kawaki wo ameku osu

Nachdem er sein Leben für jemanden geopfert hat, der es nicht verdient, jemanden, der bei seinem Tod nicht einmal eine einzige Träne vergossen hat, findet er sich nun in der Zeit zurückversetzt. Nur... Leere. Das war alles, was sie ihm als Antwort gab. Die Person, die er einst um Liebe angebettelt hatte, wies ihn immer wieder zurück. Jetzt ist er wieder achtzehn. Wenn er ihr Gesicht betrachtet, will ein Teil von ihm es noch einmal versuchen. Sich wieder zu verlieben. Wieder zu hoffen. Aber nein... Er erinnert sich zu lebhaft an den Schmerz. Manche Gefühle ändern sich nie, aber manchmal muss man sie hinter sich lassen. Immerhin sollte ein Leben für solchen Herzschmerz genügen. Er hat ein Versprechen abgegeben: sie nie wieder zu lieben. Dieses Leben ist seine zweite Chance. Eine Chance, für sich selbst zu leben. Aber wer hätte gedacht... er war nicht der Einzige, der zurückgekehrt ist? Der ultimative Fluch des schwarzen Herzens ist gebrochen, die Zeit hat sich umgekehrt. Avey: "Lucy... können wir.." Tränen schimmern in seinen Augen. Lucy: Sie starrt ihn ausdruckslos an, ihr Gesichtsausdruck unlesbar. Avey: "Kannst du mir nicht wenigstens eine Chance geben?" Lucian: Beobachtet sie schweigend, seine Gedanken ein Sturm hinter ruhigen Augen. Und was ist mit den anderen, die ihm ebenfalls wehgetan haben - seine Mutter, seine Schwester, sein sogenannter Freund, und natürlich... sie? Wird er die Liebe aufgeben, um Frieden zu finden? Oder wird die Angst vor Schmerz ihn davon abhalten, es je wieder zu versuchen?

One day, in a certain private school with dormitories, the whole school was transported into another world. I, Kaya Kazuhisa, from the 1st Grade of the High School Section, had been bullied for long periods of time. To kill the culprit who had bullied me, I dug a trap, but unexpectedly I killed a monster. From that moment, I evolved into a rare existence that can go against the monsters. At the same day, I saved a girl from Middle School Section 3rd Grade, Shimozono Arisu in the forest from an Orc. When I was working with Arisu to defeat the Orcs, and gradually leveled up, I was forced to make a choice: Should I choose the Summon Magic which is suitable for surviving alone? Or should I choose Support Magic which is used when battling together with others? Yg penting Hobi Varien Held Mahesa

कुछ रिश्ते पूरे होकर भी अधूरे रह जाते हैं। वो एक-दूसरे से बेइंतहा प्यार करते थे, लेकिन किस्मत ने उन्हें सिर्फ समझौता करना सिखाया। ये कहानी है उस पहली मुलाक़ात की, जो आख़िरी बन गई…”

Sano Yuji, karyawan perusahaan, dipanggil ke dunia lain saat menyelesaikan pekerjaannya di rumah. Profesinya di dunia lain, Monster Tamer, dianggap sebagai pekerjaan yang membuatnya sulit untuk menjadi seorang petualang. Namun, berkat beberapa slime yang dia temui, yang membaca beberapa buku sihir, dia mendapatkan kekuatan magis

Hi, my name is Alexander Mortimer Tye. Though pretty much everyone just calls me Alex. My entire life has been unlucky, nothing has ever gone my way except for two things. My best friend Rebecca and the magic lamp before me now. I never get this lucky. Let's fix that. My last wish was to be able to go to another world because his one sucks. This is the stories of my adventures their... (Hope You Enjoy my latest Smut. This is on Scribble and Webnovel. Chapters Daily)

Support Author : 坊木椎哉 TL & Source : SID TRANSLATION CSNOVEL 100 View Volume 2

Abandoned under a shimmering canopy of cherry blossoms, Meiri was raised in the fragrant sanctuary of a flower shop. To the world, she is a silent beauty-as delicate and quiet as the jasmine she was named after. But inside, Meiri is a prisoner of her own mind. Haunted by a past she cannot remember and phobias she cannot escape, she lives in the shadows, terrified of her own reflection and the touch of others. One boy. A canvas of colors. A heart that knows how to wait. When a young artist enters her shop, he doesn't ask for her voice. He sees the masterpiece hidden behind her silence. Through sketches and secret letters, he begins to bridge the gap between his vibrant world and her quiet one.As friendship turns into a deep, aching love, Meiri faces her greatest challenge: believing she is worthy of his light. In a world where everything moves too fast, they must learn that the best things take time to bloom. Her last wish? To find the courage to say three simple words, "Some destinies aren't found in a rush; they are grown in the silence of waiting."

Mein Adoptivbruder und zukünftiger Gefährte, der Hauptkrieger Tristan Thorne, gewann den jährlichen Jagdwettbewerb, um sich das Recht zu verdienen, mich zu heiraten. Kurz vor unserer Bindungszeremonie wurde er entsandt, um unsere Erbfeinde, den Fuchsdämonenstamm, zu vernichten. Als die schärfste Klaue des Wolfsrudels führte er die Krieger in den Krieg. Bevor er ging, knabberte er an meinem Ohrläppchen, während sein warmer Atem über meinen Nacken strich. „Warte auf mich, Cassia. Wenn ich zurückkehre, werde ich mir unsere Bindungsrune vor dem gesamten Silbermond-Rudel über mein Herz tätowieren lassen.“ Wegen dieses Versprechens kümmerte ich mich um seine Angelegenheiten und wartete drei ganze Jahre lang. Die anderen Frauen im Rudel verspotteten meine Naivität, überzeugt davon, dass Tristan schon vor langer Zeit in der Wildnis gestorben war. Ich habe ihnen nie geglaubt. Nicht, bis er triumphierend zurückkehrte, sein halber Körper in blutgetränkte Leinen gewickelt, zwei Klauenspuren an seinem rechten Arm so tief, dass sie den Knochen freilegten. Er sah mich nicht an. Er schritt direkt auf meinen Vater, Alpha Marcus, zu und kniete vor ihm nieder. „Alpha, ich habe den Fuchsdämonenstamm vernichtet. Ich möchte all meine Kriegsverdienste gegen deine Erlaubnis eintauschen, mich mit der Überlebenden des Fuchsdämonenstammes, Serena Croft, zu binden!“ „Sie hat jeden verloren. Jetzt bin ich alles, was sie noch hat!“ Eine Fuchsdämonin drängte sich aus der Menge und umklammerte schüchtern ihr Kleid. Ihre runden Augen schnellten zu mir, bevor sich ihre Hände schützend auf ihren leicht gewölbten Bauch legten. Der Blick meines Vaters schoss zu mir, und die Blicke des gesamten Rudels durchbohrten mich wie Pfeile. Ich weinte nicht. Ich machte keine Szene. Ich drehte mich einfach um und nahm den Ehevertrag vom Wolfskönig der Karminberge, Lycus Blackwood, an – einem Mann, von dem es hieß, er sei so blutrünstig und grausam, dass sein Gesicht von einer schrecklichen Narbe zweigeteilt wurde. Bei meiner Bindungszeremonie umklammerte Tristan einen silberbeschichteten Dolch, seine Augen rot, als er niederkniete und mich anflehte: „Ich will lieber, dass du mich tötest, als dich mit einem anderen Mann zu binden!“

She was feisty and carefree. Everyone called her the 'Commoner.' They laughed at her foolish but lovable acts. Her goal was to live her life to the fullest. She always speak her mind out. She's a huge troublemaker. Her face always held a sweet smile and she deeply cared for her loved ones. ...Until she met him and she couldn't take her eyes off of him anymore. Her goal in life suddenly changed -- to spend the rest of her life showing him the act of true love. But, being with him could mean death to her. Could she still keep on loving him forever? He was cold and dangerous. Everyone called him the 'Cursed One.' They looked at him with dread in their eyes. It was said that his hands were soaked in blood and he always leave countless corpses in his tracks. Everything about him was a perfect recipe for eternal damnation. His face was void of any emotions and he's incapable of falling in love. ...Until she came and his life changed forever. She's the only person who could see behind his facade. She was his everything. His only salvation. But, how could he keep on loving her, if his blood and the poison in his body would eventually kill her? *Snippet* "Sirius, I choose you!" Heaven said with so much bravado. "Huh? How shameless of you to pick him out of so many seniors to join the competition? Do you want to die?" "Tch! Why not? We are really close now, you know!" she said childishly. "You're the only one who thinks that way, master. Please tell the truth. You just want to take advantage of him, right?" "Of course it's true!" She admitted shamelessly. "Everyone, including him, knows that I would like to take advantage of him." She continued with hungry eyes and drool on her lips. Her hands even moved like it were massaging something. "I will take this chance to have my way on that delectable body. Bwahaha!" "..." "..." "..." Everyone was left speechless by her shamelessness. Then, the ear defeaning silence was suddenly broken by a sultry voice. "Mn. I accept."

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!