Ne Zha Grown Up

Après une fausse couche, je suis sortie seule de la chambre et me suis dirigée vers le bureau du médecin où Serge se trouvait. Alors que je levais la main pour frapper à la porte, j'ai entendu leur conversation. Serge : « Enlevez l'utérus de ma femme, je ne veux pas qu'elle me donne un autre enfant. » Il a saisi la femme à ses côtés et l'a conduite devant le médecin, la main caressant son ventre : « Mais l'enfant qu'elle porte, il faut absolument le préserver, c'est mon seul héritier. » Cette femme, je la connaissais bien, c'était Jessica Picard, la secrétaire de Serge depuis trois ans. Il a répété avec sérieux et anxiété ses instructions au médecin : « Utilisez les meilleurs médicaments ! Je ne tolérerai aucun accident ! » J'ai replié ma main, et tout mon corps s'est figé, comme plongé dans un abîme glacé. Je ne m'attendais pas à ce que l'homme que j'avais aimé, après avoir perdu notre enfant, prenne une décision aussi cruelle. Je ne pensais pas que ma confiance en lui se transformerait en une lame acérée, qui me poignarderait le cœur... Si l'amour a une autre forme, c'est probablement celle de laisser partir, pour lui permettre d'être heureux.

I stopped fighting. The moment I came back, I stepped out of the family spotlight on purpose— no arguments, no expectations, no awkward “let’s bond” moments. And somehow… that’s when my parents lost their minds. They made my little sister the heir? I congratulated them and filed my transfer to the Vegas branch the same afternoon. They threw her a massive coming-of-age gala? I smiled, booked a flight, and left before the invitations were printed. They bought her a limited-edition luxury car? I claimed my “old wrist injury” made driving impossible and insisted she take it. I thought they’d be relieved. I thought they’d finally get their perfect family without me messing up the picture. But instead—my cold, distant parents started calling nonstop. Showing up at my door. Pleading with me to come home. Asking what they did wrong. Why now? Why only when I stopped trying? Because in my last life, I spent decades clawing for their love— only to die bitter, resented, and humiliated. Even my grown son told me I was embarrassing. This time, I came back different. I refused to fight for a place in their world again. I refused to compete with my sister. I refused to beg. But the moment I stepped away… the entire family empire began to crack. And now they’re terrified. Not because I left— but because they finally realized what they lost.

Taehyung et tzuyu sont deux adolescents qui tombent amoureux l'un de l'autre mais tzuyu ne peut pas l'accepter car elle est maudite qu'arrivera-t-il ?

Having grown up together, Selena Campbell and Frederick Lancaster were childhood sweethearts known as the perfect golden couple. To support him, she planned every step with painstaking care and calculated each move to perfection. She eliminated every obstacle in his path and paved the way for him to become the only Warbringer in Aurensia. Selena thought their love would eventually lead to marriage. But one day, a plain-looking young woman suddenly walked into Frederick’s life. At first, he said, "A mountain girl like her? She's beneath you, hardly even worth a second glance." Later, he said, "She's simple-minded and naive. Don't bother with her, Lena." But Selena slowly came to realise that the way Frederick looked at her was growing colder by the day. And when he looked at that young woman, there was a spark in his eyes—like he'd come alive again, full of the passion and recklessness of youth. One day, Frederick turned to her with a weary look and said, "Selena, how's our picture-perfect life treating you? Because honestly... I think I'm getting a little tired of it." That very night, Selena tore up the betrothal contract and left without a backward glance. "You won't survive without me!" Frederick roared furiously. But Selena smiled softly. "No. You're nothing without me, Your Highness."

After being reborn, I insisted on changing my arranged marriage partner from Connor Gregory to his younger uncle. My mother was shocked. She kept insisting that Connor’s younger uncle’s standards were far too high for him to ever take an interest in me. Besides, Connor and I had grown up together. I had always declared I would marry no one but him—so how could I suddenly choose someone else instead? What my mother didn’t know was that I had already died once. In my previous life, Connor did marry me, but we were only husband and wife in name. Three years into our marriage, I found out he had long since legally married my foster sister behind my back. When I confronted him, his response was: “You’re only fit to be a prop in this alliance. Rachel is my real wife.” So, in this life, I will never make the same mistake again.

“It's been three years, Elena. Now it's time to end this farce.” Elena Jones had loved Ronan Simpson with all her heart, but when that woman returned, everything changed. Despite all her efforts to keep their marriage intact, she couldn’t earn his love. With little time left, her heart had grown cold, all she wanted was to survive long enough... to give birth to her child.

Le jour de mariage, l'amie d'enfance de mon fiancé arrive à la cérémonie en portant la même robe de mariée que moi. Ils accueillent les invités ensemble. Je souris en les regardant, ils sont vraiment faits l'un pour l'autre. Elle part de la cérémonie, furieuse. Mon fiancé m'accuse publiquement d'être jalouse compulsive. À la fin de la cérémonie, il part avec son amie d'enfance à la lune de miel qu'on avait réservée ensemble. Je ne pleure pas, je ne me plains pas. J'appelle simplement mon avocat.

Se réveiller un matin dans un lit étranger, dans une maison étrangère entourée de personnes que vous ne connaissez pas c'est très déstabilisant. Le pire c'est quand vous vous rendez compte que vous êtes censée connaître l'un d'eux et que vous réalisez que vous ne vous souvenez de rien du tout. Vous vous sentez perdu, pris au piège de votre propre esprit. C'est le moment parfait pour recommencer du début. Mais le passé n'est jamais loin et nos démons finissent toujours par nous retrouver...

Été 2010, dans un bois proche de Besançon, une joggeuse disparaît. Elle ne sera jamais retrouvée et, étrangement, l’affaire sera vite classée.2018, à proximité de Toulouse, une danseuse de cirque est retrouvée morte.Pour le jeune capitaine Damien Sergent et ses coéquipiers, cette affaire a toutes les apparences d’un suicide... jusqu’à ce que certains éléments les conduisent à Besançon.Sur place, certaines personnes ont tout intérêt à ce que le passé ne soit pas déterré...Entre manipulation, influence et souvenirs douloureux, l’équipe de Damien Sergentévolue désormais en terrain hostile.

A hell-recycle world within the modern world, designed for death or near-death individuals. With the greenhouse effect resulting in instability in hell, access to hell becomes restricted, and the game keeps the new souls busy while offering them a second chance to return to their lives before death, depending on their performance. A six-digit cash prize is awarded to the winning participants, with rewards ranging from reversed choices and time manipulation to wealth and more. The 100 Doors Challenge System was designed purposely for this world, to keep the growing audience (already existing souls) entertained. Chosen participants must die beautifully at each door. The fancier and more tragic the death, the higher the views. The story alternates between real-world broadcast control rooms, digital death arenas, and fragmented dreamlike worlds designed from Author Willa’s traumas, fears, and regrets and those of the participating ghosts. 100 Doors: Die Fabulously for the Audience. This story contains graphic adult themes, including explicit sexual content, psychological tension, dark humour, trauma, and scenes of coercion and moral ambiguity. It explores mature, disturbing, and emotionally intense situations within a fantasy-system setting. Reader discretion is strongly advised.