lois vogel sharp

Au nord lointain du continent d'Atherno, dans un village inconnu, Kyrian est né simple mortel. Faible, insignifiant, et destiné à l'oubli. Mais il était tout sauf ordinaire. En ouvrant les yeux pour la première fois, ils révélèrent des yeux d'un blanc absolu sans pupilles ni iris... et avec eux, un talent inné inexplicable. La capacité de voir ce que personne d'autre ne pouvait voir. Ses yeux ne se contentaient pas de voir les particules d'énergie spirituelle, ils pouvaient les voler. Et plus encore. Que ce soit des intentions, des lois, des concepts... tout ce qui se trouvait devant sa vision pouvait être pris par ses yeux. Lorsqu'il a volé sa première Intention d'Épée, ses yeux se sont éveillés à la voie de la lame. Après avoir pris l'Intention de Glace, une autre paire oculaire est née. Avec chaque nouvelle intention volée, ses yeux changeaient, et de nouveaux apparaissaient. Kyrian ne les cache pas du monde, non, suivant les dernières volontés de sa mère. Il utilise son don sans peur, avec un seul objectif. Devenir fort par tous les moyens. (C'est ma première histoire, donc ne vous attendez à rien d'extraordinaire. J'écris simplement ce que je pense être intéressant et facile à lire. L'anglais n'est pas ma langue maternelle, donc s'il y a des erreurs, veuillez me le faire savoir pour que je puisse les corriger. Sinon, bonne lecture)

He’s her assistant. Loyal. Obedient. Untouchable. Victoria Sharp built her tech empire from scratch. She's rich, ruthless, and always in control. No scandals, no distractions, especially not from a certain devastatingly attractive executive assistant with bewitching eyes and a voice that could ruin her in seconds. James Mitchell has worked under Victoria for three years, hiding his desire behind professionalism and perfect ties. He knows the rules. He respects her boundaries. But when she starts breaking her own, James isn’t sure how long he can keep pretending he doesn’t want her. What begins as subtle tension, lingering stares, coffee with hidden meanings, after-hours “accidental” meetings, spirals into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous. She’s used to power. He’s used to silence. But neither of them is ready for obsession. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "If you want these lips, then earn them." James's words hung in the air between them, transforming the atmosphere in Victoria's office from tense confrontation to something entirely unprecedented. Victoria sat frozen in her chair, her lips still parted in silent shock, her mind struggling to process what had just transpired. Earn them. The phrase echoed in her thoughts, foreign and disorienting. "If you want to keep tasting these lips, then you'll have to woo me." The additional statement landed like a second shockwave. Woo him? Victoria Sharp didn't woo anyone. ------------- "Victoria, what are you…" James words died in his throat as he felt the warm, wet heat of her tongue against his exposed chest. Victoria had found the gap in his shirt and was licking his skin with deliberate, erotic slowness that made his entire body go rigid with shock and arousal. The sensation was unlike anything James had ever experienced, raw and intimate and so unexpected that it short-circuited his ability to think coherently. Victoria's tongue was warm and soft against his skin, tracing patterns that sent bolts of electricity straight to his core. This was madness, she knew that. But she was past caring about sanity or propriety or any of the rules that had governed her life up until this moment. All she cared about was the man in her arms and the way he made her feel like she was coming alive for the first time in years. Her tongue found the small mole on under his right eye, and she felt James's entire body shudder at the contact. "I love that mole on you," she whispered against his skin, her voice husky with desire. James's eyes slammed shut at the intimate contact, his body betraying him as a soft groan escaped his lips. The sensation of Victoria's tongue on his face was so unexpected, so boldly sensual, that his pulse hammering against his throat. "I will do as you say, James," she said, her voice husky with desire and determination. "I will woo you." The words sent a jolt of satisfaction through James's system, but it was her next statement that made his breath catch. "However, you should know that I am very territorial." "You just sit down, look effortlessly handsome, and prepare to be wooed," she said, her voice carrying all the authority of a woman who was used to getting exactly what she wanted. "Remember, James," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow managed to carry more authority than any shout ever could. "You are mine." The declaration hung between them like a brand, marking him as surely as if she'd physically claimed him. Enemies-to-lovers tension CEO x Executive Assistant Office slow-burn with high heat Obsession, betrayal, and emotional redemption One woman who’s never been owned and the man she can’t control If you love dominant heroines breaking their own rules, devoted but strong men, and drama that keeps you breathless, then be ready to be will consumed.

Villains roam the world without any retribution. Demonic sects wage war against the Orthodox and emerge victorious. Neutral tribes stand by and do not help the worthy – they only look to profit from others’ misfortune. Meanwhile, fresh dangers brew beneath the turbulent waves... Might is right in the world of cultivators, and evil often goes unchecked. Isaac Dahl is born in the barren and chaotic lands of Northern Tundra. He shows promise, yet his sect holds no hope for him. ‘He might be an intelligent child, but his talent is mediocre. Bah... what can he amount to?’ Without resources or help; without kindness nor assistance from others, there is only oneself. Human relationships? Love? Kinship? I only see benefits, as others are unreliable. I can only believe in myself. This is the truth that Isaac realises. This is the truth that his sect – which proclaims itself as a Blood Path Sect – fails to notice. They are naïve. His heart is cold and his gaze is determined, but Isaac’s path forwards will not be an easy one. It will be filled with obstacles, danger and disaster. Will Isaac clamber over the bodies of those who stand in his way? Or will they drag him down with them?

KISS OF THE VAMPIRE: THE GIRL WITH THE SHARP SWORD They said he would be a savior. No one said he’d bury them all first. For centuries, the vampire nobility ruled with crimson claws and ancient blood rites, their power etched into every corner of the world. Humans were livestock. Rebellion? A forgotten dream. Then came Deyviel—the lone survivor of a massacre, wielding a blade sharper than truth itself. He's no chosen one. No prophecy shields him. Just rage, scars, and the will to fight monsters that once ruled him. With each swing of his sword, Deyviel cuts deeper into the world’s dark history—unearthing secrets meant to stay buried, and facing enemies who’ve lived long enough to become legends. But even as he fights to end an empire of blood, the line between hero and executioner starts to blur. And when the girl with the sharp sword reappears—her past tied to his own—Deyviel realizes that the real war isn’t just against vampires… It’s against fate itself.

The Queen of Chaos Sharp tongue. Bad manners. Unlimited power. Aurelia Vayne was a commoner, a nobody, a village girl with a talent for attracting trouble. When she is falsely accused and sentenced to death, Aurelia believes her life is over. Then an imperial decree arrives. Instead of execution, she is chosen to become the bride of King Malrik Dravenhart, the ruthless King of Dangers whose name alone terrifies kingdoms. To everyone else, it is a miracle. To Aurelia, it is simply a slower way to die. The royal palace is a battlefield disguised as luxury,Nobles look down on her, Enemies lurk behind polite smiles. And Lady Rehanna Valemont, the woman who expected to become queen, is determined to make Aurelia's life miserable. But Aurelia refuses to be intimidated by nobles, assassins, or even her cold-hearted husband. What begins as a political marriage soon becomes a dangerous game of secrets, power, and forbidden attraction. As mysteries surrounding Aurelia's birth begin to surface, she discovers that a hidden power sleeping within her may be capable of changing the fate of the entire continent. Now Aurelia must decide whether to remain the commoner the world believes her to be, or embrace the destiny that awaits her. After all, crowns can be stolen. Kingdoms can fall. And chaos always finds a way.

Old work taken over by cheese. Work featuring(will add more in time): A poor boy A.K.A. MC A sus god A.K.A. ??? Shoddy parents A.K.A. Fools _____________ Solis grinned, teeth in all, their wrinkles gathering around the corners of their mouth. The devil hand appeared in the shape of a star. “Become someone that deserves love and affection.” Evil drips like candy, in the shape of beautiful feathers. The boy falls into the trap for fools. Was he weak? Or did the world wring him dry? Still, it didn’t matter. He was caught, like gold to nine hands. “And I can help you do that.” A devious smile.

Follow the galaxy's hottest bachelor and youngest appointed Crime Lord of the various families ruling over the largest gambling den and crime destination across all-star systems across the Milky-way "Las Paraíso" By day he runs face as the Chairman of the Moonshot Casino and, during the night he is managing a failing union between the five families all because of his new progressive policies on The Strip. As he goes on a few ghosts from his past to haunt him and throw him off track to help the opposing families sabotage and overthrow him.

Shen Yueling once believed love could survive in the imperial palace. As the cherished daughter of the mighty Shen General and the only sister to five powerful brothers, she was raised in warmth and protection. But the moment she entered the palace, that warmth became her greatest weapon. In her previous life, she trusted the wrong people. She watched her family being accused of treason. She watched her father and brothers die one by one. And she watched the Emperor—the man she once loved—remain silent as everything she held dear was reduced to ashes. Her loyalty was rewarded with betrayal. Her kindness was answered with death. When Shen Yueling opens her eyes again, she is twenty years old once more, standing one day before the Imperial Selection. Before the schemes. Before the betrayals. Before the destruction of the Shen family. This time, she remembers everything. And this time, she refuses to be anyone's victim. Armed with the knowledge of her past life, a sharp tongue, and a heart hardened by loss, Shen Yueling enters the palace once more. What awaits the harem is no longer an innocent noble daughter, but a woman who knows every smile can hide a knife and every act of kindness can conceal a trap. As she rises from a newly selected beauty to the Emperor's most favored Noble Consort, old enemies begin to discover that the prey they once hunted has become the hunter. Yet revenge is only the beginning. While the Emperor loses himself in her beauty, Shen Yueling quietly reshapes the future of the empire. Alliances crumble, secrets surface, and a forgotten prince slowly emerges from the shadows. By the time the truth is revealed, it will already be too late. For Shen Yueling did not return to reclaim lost love. She returned to reclaim a debt. And this empire owes her blood.

Normal. That was me, and my everyday boring life that I loved. That I felt no need to question, or ponder. I loved my life, just as it was. But as we all know, sometimes things just aren't meant to be. I wasn't meant to be normal, unnoticeable, and most of all boring. I was meant to be everything but boring.

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!