Pot Neck Blouse Front

(This is a dungeon core story!) Sylvan is a nymph. A nymph who had lived his entire life protected by a barrier. Hiding the fact that his tree was a dungeon. But now, someone took off the barrier! Tourists are besieging his tree, cutting off branches to use as presents! He has only one option left before him: he must use the mind-altering mushrooms which he grows near his dungeon tree to stop people from chopping his tree down! And it just so happens that he knows how to cook with a flare! Follow him as he feeds those who want to cut off his tree, brainwashes them, and finally levels up his dungeon. This is not a romance story. This is a story of someone who values life and good food, but most of all, mind-altering mushrooms, with which he will take over the world! One pot of stew at a time.

High in the Unreachable Mountains, Trill, a warrior trained by the Goatmen assassins, discovers his unique ability to control plants and fungi while mastering alchemy and swordsmanship. Haunted by a mysterious past and the medallion around his neck, his life is upended when Malgrin the Unbroken, a sorcerer bent on domination, invades his hidden village. As Malgrin enslaves the Goatmen and kills Trill’s mentor, Granny Gruff, Trill escapes, vowing vengeance. Descending the mountains for the first time, he embarks on a perilous journey to free his people, uncover his origins, and harness his powers against a rising tide of darkness.

Ray Kaine, a skilled fighter turned office worker, finds himself on a bus, and after a terrible accident ends up in front of a god, who informs Ray that he himself shall now become a god.

Cultivators, mages, superpowers, systems holders? At the beginning of the UC calender, Terminus opened up the passage to the myriad realms and became a melting pot of all kinds of power systems and races. Goblins live in neighborhood houses, elves top the charts with their musical talents, and fairies drink tea on small tables hanging from the rafters of tea shops. Alex wanted to be a mage and researcher ever since he was young, taking the standard mage's path through school so he could apply to a Mage University. All these hopes and dreams came crashing down when he awakened as an extremely rare system holder. Awakening a system was referred to as earning a golden ticket to life. Countless companies would invest large amounts of money into system holders who would provide them access to their system's [Store]. A system holder just had to sit around and they could live a life of wealth and prosperity. Why was Alex so disconsolate? Because he awoke The Sinful System, a system that focused on him to have intimate relations with others.

Deep in a dark cave, on the far side of the hill cliff continent, laid a small 4-foot bat, with a proclivity for magic, and a burning passion for sorcery, but unfortunately for them. they were born in a death trap of murderous 9-foot-tall family members, ready to bite at her neck and eat her alive at any given moment, which was already a horror story in itself, but when she finds herself unable to progress and incapable of escaping, she ends up having to rely on her natural affinity for magic, and higher intellect to find her way out.

The day the apocalypse arrived, Su Mo got utterly chilled by a meteorite fragment. When she woke up, the enchanting young man upstairs asked her, "Do you have a superpower?" "I do!" She silently pulled out a Flat Pot. While being teased, the villain arrogantly put his hands on his hips and said, "You're just a powerless waste." "Heh," she said, and with the Flat Pot, she turned his face into a pig's head. Bound to the strongest Cooking God system and dare to call her waste? She could smash your face in a minute. The Arrogant Chapter "My tea, one sip and superpower durability becomes endless." "My meat, one piece and superpower lethality doubles." "My dish, one plate guarantees you level up." "But can you afford them?"

Jiang Yan had been reborn. In his previous life, he was duped by his own father—who ended up in prison—into taking on the responsibilities of the family. He had to care for his grandparents in place of his father, show respect to his uncles, maintain brotherly love... In this life, he only wanted to breat free from these bloodsuckers, find a sugar "daddy", and by the way, nourish his stomach. ***** Song Jiawen felt something was weird. That guy from next door—who had to return to the countryside to study because his father was imprisoned—suddenly switched from literature to science and joined her class, and even moved to the seat behind her. Ostensibly, he did it so she could tutor him in physics and biology, but why did she always feel like he had an ulterior motive? ***** Years later, as Jiang Yan watched the soup simmering in the pot while soothing his son in his arms, he glanced back at his wife, who was leisurely watching TV on the sofa with her legs crossed, and thought miserably, this meal ticket he had married into was proving to be quite a struggle!

He held her hand placing it on his chest looking at his hand on top of hers. "I give you my heart Zillah, lead me" . " Stop" she finally bursted into tears. Still being able to hold her breath from making sounds. She was drooling all over and he drew her even closer to her and hugged her like never before. She cuddled underneath his arms crying seriously but he stroked her gently until she was able to calm down. How did he manage to bear all this type of pain. How much was he going through that leaves him to no other decision than to want to change from who he was. He called her name softly "Zillah…" "I love when you call my name" she spoke like a baby with a cracked voice because she cried a lot and her hands folded and he pulled her away and looked at her with a smirk. "But you… " he was ready to call her out for what she said earlier but she placed her finger on his lips knowing what he was about to say next. His smile widened when he observed something. He moved his fingers to her neck and felt where he pierced her neck and felt the injury and blood. He held her neck tenderly healing her slowly. "This part could be more painful" he warned while healing her. She winced lightly and he stroked her face. "You've got to dominate, and I don't care if you're the seventh mundane or not". She spoke with intense gaze rooted on him "Am I?...." "You are the Crown's Mundane". Alvah, the soul of Celestial, son of First Chamber Empyreal of Fire Deivigan Vimal because the first ever infernal who lived anonymously and as the Seventh Mundane. Zillah will be the mediator between Alvah and Tartarus. Costing her life will have to be the priority if Elysian has to be saved but what if Alvah takes the risk instead?. This is a realm of the conflict between Elysian and Tartarus.

DISCLAIMER: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE ********************************** Hades smirked, then leaned back, pulling her fully into his lap. She gasped in surprise, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck for balance. “If you’re going to tease me, you might as well do it properly,” he said, his deep voice filled with mischief. “Oh?” she challenged, raising an eyebrow. He leaned in and kissed her lips. She moaned against his lips, her pussy beginning to throb and she did her best to squeeze her thighs shut and hide the fact that she was overwhelmingly horny. Her body was begging to be touched. His cool skin felt amazing against hers and she wanted him to touch the one area that needed it the most, one that he had made sure he didn't go too near with. Hades hands slid down to her ass and squeezed gently, she moaned against his mouth and tightened her grip in his hair, never wanting his lips to stray from her skin. "Hades..." she moaned needingly as he moved his lips down her neck. "Yes, princess?" he murmured softly against the sensitive skin of her neck. "More, please." She begged and he nipped at her skin. "Tell me exactly what you want." he said to her. "Touch me, please. I need you to touch me." She moaned. ********************************** When Aurelia stumbles upon an ancient summoning ritual and performs it out of curiosity, she unknowingly binds herself to Hades, the brooding King of the Underworld. Marked by their connection, she’s thrust into a world of gods and immortals where she doesn’t belong and where her heart becomes her greatest weakness. As Aurelia navigates the pain of unrequited emotions and the perilous politics of the divine, she uncovers the truth behind the mark she bears a power that could tip the scales of fate itself. With gods, love, and destiny at war, Aurelia must decide whether to embrace the bond that has chained her to Hades or break free from a world that was never meant for her.

In the seventh year of Zhenguan, in Chang'an City, there was a store called Datang Supermarket. It was crowded with people and there were countless dignitaries. There was Li Shimin who cried on the spot because of the spicy noodles, there was Cheng Yaojin who hit his head for a pack of hot pot base, and there was Princess Changle who couldn't sleep all night for a mask. Here, the appearance of every new product will lead countless trends, and the store owner is the trend-setter of the Tang Dynasty. The ordinary time traveler is the number one person in the world in the mouths of Li Er, Cheng Yaojin, Changsun Wuji and others. What kind of fairy store is this...

In the world of Dyron, a place of suffering and emptiness, every human is born with a small zodiac sign on their neck just behind their left ear. For Vin Crimson, a young man with the zodiac sign Leo, the sign does not bring hope, but rather a reminder of the wounds and darkness of the past. Trapped in the middle of a cruel world, Vin tries to fight the shadows of fate that seem to be written to destroy him. On this journey, he meets Jeannie Althea, a Libra, who not only heals his physical wounds, but also becomes a beacon that guides his path. Faced with the destruction that threatens Dyron, Vin must face a choice: surrender to emptiness or rise as a symbol of hope for a world that is in ruins. Note: 1. The main focus is the story 2. Updates are uncertain, can be anytime 3. The main language focus is Indonesian

“What's done is done! Let's just forget it!” He said and acted nonchalantly, even though he was cowering in fear because something was telling him that the stranger in front of him didn't intend to let go. The man's frown increases and Hayden swears that the temperature in the room increases multiple times. After winning over his heart and stealing his first, this boy wanted to avoid responsibility, which made Zenos annoyed. “You want to run away from me?” He asked in annoyance, and suddenly Hayden found himself under the man without even knowing how. “I'm just…” Hayden wasn't able to finish his words before he was domineeringly kissed by the stranger. Zenos used his left hand to pin Hayden's hand on top of Hayden's head effortlessly. Hayden tried to struggle and blocked the stranger's tongue from dominating his mouth by pressing his lips against each other stubbornly, but the man unexpectedly bit Hayden's bottom lips, making Hayden yelp in pain. The man used that chance to clean all the taste of strawberries in Hayden's mouth, while his right hand continued to stroke Hayden's body wantonly. When Hayden was starting to go dizzy due to shortness of breath, he was released by the man's assault. He breathed in and out rapidly and thanked heaven for the chance to live again. “You can't run away from me… You are mine” Zenos growled into Hayden's neck possessively. Hayden felt a shiver run through his spine after hearing the stranger's words. His breath hitched as the man licked his earlobe and kissed his neck with extreme familiarity, domineeringly. “Mine,” the stranger proclaimed again. The stranger gave a low curse word and rolled off Hayden's shivering sensitive body, “I'll spare you because you're still in pain. You won't be as lucky next time” he said and lifted Hayden's chin to peck him one more time while Hayden stared dumbfounded. Cover isn't mine, found online My new bl novel is out: The Journey Of Chasing After The Transmigrated Straight Shou

Betrayed, rejected and humiliated in front of the council and seven kingdoms, Dahlia stood between life and death. Her mate, Prince Damian, had rejected her during their mating ritual and she had till sunrise to find a mate or she would be bound to Hades- the god of death. While Damian celebrated his engagement to her sister, Gwendyln, Dahlia was slowly dying. The sun was about to rise and no man was interested in mating with a rejected human girl. It was too late and she was bound to Hades for eternity. Fate throws an opportunity to Dahlia and she wakes up in the body of a girl that had drowned in the Cyre river several weeks ago. She had been given a second chance at life but at the cost of the souls of the people that had killed her and many others. ~~ "You're mine. Every single part of you yearns for me" he whispered against the nape of my neck. "I want you to crave my touch. Your insides will  throb at the sound of my voice" he growled as he sucked on my bare skin. "I'd rather die" I spat. "Death will never stop me" he boasted aloud. "I'll bring you back again so I can reclaim you till every inch of you belongs to me"....... Hey loves, this is my first book and I'm competing in WSA. I'm pretty nervous and would be extremely grateful if you support me.. Feel free to stalk me IG/Facebook: @Books by Simone email: Autumnfever12@gmail.com

After being whisked away into another world, from one cruel existence to another, Sylvia finds herself in front of a demon lord. He who only has one command for her. Be my bride.

[Main Plot Completed] A love doomed from the start, a lost cause, a losing battle—and yet, neither hearts are willing to let go until the very end. ----- Arlan Cromwell, the epitome of the perfect Crown Prince. All he wants is to live a normal life of a human but the life of a dragon is anything but normal. He has but one goal—to find his runaway betrothed and behead her. What happens when he discovers that the woman who has snagged his heart is the one he vowed to kill? Oriana, a Black Witch, disguising herself as a man, has spent her entire life on the run without knowing what she is running away from. When the mysteries of her past slowly catch up to her, she has no one to turn to…except Arlan. But when she learns that the man she has given her heart to is the same man who wants to kill her, how can she accept the cruel card life dealt her? Two people with secrets to keep, identities to hide, and answers to find. When the certain darkness threatens to take Oriana away, will the Dragon be able to protect his mate? ----- Excerpt- “If I knew you were my betrothed, I would have killed you the very first moment we met." Arlan's gaze darkened with hatred. “If I knew I was betrothed to you, I would have killed myself before you even killed me!” Oriana mirrored the same emotions as him. He pulled out a dagger and offered it to her. “It’s not too late. Just slit your throat with this and you'll bleed out painlessly.” She accepted the knife, her fingers clutching its handle tightly. The next moment, he was pressed against the wall and the knife was on the right side of his neck. “How about I try it on you first, my betrothed?” “Feel free to try. But when you fail, this knife will first taste your grandpa's blood, then yours.” Anger rose in her eyes, and the next moment, blood was flowing through the right side of his neck. She cut deep enough to severe an important blood vessel. “You should not have challenged me,” she sneered and stepped back, waiting for him to collapse. He simply smirked and brushed his finger along the deep wound on his neck. “Seems like you failed.” She watched the wound on his neck heal on its own and felt shocked to her bones. “You.. what are you?” “Guess?” ----- Instagram- mynovel.20 Facebook- Author mynoveltwenty

|| To all the readers who are grieving over Caelestis Lanister’s death. I deeply apologize but this character always deserved death in my eyes of justice. Although he was a good leader, a good friend, probably a good son, yet he was never a good friend or boyfriend to Stella. Even after going through all his sins, if you still sympathize with him. I have an offer for you. Would you like to change the destiny of Caelestis Lanister? Yes/No|| A translucent blue window appeared in front of Eleanore, who had just opened her eyes in a strange white place, after meeting her end in a Traffic accident. Eleanore finds herself in a new world, with a mission to change the destiny of her favorite character from a book she had recently read, "Revenge is her only desire." Tired from her daily struggles, she was ready to venture into a new life of the rich, but to her dismay. She finds herself in the body of the villainess that dies in the first chapter of the novel, who shares the same name as hers, Eleanore Sinclair. Moreover, the day she enters into her body is the day she gets killed by Caelestis for harming his lover, Stella. Eleanore binded by the system that guided her through in her mission of changing Caelestis’ fate, realizes that the system favoured Stella over her. She struggles to keep herself alive, while working on Caelestis and Stella's relationship. As she tries to save Stella from the obsessive grasps of Caelestis, she finds herself getting entangled with the notorious villain. As tension and hatred between them rises, a love blooms between them which gives nothing but pain in return. The male lead being her own brother, will she be able to save Caelestis which is no longer her mission but her love? _______ “Lies!” he spat again, his voice rising. “I will kill you, Eleanore. If you ever try to do that to her again, I will kill you.” His words cut through her, burning with hatred and fear. Anger surged within her as she fought against him. She had never intended to hurt Stella, not once. The blame lay with the original owner of the body, not her. Why must she listen to these accusations? “I have no such intentions!” she shouted at his face, gasping to find breath. “Let me go!” Her foot lashed out, kicking him in the thigh, but he quickly pinned it down as well. Exhausted from her useless struggles, Eleanore realized she had to gather her strength and then perhaps bite off some skin from his handsome face. “You are just an obsessed man,” she snarled. “You don’t know how to treat a woman. You’re killing her!” Before she could finish, Caelestis silenced her with a violent grip around her throat. His hand tightened around her neck, cutting off her breath. Her wrists were free, but now her neck was caught, and every breath became a struggle. Panic surged through her as she struggled to find, her nails digged deep into at his arm in a desperate attempt to free herself. Caelestis’ true nature had finally appeared in front of Eleanore, and it scared her. She had already been afraid of him, but now the fear felt like it was gripping her very soul. Note: This is a dark fantasy romance novel. A war between Love and Obsession.

"You might be the best killer in the underworld but that is all you are , a killer " Ivana spat out. Alara stayed silent. "A killer can't be a wife much less a mother. So why don't you make things easier for me and disappear. Rae will never marry you and your baby can't be raised by a killer ". she added. She felt a gush of wind blinking but then gasped . Alara had her table knife down on her neck , the coldness of both the steel on her neck and look in her eyes sent shivers down her spine. "Love put the knife down " Rae said to Alara. Ivana gulped still staring into the cold blood thirsty eyes down on her. she didn't seem to want to move . Rae stood up and gently took her hand from Ivana's neck , "Come on , let's get you some cake " he said to Alara. Suddenly her eyes turned soft as she dropped the knife and followed her fiancé off to the kitchen. ......... Sent to kill him but is now carrying his child . A deadly assassin must choose between the father of her child who refuses to let her go ,the organisation that is now threatening her family and the responsibilities of becoming a mother and wife.

A young Khan wakes up from a strange dream, a dream where he wore an armor of gold, ivory, and silk. Yet he lays on a mattress of some sort, wearing nothing but tattered rags. It was a dream, right? But it felt so real, the pain of metal piercing his neck, the impact of his dying body on the sandy floors of a world where the sky was a diminishing shade of turquoise, splotched with the occasional light, like a daunting prison cell. What an odd dream that was. (All content in this story is attributed to Deepwoken.)

Od wczesnego dzieciństwa Emerald była kształtowana na zabójcę. . Dorastając w mrocznym środowisku, gdzie wszystko, co widzi i zna, to zło i przemoc zasiane w jej umyśle i sercu, że bycie zabójcą to jedyny sposób na przetrwanie. W miarę dojrzewania Emerald nauczyła się akceptować swoje mroczne instynkty i wykorzystywać je na swoją korzyść, stając się potężną siłą, z którą należy się liczyć w jej bezwzględnym świecie. Ale wszystko się zmieniło, gdy poznała rozpieszczoną córkę najpotężniejszego przestępcy w mieście. „Zakazane połączenie, ukryta prawda i przyszłość Emerald wisiała na włosku".

Twice killed and once saved. A king born to destroy the world. Another destined to save it. The deceased king from a fallen kingdom will rise to live again. Only to find love in a vengeful king. “Sing me a lullaby. One that will guide me to the heavens. Set me free from the chains wrapped around my neck.” “Why don’t you sing to me instead? Guide me to you. Let us set sail on these clouds together forever.” “Don’t you know what that means for you?” “I would do whatever it takes to live a dream with you.” “With this sword in my heart, I bleed for you.” (This is BL *BoysLove*) (Front cover photo is not mine. Please send me a message for credit.) (Criticism on the novel and tips on how to improve my writing are very much welcome.)

[Warning: R18+] When Hate turns into Love... and Vengeance turns into Passion... Will he choose to start over with her? ======= Phantomflake's soul got separated from her body after committing suicide in front of her enemy, Nathan Sparks, the Supreme Leader of Syphiruz Mafia. She woke up only to find out that her body (which was in a coma state) was being held captive by Nathan 'the Devil!', who was trying to prolong her life. And what was his motive? To kill her by his own hand and torture her to death! Nathan has a deep resentment against Phantomflake as she was the one who assassinated the most precious person in his life. He wanted revenge! And things just got more exciting when a magical creature appeared in front of Phantom's soul, giving her a ridiculous mission in exchange of regaining her body back. "Make him fall in love with you within 100 days!" The flying creature said, pointing his small paws at Nathan who expressionlessly stood next to her sickbed. With her eyes going round, Phantomflake made an 'you-got-to-be-kidding-me' face at the flying creature. No way! That's a mission impossible! This guy loathed her so much. How would she do that??! ****** Excerpt: Nathan grabbed her by her neck. "Don't play tricks with me, Phantomflake." Nathan's cold voice reverberated inside the room, his eyes burning with rage. But Phantomflake just smirked at him, pressing her hands against his chest, her fingers teasing him. "You can't kill me, Nate. Just admit it. You've already fallen for me." With one swift move, Phantomflake pulled his shirt, closing their gaps as she crushed her lips against his lips. Surprisingly, Nathan just found himself responding to her. He lost! He couldn't resist her. ===== I owned the Book Cover (=";"=) Artist: Bea Cortez Join Author's server to get updates and announcements about the book. Discord link: https://discord.gg/WymeFaeQe

"It flow roughly doesn't empathize what in front of it, time move without rest, we move to shape our world and how strong willed you're to create, it will always create the opposite side of your creation to be paired with. "

Carn wakes up from a vivid dream where he spent a thousand years as a gargoyle, guarding a demon lord's tomb. In this dream, he possessed supernatural powers, including the ability to teleport and instantly kill anyone within range who broke eye contact with him. Heroes, saintesses, adventurers, all fell before him. When he returns to his normal life, things take a strange turn. Carn realizes he still has the gargoyle’s powers, and the world he has woken up to seems different. But adjusting to the new reality is not the real issue. Carn brings back something nobody in this world has imagined. Not only he imports his powers to this alternate Earth, but he also carries over his gargoyle instinct and his hobby. He loves snapping human necks. Whether it's ordinary humans, explorers, super soldiers, cyborgs, mutated beasts, monsters, or mysterious entities from other dimensions, Carn eagerly anticipates snapping their necks, one neck at a time... In secret, of course.

Marrying the horrendous King of Lievca couldn't get any worse since Elsie, the white princess of Sevannah, had heard a myriad of tales about the unfortunate demise of Lievca's Queen that had plagued the Kingdom half a decade ago. And Moon, never has she ever thought her life would play a sick game on her that has her thrown into the high walls of The Great Lievca. Never in her wildest dreams, Elsie had ever imagined she would end up baring her neck to the mysterious monarch of Lievca to mark her as his, which very much could grant her a death sentence.

Su Qian secara tidak sengaja memasuki grup obrolan khusus, dan dia adalah satu-satunya di grup yang belum melakukan perjalanan melintasi waktu? [Saya bepergian ke ujung dunia, di mana persediaan makanan terbatas dan saya tidak bisa makan cukup! ! ] [Saya melakukan perjalanan ke zaman kuno dan menjadi putri pengganti. Tiga istri dan empat selir, aku benar-benar tidak bisa melawan mereka! ! ! ] [Apakah saya sama sengsaranya dengan saya? Saya melakukan perjalanan ke dunia budidaya makhluk abadi dan menjadi penjahat umpan meriam...] Su Qian: [Kalian semua pernah melakukan perjalanan melintasi waktu? Tapi aku di Bumi? ] ... [Kakak, apakah kamu di Bumi? ! Asli atau palsu? Kirimkan aku makanan dan aku akan menukarnya denganmu dengan emas! ! ! ] [Ding! Menerima amplop merah (seratus tael emas) dari seorang musafir kiamat. ] ... Sejak saat itu, Su Qian memulai kehidupan pertukaran sumber daya dan kecurangan untuk menjadi kaya. Beras, tepung, biji-bijian, minyak dan air mineral ditukar dengan emas, perak dan perhiasan dengan para musafir apokaliptik. Ayam goreng, teh susu, dan hot pot kecil, serta bertukar pil kecantikan dengan pengelana abadi. Jajanan mahjong dalam Legenda Zhen Huan, bertukar perhiasan istana dengan penjelajah zaman kuno. ... Penjelajah dunia budidaya keabadian: "Tolong! Sepertinya aku tidak sengaja mengirimkan tuanku kepadamu selama pertukaran terakhir! " ! ! Dia diam-diam melirik pria yang sedang makan ayam goreng dan minum teh susu. Dia sangat tampan. Apakah Anda ingin mengirimnya kembali

'Hell is empty and all the devils are here.' -- Williams Shakespeare --- "Should I dip my hands in holy water so I can touch you?" His breath fanned her neck as he spoke close to her ear, causing an anxious shiver to run down her spine. Her eyes widened before narrowing slightly. "You are crazy." She whispered back with a shaking voice. "Why?" He asked, awed. His eyes now staring at her. "Because you would get burned." --- Opposites attract. That’s what everyone says, but light and darkness are two very contrasting entities. Annabelle is the perfect definition of pure and innocent, while on the other hand, Kione is the opposite of that—dark and a devil with an angelic appearance. Too forbidden to be a perfect match.

A compelling and ravishing love story collection of LGBTQ+ short stories that invites you to explore the diverse and new experiences. Although there are few of them smoking hot but some are soft-Love stories. "Mature Content And NO Rape", Totally fictional Short-Stories Series 1)Front Desk Letters. 2) Pride and Perceptions. These stories are not only windows into unique journeys but also reflections of universal desires for love, acceptance, and belonging. Together, we hope to contribute to a world where every individual, irrespective of their gender identity or sexual orientation, can live authentically, love wholeheartedly, and find the acceptance they deserve.

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

Visceral jolts of electricity course through my veins, sending signals of pain up my arms and even further to the rest of my body, smoking, burning and scorching my upper chest, neck and both of my arms not even giving me a second of rest. With the cold air of the sea gliding over my still smouldering wounds, the stench of burnt flesh invades my nostrils. As my vision starts to blur, my eyes drift towards a flag flying in tangent with the waves, the colours so distinct they still stay with me to this day, a dark crimson, a jet black and frost white being sparingly used.

From a feared Yakuza heir to an unserious dog, life’s been a real downgrade for our MC. But just when things couldn’t get weirder, he’s sucked into Korentora, a world of hybrid weirdos and endless war. Now rocking a half-dog, half-human body, he’s crowned a “Hero” and forced to fight for survival or get wiped from existence. With a mad dog leader breathing down his neck and a shady AI assistant calling the shots, it’s chaos, comedy, and questionable life choices all the way. Hound+ is a laugh-out-loud romp through absurdity, action, and the ultimate doggy dilemma: How do you save the world when you’d rather just nap?