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De Sang avide

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J'ai longtemps hésité à partager d'autres nouvelles, mais je me lance. J'ai à la fois beaucoup de nouvelles dans mes dossiers, mais trop peu pour sortir un recueil cohérent, surtout que je n'en écris plus du tout en ce moment, je suis  trop occupée sur d'autres projets. 
 
Plusieurs textes, comme celui-ci, ont déjà fait leur vie dans des anthologies qui ne sont plus éditées (Robots, chez La Madolière pour celui-ci). Voici l'histoire d'un petit génie passionné d'armes à feu qui voulait devenir un robot...

Yitzhak est un personnage de RP que j'écris toujours dans mon temps libre. J'aime emprunter des personnages que je connais bien pour renforcer l'immersion dans un texte court. Bien sûr,  pour le besoin du récit, il s'agit ici d'une version alternative.All Rights Reserved

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Echo of the Past by KiyuMiyuu

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

Code Vein Fanfic (SI) by Jaritorin

A classic story of someone dying and waking up in a video game/anime in place of the Protagonist. However, will game knowledge really hold up when such a game becomes a new reality? See how our protagonist tries to secure a future where he can enjoy his new nigh immortality and get a happy ending. Let's see how this new reality puts him at his wit's end! By the way. I've seen how people write the FF here with the whole Male Reader X SumCharacter/Franchise or just Female Reader plainly. I tried to write this as Male Reader with the whole (Y/N) and all that jazz but my brain kinda short-circuited (is that even a word?) and just decided to write this as a Novel. So I made it SI (Self Insert or mostly 1st POV) I don't own Code Vein. Please don't sue me!

I Commenced My Descent by thomasiota

This is a significantly altered version of H. P. Lovecraft's horror story "The Alchemist." The original was written in 1908, and so is, as of 2020, well within the public domain. The text was taken in 2020 from this URL: https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Alchemist_(Lovecraft) and modified by Wil Wroge (another pseudonym of Thomas Iota) as a response to a writing challenge issued by claytemplemedia.com I always enjoyed "The Alchemist" but did not consider it critically until Clay Temple Media made it the focus of one of their episodes of The Elder Sign podcast. Among other valid criticisms, the hosts suggested that Antoine, the protagonist, lacked agency, the supporting character Pierre was unsympathetic and illogical, and the antagonist was too easily overcome. So, I accepted this as a writing challenge. I've replaced Pierre with Agace (whom I hope is more sympathetic), given Antoine a much broader character arc, and made the antagonist, setting, and overall tone noticeably darker. I kept as much of the original text as possible, but I altered many sequences and added content freely in hopes of expanding the original enough to give the characters more interaction. I did my best to mimic the density of Lovecraft's diction and style in plot and setting revelations, but attempted also to add some of my own action and suspense into the climax. A warning to parents: there is significantly more violence in this story than in Lovecraft's original. The cover is an image from the public domain, taken from the book "Old and New London" by Walter Thornbury published circa 1887.

ROTTMNT × M! Depressed Reader by matt_is_dead

!STORY IS UNFINISHED AND WILL NO LONGER BE UPDATED! You and your friends go to an anime / comic / sci-fi convention, you meet the turtles, depression ensues. Kind of a vent fic, and pretty angsty. This will touch on some sensitive topics, there'll be trigger warnings at the beginning of each chapter. The main character will be a man and pronouns used will be he/him, also trans friendly with no direct descriptions of the mc's body. All of the turtles will be love interests and I'll try to write separate endings for all of them + some additional endings. So, I started writing this while I was hyperfixating on rottmnt and going through a rough time. Now I'm invested and pretty proud of what I wrote so I decided to upload it, can't promise regular uploads but I'll try to update as much as I can!

Scholar by WinterFantasies

[COMPLETED] [Warning: Strong language used throughout the book.] He put his hand over my notebook and the other over mine. I glared up at him, his golden brown eyes catching my attention. "I can't write like this," I pointed out. "Is this all you care about?" Ryan asked. I shrugged. "Not this specifically, but yeah, I care about my grades." Ryan smirked. I swallowed nervously but refused to break my stoic expression. He leaned closer to me, my heart pounding so hard against my chest it felt like it might break out and fall on the table between us. His mouth was right by my ear, and I could feel his warm breath when he spoke which sent shivers down my spine. "Well, aren't you a little a scholar?" *** The only things Alex Moris ever cared about were his grades and his sister. However, when the boy his sister likes, Ryan Smithe, makes things complicated and causes him to feel things he's never felt before, Alex realizes that, maybe, there's more important things in life than grades and scholarships. [Word Count: 40,216] [BoyxBoy] ~#14 in the "BoyxBoy" tag on 3/5/2019~ ~#14 in the "love" tag on 12/28/2018~ ~#8 in the "lgbt" and "lgbtq" tags on 1/4/2019~ ~#1 in the "loveislove" tag on 1/12/2019~ ~#31 in the "romance" tag on 2/10/2019~ ~#2 in the "BxB" tag on 3/9/2019~

Confused [Ereri](COMPLETED) by NeYa-Kun

"I don't know what I feel about you anymore, Armin..." "What do you mean, Eren?" "He loves me, Armin." "No, Jean. No, Armin. He loves me." Read to find out more. (~-3-)~ (this story ain't that great, trust me..) ------------ THIS STORY IS A FANFICTION OF ATTACK ON TITAN (SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN) I DO NOT OWN IT'S CHARACTERS, I ONLY OWN THE PLOT. THIS STORY IS ABOUT ERENXLEVI!! THERE WILL ALSO BE SOME ERENXARMIN AND JEANXEREN, SO IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THIS/SHIP IT ANY OF THIS THREE, DO NOT READ IT. THIS STORY WILL, (MIGHT) CONTAIN: - BoyxBoy (Yaoi) - Violence - Stronge language - Gore - Rape - Suicidal thoughts - Self harm - Bad spelling - etc. Thank you.

rose in the desert by aa809096

I will write my future story in bilingual. I want to force myself to be the person I like. I don't care if other people like me, I just care if they like me. After days of hesitation, I finally settled on the name, and I sat on the toilet thinking about the script God had sent me... I can't wait to read the script God sends me and I can't wait to finish it. After writing it, the English audio reading was wonderful. I burst into tears as I listened, and burst into tears as I finished writing. This is very interesting. I always touch myself again and again, always write dreams in my dreams. Whose life is not a dream? I am an affectionate and tragic person, and I love this world deeply. Love so deeply, so seriously. God often gives me so much information that my brain feels like it's going to explode and I'm going crazy. I can understand what Vincent van Gogh was doing in the wheat field. When you see everything in the world, dear, you don't care about anything anymore. You only live for your own happiness. People start to distance themselves from you and you become more and more lonely. God, I ask you again and again, why am I stuck in the desert? I want you to answer me, once is not enough, ten times is not enough, a hundred times is not enough, a thousand times is not enough, ten thousand times is not enough! 2025/1/5

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 by dulcetstars

⌜ 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗕𝗜𝗗𝗗𝗘𝗡 : 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ⌟ › ❛❛ I wonder what I look like in your eyes, my dear. ❜❜ ── Maybe Y/n should've been careful, maybe he shouldn't have wasted his time in that damn game and instead focused on his studies, because now he was stuck in another whole world. He regretted not paying attention to the Space documentaries his father used to see back years ago. Because now, he doesn't have words to describe everything he has been through due to some damn aliens and to whatever Gods he so desperately hates but relies on to survive in there. Would he really be able to finish the game in time before his real body dies in the other world? How can he manage if he has so peculiar admirers from other planets not leaving him alone? or | 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 a certain male wakes up in a sci-fi horror game and his goal is to survive as long as he can while uncovering the truths of the protagonist and why everything seems to be targeted at him. ──────────── 𝗠ost 𝗢utstanding 𝗥ankings! 3# game (Nov 23th 2025) 19# sciencefiction (May 9th 2025)

Salvage ~ V1: Nuts and Bolts (Steampunk/ Gaslamp Romantasy ~ FxM, MxM) by avaseofpeonies

A Steampunk/ Gaslamp Fantasy Romance set in the industrial revolution era of a fictional world. Magic, mad science, multicultural ambiance, and political intrigue all tightly laced up into one corset and powered by the steam of two romances - one F/M and one M/M. For mature audiences, 18+. ~~~*~~~ All creations carry a trace of the maker's ethereal energy, whether deliberately placed in the magical Artifacts made by the Alchemists, or unwittingly left in the handiwork of ordinary people. Kazia can feel that energy, in both machines and people. She may not be able to do any of the grand magic other Alchemists can, but give her a damaged machine and she can trace its energy to the problem, and know precisely how to repair it. She does have one other ability. One far more dangerous. One she will never acknowledge, and will never use. Fleeing her villainous father rather than becoming his pawn, Kazia finds a peaceful life on a farm in a neighboring country, where no one knows that she is the daughter of Prince Gorvan Devratha. But with war looming between her birth country of Valesk and her new home in Caedra, how long can that peaceful life last? She can be safe in the Caedran capital, among the Queen's Alchemists, but will anyone there trust her - especially the handsome but embittered Lord Kelvaran Meratha, who suspects Kazia's father of murdering his family? Abrizhen is Kazia's older brother. He does his best to play the role of the Prince's good son and heir, but when tasked with retrieving his wayward sister, he must return to the city he'd called home for many of his youthful years. There he'll have to reckon with his past, and finally choose between the life of a dutiful prince, or the welfare of his sister - and the rekindling of an old flame. ~~~*~~~ Please see the introduction for detailed content warnings.

Satisfied (Republishing Mode On)[Yizhan] by roytiti

A light novel. [Republishing] Officially Yizhan. I always prefer strong characters and switching. Xiao Zhan and Wang Yibo romance fanfic. It's more their like a life story and there is mature content ahead. Everything here is fictional and does not want to harm anyone's personal life. I'm not the owner of the images that are used in the story. But drawings are all mine, the cover was my edit too. I own everything in here. It's a lofty and stupid story. Also my first story, and there are mistakes. And it's a completed story (last chap 52). After that, there are some extra stories. - Contains sweet lovemaking (sex scenes), but no violence or BDSM or torture or bloodshed, no pictures with sex scenes. - Boys love (consider if you oky with that) - Any story elements or text is not written offensively towards anyone. I respect everyone.

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Salvage ~ V1: Nuts and Bolts (Steampunk/ Gaslamp Romantasy ~ FxM, MxM) cover

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Echo of the Past

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.