{"id":209,"date":"2013-05-12T19:30:19","date_gmt":"2013-05-12T17:30:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/?p=209"},"modified":"2025-06-30T10:53:05","modified_gmt":"2025-06-30T08:53:05","slug":"100","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/100\/","title":{"rendered":"~ 100 ~"},"content":{"rendered":"<span class=\"span-reading-time rt-reading-time\" style=\"display: block;\"><span class=\"rt-label rt-prefix\">Temps de lecture\u00a0: <\/span> <span class=\"rt-time\"> 3<\/span> <span class=\"rt-label rt-postfix\">minutes<\/span><\/span><p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 24px;\">*<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-20762 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/123124-1.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00c0 des kilom\u00e8tres de l\u00e0, Noah rentre paisiblement chez lui, l&rsquo;air serein, tout en repensant \u00e0 l&rsquo;apr\u00e8s-midi g\u00e9niale qu&rsquo;il vient de passer. Ce petit duel amical avec les Tigers a r\u00e9ellement sublim\u00e9 sa journ\u00e9e !<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Son t\u00e9l\u00e9phone portable sonne soudain. C&rsquo;est sans attendre qu&rsquo;il d\u00e9croche en reconnaissant le pr\u00e9nom de Perrine qui s&rsquo;affiche.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-20764 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/125126.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Elle lui propose un parkour en sa compagnie. \u00ab\u00a0<em>S&rsquo;il en a encore l&rsquo;\u00e9nergie !\u00a0\u00bb<\/em> rit-elle pour le taquiner. Le blondinet r\u00e9agit aussit\u00f4t en acceptant son all\u00e9chante proposition. Il est ravi car il a ador\u00e9 sa compagnie !<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 24px;\">*<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00a0<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-20765 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/127128.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Dans la maison voisine, chez les Bauer, Alarich vient de s&rsquo;enfermer dans sa chambre pour ne pas inqui\u00e9ter sa famille. Il se sent pris de vertiges et souffre de cette violente douleur au c\u0153ur qu&rsquo;il reconna\u00eet bien d\u00e9sormais. Elle lui arrive de plus en plus souvent depuis quelques semaines. <em>Comme si un mal ambiant s&#8217;emparait progressivement de tout son \u00eatre en le torturant avec cruaut\u00e9\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-20766 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/129-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><em>Le mal\u2026 Le mal\u2026<\/em> Il est pr\u00e9sent, tout autour de lui, il est pr\u00e9sent et se tient fi\u00e8rement \u00e0 ses c\u00f4t\u00e9s. Il l&#8217;empoigne. L&rsquo;\u00e9touffe. Le fait suffoquer. Alarich le sait. Alarich le ressent. Le mal\u2026 Le mal est l\u00e0. Mais lui ne peut rien faire. Contre lui ! Il n&rsquo;en a pas le pouvoir. De le repousser. De le chasser. De l&rsquo;\u00e9radiquer. Ni m\u00eame de l&rsquo;att\u00e9nuer\u2026<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Car le mal d\u00e9vore. Le mal ronge. Le mal assaille, le mal tourmente.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Le mal consume. Le mal crucifie. Le mal poignarde.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-20768 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/131a.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"520\" height=\"184\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-20771 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/146147-2.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Le mal \u00e9loigne. Le mal nourrit. Le mal rejette. Le mal s&rsquo;ent\u00eate. Le mal capture. Le mal engendre l&rsquo;\u00e9go\u00efsme. Le mal aveugle. Le mal d\u00e9truit\u2026 <strong>Le mal devient personnalit\u00e9.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-20770 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/132a.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"642\" height=\"218\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-20775 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/145-3.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Le mal enveloppe. Le mal enrage. Le mal nourrit son amie la vengeance. Le mal est haine. Le mal est guerre. Le mal transforme. Le mal s&rsquo;allie au ch\u00e2timent. <strong>Le mal devient personnalit\u00e9.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-20776 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/145a.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"520\" height=\"184\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-20767 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/131-3.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-20773 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/147a.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"520\" height=\"184\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-20769 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/132-3.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p><span class=\"span-reading-time rt-reading-time\" style=\"display: block;\"><span class=\"rt-label rt-prefix\">Temps de lecture\u00a0: <\/span> <span class=\"rt-time\"> 3<\/span> <span class=\"rt-label rt-postfix\">minutes<\/span><\/span>&nbsp; * &nbsp; \u00c0 des kilom\u00e8tres de l\u00e0, Noah rentre paisiblement chez lui, l&rsquo;air serein, tout en repensant \u00e0 l&rsquo;apr\u00e8s-midi g\u00e9niale qu&rsquo;il vient de passer. Ce petit duel amical avec les Tigers a r\u00e9ellement sublim\u00e9 sa journ\u00e9e ! Son t\u00e9l\u00e9phone portable sonne soudain. C&rsquo;est sans attendre qu&rsquo;il d\u00e9croche en reconnaissant le pr\u00e9nom de Perrine qui &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/100\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continuer la lecture<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> de &laquo;&nbsp;~ 100 ~&nbsp;&raquo;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"pmpro_default_level":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-209","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-amethyste","pmpro-has-access"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/209","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=209"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/209\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=209"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=209"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.foreversims.net\/minaya\/histoires\/CT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=209"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}