demon school beauty, Five-clawed Golden Dragon bearing girl, Soaring Kunpeng queen, and the Divine Beast Qilin empress. Xiao Ye, looking at a nest full of SSS-tier animal-eared girls, expresses: Bring on more!

Daisy Zane was the illegitimate daughter of the Miles family? She grew up in the countryside and never went to school? The Miles family even publicly declared that they would never acknowledge her? ... When Daisy Zane's true identity was exposed, the Miles family immediately prepared a banquet to welcome her back into the family. But Daisy Zane directly refused, saying, “Are you even worthy, Miles family?” ... Surprisingly, the third young master of the Imperial Capital fell in love with a wild girl who had never received an education. It was said that he doted on her, and she was the most precious thing to him. While the whole Imperial Capital was shocked, Lord Clark proudly said, “My wife is extraordinary.” ... Kevin Clark never believed in love at first sight until he met Daisy Zane... In the north, there was a beauty who captivated the country and the city with her devastating beauty... ** Daisy Zane loved wearing dresses, and later on... all of Kevin Clark's shirt buttons matched the colors of her dresses.

O Presidente Forrest criou Zinnia Lawrence, atendendo a todas as suas necessidades. Zinnia acreditava que aquilo era amor. Foram necessários dois anos de casamento para ela perceber que era apenas o animal de estimação mais bem cuidado dele, enquanto ela o via como seu mundo inteiro. Seu primeiro amor retornou, e Zinnia resolutamente pediu o divórcio. Ele zombou: "Um gato treinado desde pequeno pode deixar seu dono? Você não pode fugir." Zinnia fugiu e nunca olhou para trás, recebendo propostas diariamente em seu caminho para a beleza. Jenson Forrest enlouqueceu. "Sra. Forrest! Seja boa, olhe para mim mais uma vez." Ele a encurralou, seus olhos escuros cheios de afeto intenso. Ela sorriu suavemente: "Pessoas e cães seguem caminhos diferentes. Afaste-se, não bloqueie meus romances." O homem segurou sua cintura, com os olhos avermelhados nos cantos: "Pelos próximos 365 dias, reservei o lugar de proposta. Zinnia, case-se comigo novamente!"

TEMAS MADUROS: Escravidão ...elementos TW Depois de sua família ser brutalmente assassinada na sua frente pelo Rei dos Vampiros, Zyren Blackthorn, por serem caçadores, Aria fica destruída e devastada, desesperada pela morte. Seu mundo é despedaçado quando Zyren, em vez de matá-la, a reivindica como seu animal de estimação, arrastando-a para longe de sua aldeia até o coração da cidade central. Como uma escrava humana, ela é forçada a suportar seus desejos sádicos. Toda noite, ele a lembra de sua impotência, mas sob sua crueldade reside uma obsessão que queima com intensidade. Apesar de seu ódio e desejo de vingança, o corpo de Aria a trai, e ela se encontra presa entre um desejo sombrio e sua necessidade desesperada de vingança. Excerto: A respiração de Aria falhou enquanto os dedos de Zyren traçavam a linha de sua mandíbula, seu toque mais frio que gelo, mas queimando sua pele com a promessa de mais. Ela deveria resistir, deveria lutar, mas seu corpo a traiu—tremendo, desejando o prazer que ela sabia que ele poderia dar. "Você pensou que eu a mataria," Zyren murmurou, sua voz um ronronar sombrio. "Mas em vez disso, você pertencerá a mim. Cada parte de você será minha." Seus lábios se abriram para falar, mas as palavras ficaram presas em sua garganta. A memória do sangue de sua família manchando suas mãos fez seu estômago revirar enquanto ela o encarava com ódio. "Diga-me," ele rosnou, suas mãos movendo-se mais para baixo, pressionando contra a suavidade de sua pele, "você ainda deseja morrer?" Ela cerrou os punhos, lágrimas ameaçando cair, mas seu corpo tremia sob o toque dele. "Não desejo nada além de estar livre de você," ela cuspiu, mas mesmo quando as palavras saíram de seus lábios, ela sentiu a fome dentro de si—uma fome que ela odiava mas não podia negar enquanto olhava fixamente para os olhos vermelhos dele. Uma necessidade de SE APRESENTAR para ele e tê-lo montá-la... corpo e alma.

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"

In a modern city, Shen Xin, who has loved animals since childhood, unexpectedly gains the ability to befriend animals, thus embarking on the path of a super detective. Stray cats, homeless dogs, sharp-tongued parrots, and pandas yearning for freedom, all become his best helpers in revealing the truth. Inside the interrogation room. Shen Xin: You're the murderer! Murderer: Says who? Shen Xin: Your dog. Murderer: ...

This story depicts the journey of Matthew, a very grassroot level reborn person who explores his journey as an actor in Hollywood by using wit, schemes, courage and hardwork..