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Don T Blame Me

Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!

Su Jie, capable of traveling between Blue Star and the Cultivation World, discovered that cultivation was just too difficult. Spirit Pills, Magic Artifacts, Pocket Worlds, and inherent comprehension—each was a mountain on the long road to immortality. Not until Su Jie found out that Demon Cultivators refined corpses by killing, extracted souls to cultivate fiends, and used fear as sustenance for their cultivation. Need souls to consecrate a Soul Summoning Banner? Get to know the pig farms that slaughter millions of pigs a year. Need human fear to cultivate fierce ghosts? Stock up on ghost houses, horror films, and horror games... Need fresh blood for Demon Techniques? Across the ocean, America is the world's largest grey market blood transfusion station... ...... Years later. "You devil, how many people have you killed? And you still have the face to call yourself a good person? Pah, today I shall act on behalf of heaven to mete out justice." The Tianyuan World's most beautiful person's eyebrows were furrowed with rage, as she stared at the terrifying Devil before her, enveloped in wronged souls, with thousands of ghosts parading on his Soul Banner, seated in a palace made of bones, she posed her soulful question. The Devil slowly stood up and pulled out a business card that read "Hua Country's Philanthropist of the Year / Founder of the World's Largest Chain of Ghost Houses / Owner of Blue Star's Largest Livestock Slaughter Business / Emerging Tycoon of the Entertainment Industry." "You see, I'm really not a devil, okay? Nowadays, who still uses such a lowly method as killing people to cultivate as a devil!"
Jade Brocade Sword · 1.1M Views

Please don't go

Sanchez Oliver Twist is the young, charismatic heir to Cruz Oil, one of the largest companies in Europe. Born into unimaginable wealth and privilege, his life takes a tragic turn when a devastating car crash claims his entire family. Left to shoulder the immense weight of his family's legacy, Sanchez makes the painful decision to sever ties with Susan Hopkins, his childhood sweetheart and the only person who ever truly understood him. Susan Hopkins, a half-Indian, half-American woman, grew up alongside Sanchez in London. Her father, a business partner to the Cruz family, ensured their families were deeply intertwined. As children, Susan and Sanchez shared an unbreakable bond, and as teenagers, they fell in love. But when Sanchez disappeared without explanation, Susan was left heartbroken, believing he had abandoned her. Years later, their paths cross again. Susan, now a successful entrepreneur, returns to London on business, determined to confront Sanchez and the wounds he left behind. But neither of them is prepared for the emotions that resurface—or the secrets that come to light. As they navigate their complicated history, family betrayals, and the pressures of their respective legacies, Sanchez and Susan must decide whether the love they once shared is worth fighting for or if some wounds are simply too deep to heal. “Please Don’t Go” is a heart-wrenching tale of love, loss, and redemption that explores the enduring power of first love and the courage it takes to confront the past.
DaoistGmh9pG · 3.6K Views

Dangerous: Don't cross the line!

* At night He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms: For the first time, no staying overnight. The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side. Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level. No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders. And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice. *During daytime He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, “Hello, Grace.” Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out. In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze. Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs. Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”
Katubari · 1.3K Views
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