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Lifehack To Hold Shit In While In Meeitng

The vampire girl, who don't give a shit.

note: i was going to go for "new life, who dis" for the title. but didn't cause . . . it tells nothing. also i am shit at Synopsis p.s this is not going to be serious at all. writing serious scene's aint my style. its like a half crack fic. ### oh no, i have died. oh no, i have been reincarnated into a fantasy world. oh no, i am a vampire . . . do i care? abso-fucking-lutely not. i may be a "monster" but that wont stop me from my goal what that goal might be you ask? getting laid. ### Our MC, a lazy, perverted high school girl (who might i add, is hella into Yuri), meets an untimely end after making a joke that the universe deem too shitty for her too live. (or maybe because she was too lazy? too mean? idk The universe works in mysterious ways) as her eye's flash before her eye's she had one complaint about it "damn, why was i bitchless" and that was it as her life was snuffed out due to her injuries, now only a dark void filled with nothing remained . . . . . . . . . light erupted into her vision as their eye's fluttered open once again. and they regret that instantly as the sun burns there eye's Disoriented, the mc realises that this is not earth. Why? Because a rabbit with a club the fucking size of that mother fucking comically large spoon, is charging straight at them, aiming to snuff that once re-lit flame out. the mc is definitely not going to die again . . . no, not just yet, a certain overpowered being needed some entertainment from her. but that doesn't mean she will get an easy life though, no . . . the entity's gotta make it an entertaining story to watch. so on her second death bed (a literal patch of grass in the middle of a forest in the middle of another world) time stops and a very familiar semi-transparent screen formed infront of her eye's (think of the screen from ORV or Solo levelling. something like htat) well done for being the host to the ULTIMATE DELUXE SUPER FABULICE VAMPIRE SYSTEM "is this a fucking joke? Am i a joke to you?" Yes "ah, i see" since the host is in danger and has not fucking clue how to fight "hey, i took karate when i was 10!" . . . noted . . . since the host has a fighting ability THAT IS NOT ON THE LEVEL to combat the enemy at this very moment. the system will take over host body temporally. "wait what!?!?" :) ### Warnings i am not, a good writer. perverted mc maybe harem (i dislike harem cause usually any time there is a harem, each member is bland as fuck, so most is gonna be 3 other people) do not take this seriously, this might as well be a crack fic with no fic and toned down a couple levels. OP mc the mc will get item's/powers of characters from different anime's/show's/movie's. no characters though. took ideas from some manwha (cough cough solo leveling) and a few others for the world. but atleast it isn't a carbon copy like most . . . all manhwa (like every single one has something from solo levelling in it.) (the world will be orignal, characters too. but the powers wont)
spider_lover · 3.3K Views

LOVE IN HATE IN LOVE

"Either you love me or you hate me. It doesn't matter because you will end up with me. You would always end up with me, Maximus D'Arco." She plastered a wicked smile as she responded his cold, hard stare that she knew he was trying not to strangle her. He wouldn't because he was such a gentleman not to hurt her physically. But emotionally? Well...that was a whole other matter. ------------- Aurora Fontalva, an arrogant heiress of the Stellare Creations. She had everything in life, except the heart of a certain man. She only wants Max. He's her childhood crush and turned first love when they grew up. But how can she make him love her if he has someone else already? A girlfriend he loves. But that doesn’t matter, for she’s willing to do everything to have him. Maximus D’Arco. One of the EcoSource princes. He’s almost the perfect son and has a princely personality. Except that he had a secret girlfriend hidden from everyone. When Aurora found out, everything turned upside down. The woman even blackmailed him to marry her or his girlfriend would suffer. She wanted him to love her. Why would he fall for someone who doesn’t even care what he wants, let alone about his feelings? Only his girlfriend does. Is there really a thin line between love and hate? What if the thread breaks? --------------- AN: This novel isn't your typical romance. It tackles twisted love and lust. There could be sensitive cases. You've been warned. And lastly, sexy scenes.
IzannahFrame · 3.7K Views

Marrying The Richest Man While Pregnant

"The Fang family had two daughters. Their youngest daughter, Fang Yan, was known for her beauty. Rumor had it that she was indescribably beautiful. However, the eldest daughter of the Fang family, Fang Liu, had a low IQ since she was young and only started to speak when she was eight years old. Her parents regarded her as a burden while the outside world treated her as a laughing stock. However, no one knew that Fang Liu was an ultimate prodigy whose intelligence merely developed late. Afterward, Fang Liu got pregnant for no reason. Four months into her pregnancy, her parents forced her to marry the richest man in South City, the Mo family. Rumors had it that her husband was an old man who had been paralyzed in bed since the age of seven. Unexpectedly, when Fang Liu married into the Mo family, she found out that not only was her husband not an old man, he was also extremely handsome. He was the Young Master of the Mo family that everyone admired—Mo Yu! Moreover, Fang Liu's child was not even Mo Yu's, but Young Master Mo did not seem to mind? Mo Yu even declared in front of everyone, ""Although the child isn't mine, the wife is mine!"" Everyone else, ""Young Master Mo is too honest!"" After Fang Liu got married, Young Master Mo doted on her so much that even she was moved. She had found a great stepfather for her child! A few months later, Fang Liu looked at her newborn's face and it nearly felt like she was looking at a miniature version of Mo Yu. Fang Liu, ""Didn't you claim that the child isn't yours?"" Mo Yu shrugged. ""I was just spouting nonsense."" It turned out that there was no such thing as the right person at the right time at the right place. It was all premeditated. ""It's because I love you that I've tried everything I can; I endured all the criticism for my only wish is to have you as mine."" "
JQK · 2.3M Views

How To Fall In Love With Eyes

Yeon-Jun Shin works as a talented barista at a cozy coffee shop nestled in a bustling neighborhood. His life has been shaped by a challenging reality—he lives with selective mutism, a condition that emerged from the deep-rooted trauma he faced during his childhood. After enduring significant hardships, Yeon-Jun was fortunate to be adopted by the father of Sung-Hoon Cha, the ambitious young entrepreneur who owns the coffee shop where he now flourishes. Despite his struggles, Yeon-Jun has quietly become a beloved figure among the patrons, drawing them in with his exceptional brewing skills and strikingly good looks. However, Yeon-Jun's tranquil existence is disrupted when he crosses paths with Woo-San Kim, a man of considerable wealth and influence. Woo-San hails from an illustrious lineage, being an eighth-generation chaebol, and currently holds a prestigious position in the media sector. Despite his high status and the expectations that come with it, he harbors a simple yet profound passion—he relishes the experience of sipping a perfectly crafted coffee at his favorite local café. More than just the coffee itself, he finds himself inexplicably drawn to Yeon-Jun, the enigmatic barista who serves him. Though they share many moments in the coffee shop, their interactions remain silent, marked only by Woo-San's lingering gaze fixated on Yeon-Jun behind the counter. Something about Yeon-Jun captivates him—perhaps it’s the way his eyes light up while expertly preparing a latte or the serene aura he projects amid the café's lively atmosphere. However, this budding connection takes an unexpected turn when Woo-San's grandfather, intent on preserving the family's honorable legacy, imposes an arranged marriage upon him. Caught in an emotional whirlwind, Woo-San faces a profound dilemma: should he regard the weight of familial duty and embrace a life scripted by tradition, or follow the uncharted path that his heart seems to beckon him toward—toward Yeon-Jun? As each day unfolds, he must navigate the complexities of obligation and desire, weighing his grandfather's demands against the quiet yet stirring bond he has formed with the barista. In a world governed by riches and expectations, what choice will Woo-San ultimately make? But there is also something else that connects them all together. Something that cannot be abandoned, neither by Yeon-Jun nor by Woo-San, but they're hiding it from each other. Will they become vulnerable enough to share it, or will a passion to reveal this secret destroy everything between them?
Evan_Jason · 2.3K Views

Ancient Legends: I Am Stuck in The Heavenly Dao System(on hold)

Home Series Benefits Academy Ancient Legends System and Superpowers Edit In the vast expanse of the multiverse, where celestial realms rise and fall like passing clouds, an unfathomable event shakes the foundation of existence. A man from modern Earth unexpectedly transmigrates—not as a mighty cultivator, not as a supreme dragon-blooded emperor, but as the very core of the Heavenly Dao System itself. His new name? Bu Kedian (必可殿) — "Inevitable." But there’s a problem. Without a host, he cannot manifest his true power, let alone ascend to become the ultimate Heavenly Dao of the multiverse. Stuck as a self-aware, sarcastic Dao system, he must guide a worthy cultivator to supremacy. Only then can he fully integrate with reality, rewrite the laws of existence, and ensure that all things—even fate itself—bow before his will. Enter his chosen host: Wo Kedian (我可殿) — "I Am Inevitable Indeed." A rogue cultivator with zero patience, insane luck, and a fist that even the heavens fear, Wo Kedian stumbles upon the system while running from a thousand angry sect disciples (who may or may not have lost their sacred treasures to his accidental borrowing). Together, they must navigate treacherous cultivation realms, outwit scheming immortals, battle ancient evils, and unlock forbidden secrets that were never meant to be discovered. But as Bu Kedian guides Wo Kedian to godhood, he realizes a terrifying truth: something is watching. An unseen force lurks beyond the Heavenly Dao, twisting fate, and threatening to destroy everything before he can complete his mission. Now, both of them must evolve beyond the limits of cultivation itself. One as the Ultimate Heavenly Dao. The other as the First Mortal to Challenge Fate Itself. Fists will fly. Dao will shatter. Comedy will ensue. And in the end... The multiverse will never be the same again. Read less
DaoSeekerDaoist · 2.8K Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 707.2K Views
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