rathian

who is 'Atrate'? A name that, a certain girl gave to herself. Now... who did she mourn for? ...She mourns her own 'thousand deaths'. The story of a normal girl, who received a strange curse.

Rey'Ah est marié avec l'homme de ses rêve et a deux merveilleux enfants. Mais son merveilleux quotidien fut complètement renverser lorsqu'elle s'éveilla et se retrouva dans un monde complètement différent, où sont entourage parlent une langue inconnue, où les coutumes lui sont étrangères et... surtout un corps qui n'est pas le sien. Avec l'aide sa dame de compagnie et la meilleur amie de celle a qui elle emprunte le corps, elle apprend tout ce qu'elle doit savoir. Vivre la vie d'une princesse mal aimée et aux habiletés manquantes est un défi complexe. Mon livre contient assurément beaucoup d'erreur de grammaire/orthographe que l'auto correcteur a échappé. J'en suis profondément désolée ! Je corrigerai au fur à mesure. J'espère sincèrement que mon histoire vous divertira. Au plaisir, Austrel Forge Feu.

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Just a bunch of random thoughts and poems that come to my mind.

“Jadi kapan kamu menikah?” tanya pria dengan senyum mengejek  di wajahnya. Arin yang mendengar pertanyaan itu seketika merasa kesal. Mr Jung, dialah pria itu, seorang CEO tampan blasteran Korea- Indonesia yang terkenal dengan  image dingin, kejam, playboy dan tidak punya belas kasih. Diam-diam menyukai Arin, salah satu karyawanya, seorang wanita yang tidak pernah menginginkan cinta karena trauma masa lalu, hingga membuatnya hidup sendiri sampai di usia 32 tahun.

Grath a creature that is alive but not living. Death is unatainable.

A young adult with powers, that give him claws, armorlike fur and strengh as well as improved senses, known as Ratel is bored about the lack of challenging villains and criminals. He finds himself in an early retirement due to a member of the hero association that he technically works for, due to her thinking Ratel is depressed and not effective anymore. Once Ratel comes back from meeting a friend, the tram he is on gets attacked by a new villain and he helps to rescue the survivors. He is later asked to cooperate with a villain for a common goal. WARNING: This book has depictions of violence and other topics that could trigger or offend someone.

After the peace is disturbed again the world needs Athra more than ever, even if they don't know it yet. With a terrorist group capable of bringing the world to its knees on one side and an ancient unknown enemy on the other Athra must risk everything to save the world or die trying. Visit my Patreon for bonus content Patreon.com/Nifflerheim

Dark locks of hair were sprawled on his forehead dripping like molten honey. His eyes so full of life yet of death, their colour grey-a fallen angel, a king, liquid silver swirling with sweet nectar or was it poison? Those dark cherry lips were the sweetest forbidden pleasure. That deep velvety chocolate voice known to shake hell and heaven send a shiver down her spine. A single breath taken...a single word spoken....two hearts awoken""Persephone"" he whispered. "Hades" her breath hitched and like wind he was gone.

Anne, a shy and introvert woman, was in love with Denis for ten years. But Denis had someone in his heart. When his girlfriend left him to pursue her career, he finally noticed Anne and asked her to be his girlfriend. Anne stayed devoted to him for three years, but Denis cheated on her with his first love. Worse, his scheming ex-girlfriend killed her. Fate gave her another chance. Anne was reborn. This time, she vowed to take revenge on everyone who had hurt her. Augustine, the CEO of the Sphere Group of industries, was powerful and wealthy. But he died from his family’s conspiracy. Reborn, he was determined to punish those who had schemed against him. In his past life, he had failed to protect Anne, his savior. This time, he vowed to love her and keep her safe with his life. But Anne no longer believed in love. ~~~~~~~~~ “Will you marry me?” Augustine’s eyes sparkled with anticipation and nervousness. However, Anne was calm. “Yes,” she replied blankly. “I’ll marry you. But don’t expect anything from me. Love is the last thing I can give you.” He smirked and took a step closer to her. “Miss Clair,” he pinched her chin, “are you sure you won’t fall for me? Can you resist my charm?” Anne’s breathing hitched, her stomach fluttering. The challenge in his eyes and his husky voice threaten to shatter her resolve to never fall in love again. “Let me promise you one thing: in this life, I’ll love you, cherish you always. All I want is your faith.”