author of animal stories

Qu'est-ce qu'il n'y a pas à aimer dans ma nouvelle vie après avoir migré dans un monde centré sur les Animaux Astraux ? Il y a des créatures puissantes de toutes formes et tailles. Elles peuvent être des compagnons câlins, des aides dans la vie quotidienne, des éclaireurs audacieux ou de forts combattants. Ou tout ça à la fois. Pas mal, hein ? J'ai une famille, mais en réalité, c'est complètement éclipsé par ma sœur cadette. Elle me déteste profondément, et elle s'assure que je le sache. Chaque. Putain. De. Jour. Ai-je mentionné qu'elle est dégoûtamment talentueuse tandis que je ne suis qu'un moins que rien ? Un sacrément beau gosse avec ça. J'ai carte blanche pour diriger l'entreprise familiale par moi-même. Une petite Animalerie pittoresque. Ça aurait pu être génial si ce n'est le fait que le propriétaire précédent de ce corps était né avec ZÉRO affinité pour gérer les Animaux Astraux... Une vraie transmigration ne serait pas complète sans un truc ou un système pour paver ma route vers la grandeur, vous ne pensez pas ? J'en ai un, mais je ne sais pas si je ne serais pas mieux sans... Bienvenue dans le Monde des Animaux Astraux !

"Quem tocou em você?" ele perguntou, seus olhos turvos sobre ela e quando ela não respondeu, sua voz trovejou no quarto, "QUEM?" O mordomo que estava perto da parede falou trêmulo, "Senhor, foi o Senhor Reverale," o rosto de Damien se tornou sombrio, sua mandíbula tique-taqueando em fúria ele virou o rosto para o lado onde o mordomo estava atrás. "Traga o homem até aqui." "A-agora?" gaguejou o mordomo. Era hora da noite. Damien, que não havia quebrado o contato visual com a garota à sua frente, empurrou a mão contra a parede a qual agora descansava ao lado da cabeça de sua bela garota. Virando o corpo, ele primeiro olhou para seu mordomo que tinha a cabeça baixa. Com muita coragem, o mordomo encontrou os olhos do seu Mestre, "Você tem algum outro momento melhor? Ou será depois que eu torcer o seu pescoço?" Damien perguntou calmamente inclinando a cabeça. Não um segundo depois, o mordomo correu para fora do quarto e voltou com o Senhor Reverale após vinte minutos. "Damien, vamos ter um chá da tarde atrasado?" o Senhor Reverale veio saudar, mas o mestre da casa tinha outros planos. Avistando a faca que estava cravada na maçã sobre a mesa, ele a alcançou para retirá-la. Justamente quando o Senhor Reverale foi trocar um aperto de mãos com ele, Damien tomou posse de sua mão para colocá-la sobre a mesa. Em um movimento ágil como se estivesse cortando cebolas, ele decepou os quatro dedos do homem de sua mão fazendo-o uivar e gritar de dor. "Ninguém toca no que é meu. Tenho certeza de que isso vai lhe lembrar na próxima vez que pensar em tocá-la," suspirou Damien como se estivesse cansado de dizer às pessoas para manterem suas mãos sujas longe de suas posses. Conheça Damien Quinn, um vampiro de sangue puro que é um completo narcisista, grosseiro com suas palavras e mesquinho apesar de ser rico que pechincha quando comprou um escravo do mercado negro. Por outro lado, conheça Penelope que acredita ser uma 'convidada' por alguns dias na casa dos Quinn enquanto pretende escapar do estranho vampiro que precisa de terapia. ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/K63uVqN

When I opened my eyes, I was inside a novel. [The Birth of a Hero]. [The Birth of a Hero] was a novel focused on the adventures of the main character, Choi Han, a high school boy who was transported to a different dimension from Earth, along with the birth of the numerous heroes of the continent. I became a part of that novel as the trash of the Count’s family, the family that oversaw the territory where the first village that Choi Han visits is located. The problem is that Choi Han becomes twisted after that village, and everyone in it, are destroyed by assassins. The bigger problem is the fact that this stupid trash who I’ve become doesn’t know about what happened in the village and messes with Choi Han, only to get beaten to a pulp. “…This is going to be a problem.” I feel like something serious has happened to me. But it was worth trying to make this my new life.

"In this world, morality is but a thin line away from depravity, and the most captivating tales are often shrouded behind the veil of insanity." ____________________ I was just an ordinary guy, living a dull and unremarkable life as an editor. But when a maniac author killed me for rejecting his novel in a writing competition, I reopened my eyes in a modern fantasy world. "Hmm? Wait, this world…." But fate, being a prude little bitch, played a twisted joke on me. I reincarnated into the very same novel that I rejected for the competition award, written by the very same author who killed me for it. Not only that, but I transmigrated into the body of a disowned noble named Lucas Morningstar. Lucas was a minor antagonist in a novel who served as a stepping stone for the protagonist and their allies. Arghh…. Of all the people, I just had to be reborn as someone who was despised by the main characters the most at this point in the story? B-But hey, with my knowledge of the future and understanding of the main characters, I can at least live an easy life! Right...? "Yeah, I can work with this!" Or so I thought until I remembered the ending arcs of the book. This world is destined for doom! And not so long after, I started to realize that the novel and the world I transmigrated into might not be as similar as I had originally thought…. ================= [Disclaimer: Caution while reading is advised. Tighten your seatbelts and brace yourself for a bumpy roller coaster-like journey. Don't blame the Author if you fall from your seat while reading a plot twist. Thank you.] ____________________ AN: MC is NOT a villain, so don't expect one. *The MC will seem a little bit (ok let's be honest, more than a little bit) foolish in the first 30-35 chaps but don't be fooled. I ask you to read the first 50 chapters before deciding to trash-talk the MC because that's where his borderline psychopathic strategist personality starts to surface. ____________________ Discord: https://discord.com/invite/yDaXN4re ____________________ Tapestry

She was going to find the author and kill him for making her suffer! Ye Qing Xin did not want to be a villain. However, no matter how much she tried to change her life, a force would make her do things that she did not want to do. In the end, she died. Tragically. When she woke up again, Ye Qing Xin found that she was surrounded by people who claimed that they were her family members. According to them, she was involved in an accident and has been in a coma for a week. In this new world, she was finally free from the force that was always controlling her. Ye Qing Xin planned to live life freely, finally without anyone or any power controlling her. Her best friend stole her fiance? She did not care about it. Just let this so-called friend keep this scumbag! Someone planned to overthrow her from her company? Tsk… Do they think it was easy to bully her? One day, Ye Qing Xin was walking in a bookstore when she found a book. Seeing the characters' names and the story made her realize that it the past, she has been living in a book! The author has been so cruel to assign her as a villain! No. A cannon fodder! Who was the author? Where was the author? Ye Qing Xin swore that once she got her hand on that person, she will never let him go! --- This book is my WSA 2023 entry~ --- Cover Illustration commission by kirinlukis --- Shared universe with: 1. Loving You Too Much 2. True Love and Other Lies 3. A Lifetime with You 4. The Dragon Beside Me 5. Love So Sweet 6. Commander Qi's Runaway Wife 7. The Wedding Planner's Romance 8. The Author Must Die

A Webnovel Author who died after installing a strange farming game was reincarnated into a brutal, apocalyptic world. Armed with only his wit and a quirky farming system, he finds himself surrounded by ruined cities, mutated beasts, and desperate survivors. The world is on the brink of collapse, but his system insists on growing crops and raising livestock in the middle of the wasteland. At first, he thinks it’s a joke—a farming system in the apocalypse? But soon he discovers the hidden potential of his system. The crops he grows can strengthen his body, grant unique abilities, and even repel the deadly monsters that roam the land. However, the system has a mind of its own, and not everything is as it seems. Now, balancing survival and farming, he must build a haven in this hostile world, gathering strange allies along the way, all while uncovering the secrets behind his reincarnation. As his farm flourishes, so does his power—making him a target for dangerous factions and ancient forces that lurk in the shadows. Can a peaceful farmer rise to become the hero this broken world needs? Or will his fields of hope be crushed by the horrors that await? Note: 1. Slow-paced story. 2. There is no female lead in this book.

[ENRICHED WITH MATURE CONTENT. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION. ] AUTHOR TRANSMIGRATION "I want to write Villain perspective! Enough of this Hero and Heroine gig!" Nathalie Jean Quinn, life was so ordinary until she wrote the first book of her sequel, The Prince's Retribution, swept all over the literature world and garnered massive fan base and fortune. Now, she wanted to leave out of her comfort zone and challenge herself-- To seek the memoirs of a villainess in the story; for its sequel, The Prince's Ascension, Mystique is revealed. But even the management and the audiences begged to differ, so she made her way. Although, in the middle of completing the Sequel, the main villain, Mystique Blackwell, comes for her in that magical encounter and cursed her. Will Nathalie now transform to a monster that she created in her own story? *** Excerpt*** "You're mine. Am I clear? You're my property." Mystique was pressing her thighs against his, which he could never break free from her beguiling clutches. She was on top of him; the surge of confidence came with her and took charge for the whole ride. Her eyes were obscured with gleaming lust, and her hands worked their wonders and slinked to his chiseled abs up to his brawn sweaty chest. Every time she landed a smooth caress, he let out a stuttering moan as he was in spasms. His toes would dig deep into the mattress, no different from his nails that clawed, not trying to touch her sacred body. It wasn't all as she reached for his nipples, rubbing them ever-so-softly. The man would throw his bobbed back to the woolly pillows and arched his back from pleasure. Even though the bed creaked—fast and subtle that played their ears—she loved it. Just as she adored every point in him... Not a second delayed as he would shiver every time she would stroke the same parts of him. On the other hand, she has kept up the pace ever since. She crashed her well-endowed chest against his. Their lips parted by a hair's breadth, and he gritted his teeth as he saw her angelic feature up-close, driven by ecstasy. His gestures and countenance fueled her within, hastening the pace. There, he couldn't control his voice and let out pleasurable groans and grunts. Within those seconds, more thoughts began to blur her. She grabbed a handful of his hair, bringing him closer to her while whispering his ear. "You're mine. Am I clear? You're my property." *** P,S, The book has come to an end in a good note! Thank you so much for reading!

The book he wrote wasn't some ordinary book, nor was he an ordinary person. He holds the ability to see the future unknowingly and writes it down as great stories.  Little did he know, he would wake up in a different body in a world where he finds out the characters in his book…A world of magic, swords and monsters.  'Wait, this isn't a world from my novel. It's a real world and the novel is just my prediction of some people just like the guardian said. So I will just enjoy the show as an audience and leave after the story ends. I have a whole new world to discover in front of me.' But what awaits him was something he could never imagine. In front of the world, in front of the whole universe, his assumption was just a grind of sand. The truth of the world made him rethink his life and the life he lived back in another world.  Viktor North, the author, finds himself in the middle of the whole universe where he was nothing but an extra later in his life as he kept living. An extra who was abandoned by his mother, his brother who was an elemental guardian and also a demigod, his race and the God.  'But I prefer to sleep than going against these unwanted people and unwanted problems. I want to sleep. I just want to shut my eyes and sleep under my warm blanket, probably forever if it's possible.' This is the story of an author, a grand magician, a guardian who somehow became a god and the only thing he could think of was sleep.  He is the definition of what a 'Shut-in' is. ... ... The cover is not mine so if someone have any prob. ..Ask me right away.. :p [ If you wish to contact me, DM on instagram -- @miami_rin ]

Axel is a struggling novelist who stumbles upon an otherworldly online writing tool that would grant his desires to become the greatest author. Though he found it hard to believe, he fell at the hands of the website's temptation and imported his almost finished novel into the platform. After importing his work and making changes to his story, he drifted off to sleep and opened his eyes to find himself in the world of his own novel as an extra. Projection of chapters: 900 - 1000 chapters Releases for chapters are scheduled at midnight - early morning AEDT time. Discord Server Link: https://discord.gg/jr8Mmd8sBv

Because of her special abilities, Bai Yue was considered mentally ill since she was a child. She borrowed her special abilities to travel through 2000 years later, thinking that she would be free from worries. Unexpectedly, she would have to be considered mentally retarded. Because the world after 2000 will be full of retarded people! Even if you think you're mentally retarded, you're actually being bought home by an orc? "Hey, stupid wolf, what are you doing? I'm just a retard, and I'm only responsible for being cute!" "Be good." A certain wolf patted Bai Yue's head comfortingly, and from then on he lived a life of being pampered without shame.