Mère Porteuse

As they entered the grand foyer, Sonia felt overwhelmed by the opulence surrounding her. Crystal chandeliers hung from high ceilings, and priceless artwork adorned the walls. It was a far cry from the life she had known. Once they were alone in one of the spacious rooms, Tyler turned to Sonia. With gentle hands, he reached for her veil. "May I?" he asked softly. Sonia hesitated, her heart racing. After a moment, she nodded, closing her eyes as the veil fell away. "You're beautiful, Sonia," Tyler said, his voice filled with sincerity. Sonia's eyes flew open in surprise. "How can you say that? My face... it's..." "a part of who you are?," Tyler finished the sentence for her. "And you are beautiful." He paused, his expression growing serious. "Now, we need to take care of those injuries from earlier." "What do you mean?" Sonia asked....

"What the fuck! Who are you?! You're the one standing at the end of the street, right? Who are you!!" "Howl." The man named Bast Howl was a guardian deity sent to protect animals on earth. Anna is a detective who investigates an unnatural death case. But in the midst of her investigation, Anna is attacked by a mysterious human figure, causing Anna to be injured. Anna is attacked by a mysterious human figure, causing Anna to get hurt. Suddenly another mysterious man came just before a sharp knife pierced his heart. Howl was sent to find out the traitor who fled to earth and echoed into a human figure who killed many humans and animals on earth. Howl and Anna share the same mission, until they decide to work together. But when the two live together, feelings of love arise between each other. This absurd love story makes them unable to be honest about their feelings. Can they solve that mysterious case? Can they be together?

Identity is all in a global city that never sleeps, never forgets. Your name is what makes the difference on who you can access or the value you have and what awaits you. However, there is a man who is not connected to the system. No records. No history. No name. He grew up in the shadows of an ultra-controllable metropolis, managing to survive on his instincts, intellect, and secrets he does not even comprehend completely. Once a perfect machine of the city starts to fail, due to his inexplicable presence, strong institutions begin to pursue him not to kill him but to define him. As he continues digging he finds out buried a fact that the system was not meant to safeguard people. It was designed to erase them. And he might be the only fault it is impotent to amend. Stuck between underworld connections, high-end enforcers, and an enigma that surrounds his creation, he has to choose whether to vanish forever... or to shred the illusion of the city. Since the system will never name you again, you are either nothing or you're dangerous.

I’m Gareth Wells, which simply means Gentle Spring. I died in my first life full of regrets, pain, sadness, and sorrows, but now I’ll not be the gentle spring but the storm that will take everyone who looked down, insulted, and made my hellish life bow down to me.

"I want to end this relationship for good," Megan said coldly.  Charlie's heart sank. "Why?" He stammered to ask, trying to disbelieve what he had just heard.  "You want to know why?" Megan glared at him. "That's because you're a trash picker! My bright future can't shine with someone like you. So from now on, don't trouble me!"  Despite everything Charlie had done for her, Megan felt that they weren't enough. She wanted more, but Charlie couldn't meet her high expectations.  So she walked out of their three-year relationship to be with the rich, campus guy, calling Charlie a thorn in her flesh. But then.... Something happened.  A mysterious call.  Charlie's life changed. He's no longer the trash picker everyone knew on the campus. He now dines in the palace with dignitaries. To you, what do you think will be his next move? Revenge or what?  Read to find out. 

"To reclaim my throne, I traded my soul for a System." Zoravar had everything—a beautiful family and a peaceful life. But in one night of fire and blood, it was all ripped away. His best friend, Vikram, didn’t just betray him; he burned Zoravar alive, sold his sister to the underworld, and left his mother to rot. Left for dead in a dumpster, a charred husk of a man, Zoravar hears a cold, mechanical chime that defies the laws of nature. [Ding! Soul integration complete. The 'Silver Sinner' System is online.] The System offered him a second chance, but it wasn't a gift—it was a contract. For every drop of blood he sheds in revenge, the System claims a piece of his humanity. Now, a man made of steel and cold logic walks the streets of the city. He has no mercy. He has no fear. He only has a list of names. Yesterday, he was a victim. Today, he is the Judge, the Jury, and the Executioner. "Vikram, I’m not coming for an apology. I’m coming for everything you ever loved."

Lee Sung is an orphan without a home or family, at the age of 5 he learned to kill and steal and grew up in a slum where aggression is common. But since that day it's not the same. Author : hey, i'm Celina i write this story because i love reading and write, this my third story so please help so this become decent. Thanks for Reading <3

"Ma, Samson promises. Samson is going to repent; I won’t be a thug anymore. I'm going to find a real, honest job. So please, Ma, don't come back to haunt me, okay?" Samson knelt, tears streaming down his face, though his expression still looked like someone ready to pick a fight with the Angel of Death. Bejo held out an umbrella. "Boss, it’s almost sunset. We need to go collect the 'protection money' from the cafe owner," he said. "Hey, Bejo! I just promised Ma that I’ve repented. You little devil! Do you want my mother to rise from her grave because of what you just said, huh?!" Samson stood up. His towering height, nearly two meters, made Bejo instinctively jump back three steps. "But Boss, our stomachs aren't exactly followers of the repentance movement," Bejo squeaked, trembling. Samson wiped his fierce face. "From this second on, call me Samson the Protector. I’m going to find honest work. Anything! As long as I'm not shaking people down anymore." A wealthy woman looked Samson up and down, scrutinizing him. "Your body is quite large. It just so happens I need a new guard dog. I just fired the old one because he was afraid of cockroaches." Samson was ready to explode. "Hey, lady! You think I—" "Fifty million a month. Meals are provided, and you get an Italian suit for a uniform. Interested?" the woman interrupted, handing him a gold-plated business card. Samson fell silent. He then whispered under his breath, "Ma, this is honest work, right? Just being a guard dog for a billionaire."

{~I am dominant with my fantasy power entry~} In a world where strength rules, Cain Ashford is just another background character, or so he believes. Enrolled in a prestigious academy for warriors and mages, he spends his days playing the role of a low-key side character while secretly fantasizing about running a shadowy faction… just for fun But unbeknownst to him, his every word shapes reality. He is the reincarnation of the Abyssal Tyrant, a legendary overlord feared across history. His former subordinates, now elite students, teachers, and operatives, have recognized him, and they’re determined to help him reclaim his throne. Meanwhile, an enemy from his past lurks within the academy, manipulating events to erase him before he regains his power. As Cain unknowingly outmanoeuvres his foes, his legend begins to rise once more. Will he ever realize the truth, or will he continue playing the greatest role of his life while unknowingly reclaiming his destiny?

BLURB. "You are Elvis, my son-in-law-to-be. You fainted on your wedding day to my daughter, but now that you're awake, you shall marry my daughter today." Elvis stared at Jordan Moore, not having any memory whatsoever of what the man was talking about. Though something was for sure, he felt no strange feeling about the man, so perhaps, he was telling the truth. So, he married the girl in rags. But now, after a little while, Elvis, even with no memory whatsoever, knew who he was, "I am Vince Klein plus one, I rule the world and my in-law must taste my wrath!" Elvis knew who he was... How was he able to know about it? Will he deal with his father-in-law and leave his wife? Will Elvis survive it as he was just so young? Was he ready for some damage and psychological stress? How could he claim a high position without a memory? What even led to his amnesia? Find it all out now!!!