Josiewatching Twitch

After being reborn, Bella Green is determined to punish the scum, slap faces, and sing her way to the pinnacle of life. However, she is accidentally picked up by the person she least wants to see and taken home as a cheap 'brother.' Faced with the naughty yet particularly disobedient little Demon King, Mason Bennett sternly instructs: "No fighting, no skipping class, no dating!" One day, the little Demon King shows up on television in a stunning long dress, and Mason Bennett is furious, immediately tying her up and bringing her home for an in-depth lesson!! Looking at her suitors who were beaten up and unable to take care of themselves, Bella's eye twitches, what about the promise of no fighting? Being forcibly dragged out of the classroom and carried home by a certain jealous king while attending class, what about the promise of no skipping classes? Finally coaxed and deceived into the civil affairs bureau, Bella teared up, damn it, what about the promise of no dating!!!

The interview begins: "Boss Gu, what is your view on pursuing women?" "The most important thing is loyalty and protection." The man turned his head to look at the petite woman beside him, his deep-set eyes glowing with utmost affection. "He's obviously cunning and shameless, relentlessly dealing with both friends and in-laws, without any limits..." Shang Xixia's smile was brilliant, but her slightly twitching lips betrayed her silent complaints. "Boss Gu, why did you choose to inherit and manage the Gu Group?" "There are many ways to live life, I want to..." Gu Jingchen's lips curved slightly, exuding a calm elegance. "If I couldn't be at home all the time, Continuing her inner complaints, Shang Xixia glanced with great grievance at the man beside her. ... The most beautiful love is when, after growing up, you are still my beloved childhood sweetheart.

She doesn’t remember who she is. He wants to prove himself. And the Perennial Forest is done waiting. Pecola is blind. But her world is far from dark. Haunted by glowing spirits called Breaths and chased by flickers of forgotten memories, she enters a forest no one returns from—except her. And she has no idea why. Antic is trouble with a smirk. He’s not cursed—just clumsy, chaotic, and not nearly as powerful as the warriors in his realm want him to be. When his family is destroyed by a rival clan, all he wants is revenge... until he meets her. Together, they stumble into a journey neither of them asked for—guided by a porcelain doll with abandonment issues (Dolly), a grim-faced swordsman with secrets (Grin), and the dangerous, sensual magic of a world built on memory, grief, and desire. QUICK PEAK: "Don't move," Antic said, voice low. Pecola froze mid-step. "Why?" "Because," he whispered, eyes locked on her, "if you take one more step in that dress, I might combust." She tilted her head, blank as always. "Combust?" He nodded, nose already bleeding. "Tragically. Violently. With a little sparkle." A beat. Her lip twitched. "You're disgusting." "I'm aware," he said, wiping his face with the back of his hand, "but I'm also charming. And very, very emotionally unstable. So please, keep talking." A ghost screamed in the distance. Neither of them looked.

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"

After Mo Tianzun -the feared Demon Lord- fell to the sword of Liu Shengjie, the martial world breathed a sigh of relief. The Spirit Realm, once shattered by war, began to rebuild. Peace reigned for the first time in a thousand years. Without the threat of demons, cultivators flourished, and the balance between realms was restored. But peace is never eternal. Deep within the sacred grounds of the Yunxiao Healer Sect, a young prince named Lin Xuanji opened his eyes. His vision was unfamiliar, yet the face he saw in the bronze mirror was hauntingly similar-refined, beautiful, a mirror of the demon he once was. Gone was the stark white hair of the Demon Lord. Now, jet-black strands framed his youthful face. His body felt unfamiliar... and yet, when he summoned his qi, the power surged through his meridians-untamed, immense, his former strength intact. He was reborn. Mo Tianzun, the once-invincible Demon Lord, now inhabited the body of Lin Xuanji-the weakest prince of the Yunxiao Sect, a laughingstock among cultivators. "Weakling prince?" Mo's eye twitched. "They dare... call me that?" Though furious, he knew better than to reveal his true nature. For now, he'd play the fool. Let them mock. He would bide his time, regain his influence, and reclaim his destiny. As he sat in meditation, refining his qi in silence, a sudden voice echoed through the room. "Greetings, host." Startled, Mo's-no, Lin Xuanji's-eyes flew open. "Who's there?" No one. But then, above his head, a shimmering blue screen flickered into view. > [Welcome to the System!] Main Quest: Make Crown Prince Zhao Longxuan fall in love with you-and only you. Objective: Become the prince's sole consort, and ascend as the queen-with zero concubines. "...What the fuck?!" Mo Tianzun, the terror of three realms, screamed into the void. ———— Image Credit: The book cover/photo is not mine; full credit goes to the rightful owner. Please do not share, copy, or redistribute this work without the author's explicit permission.

The sky smelled different. When Li Xiu opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was not the sky’s brightness or the canopy of unfamiliar leaves above him, but the scent—earthy, humid, sharp like crushed bark and smoke. Then came the pain. A dull ache pulsed behind his temples, like someone had struck him with a rock. He sat up groggily, wincing as dizziness made his vision swim. His hands were small. His arms—thin. His feet bare, caked with dried mud. He looked down at his body. It was… wrong. Too small. Too light. Like the limbs of a malnourished child. And then, the memories hit. Not his memories. Not all at once, but in fragments—mud huts and fire pits, cold streams and stone knives. A hunting spear too heavy to lift. A group of children laughing and shouting, calling him names in a tongue that he somehow understood. “Mu,” they called him. “Grass-Eater.” “Idiot.” “The one who spits meat.” Li Xiu clutched his head, panting. This wasn’t a dream. He had died. Or perhaps not quite died—but his body was gone. Left behind in some sterile lab, slumped over a desk cluttered with microgrid diagrams and empty coffee cups. And now, somehow, he had awoken in this world—no, in this body. The village was already awake. Smoke curled from cooking fires, and the scent of roasted meat drifted from the central pit. Women with painted faces stirred thick broth in stone pots. Men returned from the morning hunt dragging the carcass of something that looked like a cross between a deer and a boar, its tusks nearly as long as a man’s arm. A tall man—broad-shouldered, dark-eyed—spotted him and sneered. “Mu,” he barked, tossing something at his feet. A hunk of half-raw meat. “Eat, before the dogs do it for you.” Li Xiu stared at the meat, throat dry. It stank. He could see flies already gathering at the edges, and the fat was still twitching from leftover nerve reflexes. His stomach turned. He remembered, vaguely, that Mu—the original owner of this body—had always refused meat. Or more precisely, his body had refused it. Sensitive digestion. Vomiting. Nausea. The tribe believed it was weakness. Uselessness. A soul not worth calling back from the womb. But the original Mu hadn’t been able to explain it. Li Xiu could. He understood the importance of balance, of nutrition, of edible plants rich in minerals. He remembered how certain roots could be dried into powder, how leaves could be used to prevent infection. But in this world, none of that mattered. Meat was the food of warriors. Meat was the gift of the gods. Chewing leaves? That was for deer. Or worse, for idiots like him. Still, hunger gnawed at him. He turned from the meat and wandered toward the outer edge of the village, where the moss grew thick and the children rarely played. He crouched by a familiar patch of herbs—low-growing stalks with broad, silvery leaves. He recognized the scent: wild yarrow. Good for digestion. Slightly bitter. Edible. He plucked a handful and chewed thoughtfully, ignoring the whispers that followed him. “There goes the grass-boy again.” “Is he even human?” “He must be cursed.” Li Xiu didn’t reply. He sat on a flat stone beside the creek, watching the water ripple past, chewing slowly. His mind, though disoriented, remained sharp. This body might be young, small, and weak—but it had survived. For years. Alone in a tribe that mocked it. Somehow, Mu had lived with nothing but plants and scraps, instincts, and a strange sense of calm. And now, Li Xiu had inherited all that. He looked down at his stained hands, then at the huts in the distance, smoke curling against the morning sky. This wasn’t the life he had planned. But maybe… just maybe… It was a life he could rebuild. Not through hunting. Not through violence or brute strength. But through something far more enduring. Knowledge. And if all he had, for now, were weeds and roots and a brain full of engineering theory— Then so be it. The idiot boy who ate grass would

[AUTHOR NOTE, REFRESH YOUR READING LIST, CHAPTER 45 TO 53 UPDATED AND FIXED] [Author Note: Vol 2 has started, NTR, CUCKOLD AND TABOO] All fictional characters are above 18 [WARNING THIS NOVEL IS A SEX NOVEL WHICH INCLUDES SEX CONTENT] Arthur's head hurt like crazy as he woke up. He kept his eyes closed, rubbing his temples and feeling a super comfy bed under him - definitely not his cheap mattress back home. "What the hell...?" he mumbled as he finally looked around. He was in some rich person's bedroom with a fancy four-poster bed and red silk sheets. Sunlight came through pretty stained glass windows, making red patterns on the marble floor. Everything screamed royalty - fancy mirrors, portraits of hunting scenes, and even a painting of a barely-dressed goddess that seemed to be watching him. "How did I get here?" Arthur wondered, getting out of bed. "I definitely drank too much at Mark's party last night" The last thing he remembered was almost getting hit by a car while crossing the street. Looking in a mirror, he got another shock. He didn't look like himself at all! Instead of being skinny with acne scars, he now had muscles, clear skin with just one cool scar on his jaw, with a reddish brown hair, and green eyes. "Damn, I'm hot," he said, touching the scar. For a moment, he remembered his old life. He pushed up his glasses. Kids made fun of him. Jessica laughed at him when he asked her out. "Like I'd be with a loser like you," she told him. Suddenly Arthur realized what was happening. "I've been transported to another world! Just like in those stories online!" He spun around excitedly. "I must be someone important here. This is gonna be so cool! Watch out, fantasy world, your new hero has arrived!" Right then, blue text appeared floating in front of him: [System Starting Up...] [Host Found: Prince Arthur Lionheart] [Soul Check: Person from Another World] [Magic Type: Incubus Powers Activated] "Incubus?" Arthur asked in shock. "Like, those demons that seduce people?" [That's right. Your family's magic has changed because of your Earth soul's hidden desires. Congrats on finding your true potential.] "Can I change it? I want to be a cool battle wizard or something!" [Not possible. Your soul has permanently connected to the Incubus powers. Accept it - your charm is your weapon, attraction is your shield.] "Fuck," Arthur groaned. [Exactly. The more sexual intimacy you have, the stronger you'll become.] Arthur's eye twitched. "Very funny. Just... tell me what I can actually do."

"Thank you. Well, now that I've managed to ruin breakfast," Lyra began, attempting a sheepish smile. "Apologies for that, by the way…" She tilted her head slightly, trying to come across as both remorseful and adorable. Elias didn't miss a beat. "Oh, you apologise in your world? I thought it was a foreign concept to you." Lyra raised an eyebrow. "Uh… am I missing something? Am I supposed to owe you any other apology aside from this?" She gestured dramatically at the battlefield formerly known as the breakfast table. "I guess we can consider bumping into a man while stark naked the norm in your world, then?" Lyra's jaw dropped in outrage, and she immediately slapped her palm to the table. "Bumping? You bumped into me! You were in the room without knocking!!! You wanted to see me naked!!!" "Oh, speak a little bit louder," he said in a low, venomously sarcastic tone. "I don't think the entire castle heard you. Please, by all means—broadcast to the staff, the kitchen, the stables—that you, an unmarried lady… yes?... were alone in a room with a bachelor. Oh wait, naked!" He leaned in with a smirk. "That's not the scandal of the century. So go on… speak even louder. Maybe the bards will write a song about it." Lyra narrowed her eyes at him. "You're an asshole," she said.  "You're a constipated… sad… pompous… asshole!!! You know that?" she shot back, rising to her feet. Thaddeus, who had quietly been trying to clean up the spill without being noticed, froze in place. How is it that anyone could speak to the prince this way? And get away with it. Even Lady Lirae, whom he was head over heels in love with wouldn't dare. "I wouldn't know…" Elias said, his lips twitching into a devilish smirk. "I have never peeked into an ass's hole before. Apparently, you have, seeing how you're being quite graphic. Tell me, Miss Lyra… what else did you find in there?" ***** Trapped in another world, where carriages are ridden instead of Ubers, Lily is apparently the doppelgänger of a missing/dead noblewoman. She meets the brooding, annoyingly handsome prince- Elias who is constantly amazed at how improper she is. But when Lyra finds out that Elias was on trial for the disappearance of her doppelganger. She is frightened into desperately finding a way out of the Cursed Terra Lucida. Elias offers her a deal, if she can pretend to be Lirae until he can find out what happened to her, then he would help her find her way back to her world. And so it begins, a fake engagement, a rushed wedding and the unravelling of a plot so evil, it would shake the entire Terra Lucida. WARNING; includes very sexy and steamy detailing.

Having a two-faced personality and being a liar is a sin? But for our main character Xia Yaoyao that is a need. It means that she can protect herself from people on her household that tried to do harm on her. From an early age, lying is just like breathing to her. She developed the skill to lie through her teeth without twitching. She appeared as a delicate girl that always has a smile plastered on her face but her true personality different from what she shows on the outside. 复黑 Black belly - They may appear to be nice but are actually wicked as the belly in the term means a hidden part of them. This is not a translation. This humble writer need to express her sorry if it's not up to your standard, Please excuse this humble writer's grammar as English is her third language. But overall, this humble writer wish that the readers can enjoy the story as much as how she enjoy writing it.

In the neon veins of a dying Japan, a drug is eating people alive. They call it Burn—a mind-altering substance that doesn't just destroy the body. It rewires the soul. Some users vanish. Others come back changed… their minds gone, their voices layered with static, their hands twitching like insects. Ren Arakida doesn’t work for the cops. He doesn’t believe in redemption. But he has a gift: when he touches someone’s hand, he sees what they’ve become. And with Burn, what they’ve become is inhuman. Alongside a fugitive cybernetic doctor and a rogue engineer who can turn junk into miracles, Ren runs Third Vein—a hidden clinic where the broken sometimes get one last chance. But the more cases they see, the clearer it becomes: Burn isn’t a drug. It’s a message. And it’s spreading.

Inola was just your typical beast kin orphan—ears too sharp, stomach too empty, and dreams far too big for the crumbling orphanage she called home. The place was run by a greasy baron with a combover and a crooked smile, who made sure the kids knew the value of silence, obedience, and cheap labor. But today—today was her thirteenth birthday. And somehow, today also happened to be the day she found herself standing in a line stretching halfway across the capital, clutching a ticket made of black silk and gilded gold leaf. Her fingers trembled just holding it. Everyone else in line stared like she’d grown wings and started breathing fire. She still didn’t know how this happened. All she did was help a sweet old lady cross the road yesterday. The carts had been fast, the rain had been pouring, and she’d nearly slipped twice. But the old lady had smiled, warm as cinnamon bread, and handed her the strange ticket without another word before disappearing into the alleyways. It wasn’t until this morning that Inola learned who that old woman was. The former Queen of Vaerindale. Disguised and wandering the city for her own mysterious reasons. And that ticket? A personal invitation—one of only thirteen—to enter the newly discovered Mythic Dungeon before anyone else. A dungeon no one had survived exploring. A dungeon rumored to contain Essence Stones—ancient artifacts of unimaginable power, used to forge custom classes with limitless potential. And Inola, ragged boots and patched coat and all, was going in as a scout. Well… whatever. Life hadn’t exactly offered her many handouts before, so this? This was a miracle. And she wasn’t about to waste it. Her claws flexed. Her tail twitched with anticipation. “I’m going to make a better life for myself. Even if I have to claw it out of the dungeon with my bare hands.” Read as this fox kin becomes the most powerful illusion-type classer as she masters how to bend reality with her Phantom Weaver of the Veiled Eclipse class.

When I woke up, I was still covered in glitter. And not like cool anime afterglow glitter. This was shame glitter. Sticky. Cursed. Eternal. “System…” I croaked. “Am I dead?” Status: You’re alive. Barely. Dignity: Deceased. I sat up in the crater, back cracking like popcorn. Across from me, Vex was still embedded in the metal wall. She twitched. Groaned. Alive. Somehow. Note to self: Rubber chickens are now S-class weapons. I wobbled to my feet, still riding the high of a half-dead win. My Core was faintly glowing—a dull, exhausted purple like it had just run a marathon while telling knock-knock jokes. And that’s when the sky glitched. Literally.

The hum of the coffee shop was like any other a blend of clinking cups, hushed conversations, and the soft swish of the barista’s apron as they moved behind the counter. Adrian strode in, his sharp gaze barely flicking toward the order board as he walked past the line of people. His mind was preoccupied, his phone held firmly in one hand, eyes scanning through an email from his company’s legal team. He was too distracted by his thoughts to notice the petite figure standing in his path until it was too late. A gasp broke through the air, followed by the unmistakable sound of liquid splashing. Adrian's body jerked, the scalding hot coffee sloshing onto his dark gray suit just as his phone flew out of his hand. “Shit!” came the voice, soft but hurried, as the person in question scrambled to steady their own coffee cup and avoid more damage. Adrian barely had time to react as a small figure stepped back, eyes wide with panic. "I.I’m so sorry!" The voice trembled, and Adrian finally looked up to meet the wide, apologetic eyes of the person who had crashed into him. His gaze softened as he saw the clear panic on the other person’s face. The person in front of him was a young man slender, with messy dark hair and a few stray strands falling into his face. His eyes, a warm shade of brown, flicked nervously from the coffee splattered on Adrian’s suit to Adrian’s face. His lips parted in a silent apology as he clutched the coffee cup, looking for something to say, but the words seemed to fail him. Adrian’s frown deepened, his suit already ruined, but the surprise of the moment faded quickly. He tilted his head slightly, giving the man a once-over. "Are you alright?" Adrian asked, voice calm yet with an edge of amusement, despite the ruined suit. He reached for the napkins on the counter to dab at the coffee stains. The guy blinked rapidly, as if processing Adrian’s question. “Yeah, I... I mean, yeah, but oh god, your suit! I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention!” His hands fluttered in the air awkwardly as he stepped forward, his movements frantic. Adrian couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “It’s fine, really. I’ve had worse.” His voice held a quiet authority, but something in his expression softened. He took a breath and added, “Not the first time something like this has happened.” The young man Kai, as Adrian now saw on his name tag bit his lip and exhaled a shaky breath. "I'm so embarrassed. I swear, I’m usually more careful." He finally seemed to calm down a little, though his nervousness lingered. Adrian couldn’t resist. “Seems like you’re a little distracted. What’s going on in that head of yours?” Kai blinked again, almost flustered. "Huh? Oh. Just... life, you know?" He laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Work stuff... which is apparently bad luck today.” He pointed toward the stain on Adrian’s suit, his fingers twitching nervously. Adrian’s eyebrow arched. “Work stuff, huh? What do you do?” Kai hesitated for a moment. “Uh... marketing. At... uh, a company. Not nearly as cool as... whatever it is you do.” Adrian chuckled again, shaking his head. “I’ll say this, though: I’m not in the marketing game. I’m actually... not great with people, so let’s just say you got me at a good moment. A coffee spill’s the least of my problems today.” His voice was smooth, almost teasing as he finally took in Kai’s nervousness. Kai looked embarrassed but a little relieved. “Well, if it helps, I’ll pay for a new suit?” “Too much of a hassle,” Adrian replied. “But you do owe me a drink. How about we get one sometime this weekend?” Kai blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Wait, you mean... after spilling coffee all over you?” Adrian smiled, a sly glint in his eyes. “Well, if you’re willing to make it up to me, why not?” Kai’s hesitation was palpable, but there was a playful curiosity there now, his shoulders relaxing as he gave a half-hearted laugh. “I’ll be honest, I wasn't expecting that...

My fingers twitch with rage as I tilt my head at him. " Don't let yourself become the monster your mother wa---" His head lays bare on the floor with blood dripping out . My smirk widens as I scrape the blood against his jacket . "Poor thing , didn't even let you have your last wish , due to your foul mouth,love your style though " My foot strangles his body as i walk out.

Thanks for the detailed prologue! Here's a follow-up 2000-word continuation of your story, picking up from the end of the previous scene: --- Chapter One: The Test Begins The halls of U.A. High School buzzed as students exchanged whispers about the new combat instructor. Logan's imposing presence had struck a chord deep within the hearts of Class 1-A, and even the most spirited among them, like Bakugo, had been momentarily silent after his introduction. Now, they waited — some anxiously, others with fierce resolve — for their first session under this mysterious warrior. The next day dawned crisp and clear. Morning rays glinted off the windows of the training grounds — or rather, a part of the facility students had rarely entered. It was the “Restricted Training Sector,” typically reserved for upperclassmen or emergency simulations. Aizawa led Class 1-A down the stone path that wound around the school building and stopped at a heavy metal door reinforced with shock-resistant plating. “You’ve trained in controlled environments,” Aizawa said, voice calm but firm. “Today, that changes. What lies behind this door isn’t a battlefield we’ve prepared for you — it’s one Logan designed. Go in expecting to be surprised.” With a click and a hiss of hydraulics, the door creaked open. Inside lay an urban warzone: crumbling buildings, overturned vehicles, smoke machines simulating burning debris, and hidden speakers emitting distant screams and explosions. It was a visceral, immersive replica of an actual crisis. Standing at the center, arms folded, was Logan. “Get in here,” he barked. The class stepped in, eyes scanning the chaos. Even Midoriya’s encyclopedic mind, so used to categorizing threats and building strategies, faltered for a second. Logan began to pace. “This is a simulation based on a real event. A quirk-powered terrorist group attacked a residential district. Civilians were trapped. The pro-heroes were overwhelmed. I’m not interested in who’s the strongest today — I’m interested in who thinks, who acts, and who breaks.” He turned to Aizawa. “They don’t know the rules yet?” Aizawa shook his head. “It’s all yours.” Logan nodded. “You’ll be operating in pairs, randomly assigned. Your job? Locate and evacuate civilians — marked dummies — while avoiding or neutralizing enemy threats. You’ll be scored on strategy, teamwork, and adaptability. Fail to act quickly or put your partner at risk, and you’ll be pulled out.” He paused. “And if you’re thinking this is like the rescue training you’ve done before, think again. This time, the threats fight back.” A panel opened in the wall, revealing humanoid combat drones — tall, heavily armored, some equipped with blunt-force weapons, others with mounted stun guns. A wave of unease rippled through the class. Even Bakugo's confident sneer twitched. Logan raised his voice. “Pairing list is on your comms. You’ve got five minutes. Move.” The students’ wrist-mounted comm devices blinked to life. Midoriya’s eyes scanned the screen. He was paired with Tokoyami. An odd combination — but intriguing. Tokoyami’s strategic darkness paired with Midoriya’s analytical mind might just be the edge they needed. Ochaco had been paired with Bakugo — a combination she clearly didn’t see coming, judging by her visible flinch. Bakugo, for his part, scoffed and turned away, muttering about “not babysitting.” Kirishima found himself with Yaoyorozu. Todoroki, surprisingly, was paired with Mineta — a move that clearly frustrated both of them for different reasons. Logan observed the reactions carefully. Each choice had been intentional. “Simulation starts in three... two... one...” The lights dimmed, the speakers blared the sound of collapsing buildings, and the class scattered into the mock urban warzone. --- Midoriya & Tokoyami “Let’s head east,” Midoriya whispered, crouching behind a collapsed bus. “We need high ground. Maybe from that half-standing apartment building we can get a layout.

The USB drive in her hand holds half the puzzle, but we need more. Vivienne's playing a game bigger than Horizon, bigger than us, and I'm done being her pawn. Isabella's gray eyes are locked on mine, steady, like she's ready to burn it all down. I hope she is. "We need the summit servers," I say, pocketing my phone. "They've got merger records. If Vivienne's hiding a partner, it's there." She nods, slipping the drive into her bag. "Tonight. Midnight. The server room's on Sublevel 2. I've got a keycard." I raise an eyebrow. "You've been planning this?" Her lips twitch, not quite a smile. "I don't trust my mother. Let's move." Isabella Moretti has been groomed for leadership since birth, and at the age of 28, she’s poised to take control of her family’s empire—the Moretti Conglomerate. But her world is anything but perfect. Her mother, Vivienne, is a cold matriarch who will do anything to maintain the family’s hold over their vast wealth. As Isabella juggles her corporate duties, she is drawn into a high-stakes business merger with Damien Cross, a billionaire who built his fortune from nothing. Their professional rivalry quickly turns personal, as undeniable chemistry sparks between them, complicating the corporate war they’re both engaged in.

What if the love you sacrificed everything for was doomed from the start? Born a Space Master, she can only fall in love once. The man she desires chooses another but still sacrifices his life to save hers. Unable to accept his death, the Space Master reverses time, determined to change his tragic fate. But each turn leads her to be reborn in a new place with no memories of the past. Fate keeps pulling her back to the same knight—only for the tragic ending to repeat. After hundreds of rebirths, exhaustion sets in, and she decides to give up on love, willing to live as a normal girl, incapable of feeling anything again. In her final life, she is reborn as Gwyneth, a bitter, disillusioned girl who doesn’t believe in love. She meets Clayton, a senior at the academy, a "good-for-nothing" with stunning cobalt-blue eyes, and though she falls for his beauty, his cowardice repulses her. But Gwyneth’s world shifts when she discovers that demon blood runs through her veins. And Clayton? He’s not the man he appears to be. Will she let her heart be moved once more? Or will she turn her back on love and embrace her destiny? Will she choose to become the Demon Monarch’s heir, conquering all realms, or remain the Space Master, risking everything to protect the world from the demon invasion? Blurp: “Senior Clay,” Gwen said, turning to him, “did you bring any money by chance?” Clayton gave her a deadpan look. “Do you think I had time to grab money when someone kidnapped me in broad daylight?” “For the last time,” she snapped, “I didn’t kidnap you. Why do I feel like you have a personal grudge against me?” “Well, perhaps it's because someone once used me as a betting tool? That was the first time I accepted a girl's confession, and she left before I even got her name.” Gwen flushed, caught off guard by his pointed remark. “Okay, I was wrong,” she admitted begrudgingly. “What do you want me to do to make it up to you?” “You don’t need to do anything,” he said, crossing his arms. “Because I don’t plan to forgive you.” Gwen’s eye twitched. Of all the people she’d met, none were as insufferable as this guy. Her fingers twitched, tempted to summon a fire spirit to scorch him or an ice spirit to freeze him solid. No, perhaps feeding him to a carnivorous plant spirit would be the most satisfying solution. Yet, even in her frustration, she couldn’t shake the strange feeling that she didn’t want him to hate her.

SYNOPSIS : They say power runs in blood, but so does pain. Elizabeth Ashford was born with everything—wealth, beauty, legacy. But the moment she came into the world, her mother left it. Then her grandparents were taken by a car crash, and the only person she had left—her father—slowly vanished behind boardroom doors and corporate burdens. Night after night, she waited at the dinner table with a tiny plate and wide eyes. But "next time" never came. Now at 21, she’s the future of the Ashford Conglomerate and a top student at the prestigious Valcrest University. Cold, graceful, untouchable. Her heart, once soft and full of hope, has turned to ice. Because she learned the hard way—depending on someone only leaves you alone in the end. But ice can crack. Especially when fire walks in with a smirk. Niklaus Devilson isn’t just another elite. He's the heir to the Ebon Court, the secret organization that controls the underworld—politics, mercenaries, medicine, hacking, science. A living ghost. Feared by nations. Worshipped in shadows. Known only by his alias: Mr. X. With snow-white hair, electric blue eyes, and a wicked grin, Nik is chaos in silk. A genius hacker. A master fighter. A playful storm wrapped in charm. Mischievous, unpredictable, and fiercely protective of those he loves. He lives to break rules—until he meets the one girl he can’t crack. She's ice. He's wildfire. And when their worlds collide, the game begins. EXCERPT : The grand gates of Valcrest University swung open with their usual drama, letting in the rich, the brilliant, and the obnoxiously fashionable. Elizabeth Ashford walked through like she owned the place—because, well, she kinda did. Long silver-blonde hair flowing, grey eyes sharp enough to slice egos in half. Her heels clacked like warning bells, and students parted like the Red Sea. Until someone didn’t. WHAM. A coffee cup went flying. She froze. A soft "Ow" followed. “I’m alive,” a voice groaned dramatically from the floor. “But my coffee’s dead. Rest in peace, Mocha Supreme.” Elizabeth looked down at the sprawled body in front of her—a tall guy with ridiculous white hair, sunglasses pushed up to his forehead, and the most annoyingly amused smile she’d ever seen. Niklaus Devilson. He blinked up at her from the marble floor. “Wow. Are you always this… aggressive on first dates, or am I just special?” She narrowed her eyes. “You walked into me.” He gasped, placing a hand on his heart like she’d insulted his ancestors. “You walked into me, Ice Queen. With malicious elegance.” A soft snort escaped her. Unfortunately. Nik sat up like he’d been struck by lightning. “Oh my god. You laughed. Was that a laugh? Should I call a doctor? Or my lawyer?” Elizabeth crossed her arms. “It was a nose exhale. Don’t get excited.” He stood up, leaned in, and whispered dramatically, “Too late. I’m emotionally invested.” She blinked once. “Seek therapy.” He grinned. “I would, but apparently you’re not taking new patients.” As he strolled away with a wink and no dignity, Elizabeth stood still for a second longer than necessary. Her lips twitched. Just a twitch. Maybe today wouldn't be so boring after all.

"Ugh... what the hell?" My skull felt like it was being used as a drum in some heavy metal concert. Every throb behind my eyes promised a full-blown explosion. And then it hit me—right. I drank way too much last night. Bits of memory came rushing back: a nightmare workday, my jackass boss dragging me to an “after party,” one drink turning into ten. Couldn't say no, not when a bonus—or respect—was on the line. I groaned and rubbed my temples. This wasn’t just a hangover. Something was wrong. My voice—raspy and strange—escaped without permission. I froze. That was my voice… but it didn’t sound like mine. I sat up too fast. The world tilted. And then—trees. Everywhere. What the—? I lived downtown. This was a forest. I staggered up, legs barely cooperating. The air was too clean, too fresh. Like sixth-grade camping-trip fresh. Then something moved. A lump of earth? No. It floated. Floated. Ding! A chime echoed in my head like a glitch in a video game. "What the hell..." Nothing around me changed—except a woman standing nearby. Calm. Like this was normal. She turned and raised an eyebrow. “You coming in or not?” Still dazed, I nodded and followed. Ding! “ShapeShifter ability added to the shop.” Shop? Then a robotic voice boomed in my head, smug and cheerful: “Welcome to the Distrust System, dear host. Your mission: gain distrust. The less you trust, the more you earn. Bonus: every time someone lies to you, their power is copied.” I caught one word. Money. My confusion snapped into interest. If there was cash in this madness, I was all ears. The woman finally glanced back, unimpressed by my staring. “Lost?” she asked, tone like velvet hiding a knife. “Me? Nah,” I said, smirking. “Still right here… looking at you.” Her eyes narrowed. Later, she stood in front of an empty table, once stacked with food. All gone. She hissed. “Was he fasting for ten years?!” Her stash—gone, devoured by me. Murder was now top of her to-do list. She glanced at me, slumped with a bloated stomach and snoring softly. “Disgusting human,” she muttered, already pulling a hidden blade from behind the wall. She crept into the room, raised the knife— Thunk. Right into the blanket. No scream. She yanked it back. Pillows. Her eye twitched. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” A voice murmured behind her, smug as hell: “You know, for someone planning murder, you’re really predictable.”

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“Rate that one,” Ethan whispered, sidling up to me as I tried to swallow my frustration. He gestured toward another girl walking by with her father—a tall man with a belly that strained his too-small suit jacket. “Girl’s a solid six,” Ethan murmured, barely holding back his grin. “Dad? Three. No, wait. Two-point-five. Those shoes are a crime.” “Piss off,” I hissed, though the corner of my mouth twitched. Teely joined him, holding two champagne flutes, one of which she offered to me. “You look like you need it.” “Gee, thanks,” I muttered, downing the drink in one go. It didn’t help. Teely laughed softly. “Relax, Luca. You’ll survive this. Probably.” “Only because I haven’t strangled anyone yet,” I shot back, earning another chuckle from Ethan. “Seriously, though,” Ethan said, dropping his voice. “You’ve gotta pick someone, or your dad’s gonna lose his mind. And let’s be honest, the guy doesn’t have much sanity left to lose.” I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “I’m not picking anyone. None of these people matter.” “Your funeral,” Ethan said with a shrug, though there was a flicker of understanding in his eyes. He knew. He always knew. The night dragged on, every interaction blurring into the next. Girls smiled politely, their fathers talked about alliances, and I nodded through all of it like I wasn’t seconds away from bolting out the door. Then it hit me. A scent. Faint, but unmistakable. It was like rain on warm soil, mixed with something sweet and soft—something her. My chest tightened, my wolf snapping to attention like someone had just poured gasoline on a fire. I froze, the world around me dimming as I tried to track it. My head snapped to the left, then to the right. Where? Where was it coming from? “Luca?” Ethan’s voice sounded far away, like it was coming from underwater. There. My eyes locked on the grand staircase at the far end of the hall. A girl was descending, her dress shimmering in the light like it was made of emeralds. Her movements were slow, almost deliberate, and I couldn’t see her face yet. But I didn’t need to. My heart hammered in my chest, each beat louder than the last. She was holding the arm of a man—tall, broad-shouldered, and irritatingly familiar. But I couldn’t focus on him. Not when she finally turned her head, her face coming into view. Quinn. My legs nearly gave out. My breath caught, my wolf howling inside me. It was her. After everything, she was here. And she wasn’t alone. ******************************************************************* Seventeen-year-old Quinn Wayne moves with her family from bustling New York City to a secluded, mist-shrouded town in Alaska, where her parents have purchased a dilapidated inn. Surrounded by dense forests and towering mountains, the picturesque town promises a fresh start—but Quinn quickly realizes it holds secrets far darker than she could have ever imagined. In this epic journey of love, sacrifice, and self-discovery, Quinn must rise as the Lunar Guardian, embracing her newfound powers and her identity as Luca’s mate. The path ahead is uncertain, filled with loss, triumph, and transformation. But one thing is clear: the choices Quinn makes will forever alter the balance between humans and werewolves—and determine whether love can conquer even the darkest of curses.

In a post-apocalyptic world ravaged by kaiju known as Calamities, arrogant survivor Kaz Ren is mysteriously immune to the symbiotic enhancements that allow others to fight back. When the monstrous *Eclipse Leviathan* annihilates his sky-city, Kaz is taken to the brutal Akatsuki Academy, where students are weaponized through forced symbiosis with kaiju DNA. Branded a "Failed Candidate" for his lack of enhancements, Kaz endures brutal hazing and deadly training exercises. But Director Shirogane sees value in his immunity—especially when Kaz begins hearing whispers from *Vritra*, an ancient kaiju entity living inside him. As Kaz climbs the academy's ranks through sheer brutality, he uncovers the horrifying truth. Now, Kaz must embrace the monster within to face the god-like Leviathan—even if it means becoming the very thing he hates. --- The ruins of Neo-Osaka burned beneath them, the sky choked with ash and the screams of the dying. Kaz stood atop the shattered remains of Akatsuki Academy, his body broken, his uniform soaked in blood—both his and others'. Before him, the Eclipse Leviathan loomed, its fractal wings blotting out the sun, its countless eyes reflecting the countless times this moment had played out across millennia. Kaz spat a glob of blackened blood onto the ground. His right arm—now more serpent than flesh—twitched as Vritra's voice coiled through his mind. "You cannot kill a god," the Leviathan whispered, its voice the sound of continents splitting. Kaz laughed, the sound raw and broken. "Gods don’t die," he said, pushing himself upright. His bones cracked, his flesh warping as Vritra's power surged through him. Scales erupted along his neck, his pupils splitting into vertical slits. "They evolve." The Leviathan hesitated—the first time in eternity something had given it pause. Kaz took a step forward, his body reshaping itself into something older, something hungrier. "And I am the necessary evil for that evolution." Another step. The ground trembled. "You…you’re just a piece of me. A remake. A fake." His voice distorted, layered with Vritra's primordial growl. **"A false god."** The Leviathan screamed as Kaz *changed*—not into a man, not into a monster, but into something that had waited millennia to be whole again.

THE END "There it was," the man began, his voice taking on a playful, dramatic tone, "the iconic CYOA ending, leaving you to your own imagination to—" Suddenly, a sharp, searing pain tore through his chest, cutting his words short. !!!! The man froze, his fingers twitching involuntarily as the pain radiated outwards. A gasp escaped his lips as he stumbled upright from his chair, gripping his chest in disbelief. "The hell—" he started to curse, but his breath hitched, the pain intensifying in a wave of fiery heat. He barely managed to stay upright for a split second before his knees buckled beneath him. Thud! He hit the floor with an unsettling finality, his hands clutching his chest as the pain continued to wrack his body. His vision blurred to a crimson haze, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth. Panic surged through his veins as reality warped around him. He tried to scream, but his voice felt trapped in his throat, suffocated by the growing darkness. No... no, I don't want to die... The thought reverberated in his mind, sharp as a blade, and yet, it was becoming increasingly impossible to hold onto. His heart raced, every beat feeling like it might be his last. He fought to stay conscious, his mind screaming for clarity, but the more he struggled, the more the world around him slipped away. And then, in the very depths of that suffocating darkness, a voice whispered—a voice not his own. It was familiar, yet alien, soft, yet demanding. "You have been chosen." The words echoed in his ears, and with them came a strange warmth, like a distant star flaring to life within him. The man's body spasmed again, and for a moment, everything went still. His mind, clouded with fear and confusion, barely processed the impossibility of the situation. Then, like a slow burn, a realization crept into his consciousness. He—

Cassie Burch, tall school vice-principal and as of late single woman, has met the man of her dreams. Tragically, her heart isn’t prepared for another relationship after at long last dumping her useless ex. When she concurs to a casual connect, she has no thought what she’s getting herself into. Sentiment is almost to hit her harder than she ever anticipated. Alpha wolf shifter, Claw Ruiz, is anxious and can’t figure out why. He fair opened a high-end shifter club, and the novelty has as of now worn off. When his mate lurches into him, he’s more than prepared to keep her until the end of time. And he’ll do anything he needs to demonstrate to her he’s worth her cherish. The issue is Cassie doesn’t need a genuine bond. And everything he does to attempt to sentiment her comes up short. He was kind of a twitch, but he’s changed. If he doesn’t figure out what he’s doing off-base, Cassie will take off him in the clean. And by pack law, if the alpha doesn’t mate, he must battle to the passing to keep his status. His heart and his life lay in Cassie’s hands. Can she cherish a man who turns into a wolf?

SLOW BURN Love is a searing trail she's afraid to follow. ..... Evelina Wilson was sure of everything she wanted in life, and finding love didn't make the list. She has been scorched and scarred too much, she had shut her heart against it and and any form of its fantasies — atleast so she thought till she met him, Pete Hudson, her 'dare kiss'. All it took was one dare to kiss the lips of a stranger at the bachelorette party she had been forced to attend, to be exposed to a world of unending temptations. She wants to stay away from him, but he has her in a snare. How far can she fight off her temptations, before she gives in to the fantasies she's scared of? What would it take for her to heal and how long will he wait? EXCERPT ******** Alexandra and Christopher. Christopher caught the glint of excitement and expectations in her eyes. "I still think you're a very foolish girl to want this..want me." He told her, and Alexa daringly tipped her chin at him. "Why? Because you think you're going to hurt me?" "No, silly girl, because I will do more than hurt you. I'm not a good man for you, and you deserve better. Far better than me. And while I'd hate to have someone touch your lips again," he grazed his thumb against her soft lips. "it's a truth that has to be told." Unaware of herself, Alexa inched closer to him as if spirited by something unknown. Her face lifted to his till he felt her minty breath on his chin and her fingers brushing against it. "I do not doubt there's better out there for me, Christopher—" She muttered, and his brows twitched before narrowing to a knot. "Yes, there a few men out there who'd care about me and my feelings more than you'd ever be capable of. Of course, they're smarter, more handsome —" "Thread with caution, Alexa," He darkly drawled, and Alexa held back the smile about to spread across her face. She continued. "Yes, there is a line of perfect men out there, maybe a short one, because I doubt such precious jewels would be abundant. They have to be rare." "Alexandra!" "But despite this possibility of good men being out there, I still want you, Christopher. Yes, you'll burn me, but I've had my battle scars already. If this will be my end, then I pick you to be the fire that ruins me because I'll have it no other way." "Alexandra," He husked, breathing out her name as her dainty hands cupped his face and pulled him down till he touched her lips with his one more time. "And just so you know, you're not safe from me because I'll hurt you too, as that is all I've ever known, Christopher. I'll take from you till there's nothing left of you take." She said, trying her best to use the very words he had said to her over that kitchen island a few days ago. While her voice lacked the vigor he had possessed when he said those words to her, she meant every word of it. They both wanted each other, so they would take whatever they could from the other. She inched closer, and Christopher let her do as she pleased with him. She teased him with her not-so-naive lips, and he groaned. He gripped his hand around hers when she broke the kiss and tried to pull away. He tried controlling his strength as he roughly pulled her back, slamming her slender body against his. "I'm going to brand you mine. All mine, Alexandra. And I want you to remember it was you who wanted this. You." He told her as if wanting to drill the words into her skull, so she would never forget. "Alexandra?" He called when she stared silently at him. Nodding, she agreed. "I won't forget." A steady romance with a lot of sweetness. NOTE: I WRITE SLOW BURN.

Fueled by a beautifully deranged mental state, beings across all three planets began living their truest, rawest selves. Not insane—but flammable. Explosive. Everyone deserved a giant warning label stuck to their forehead: “CAUTION: High-Risk Human.” Picking fights with the heavens, the earth, even the air. Kicking every dog that dared to cross their path. If one day, you’re walking down the street and you suddenly see someone start twitching—cackling with the eerie squeal of a pig-demon, eyes rolling back as if about to drop dead right there, chewing on their own hair while screaming things like:“Obey me and you’ll thrive, defy me and you’ll die! Seize them all! Execute them! Exile their whole clan! If I can’t have it, no one can! I’m not just insane for one person, I’m mad for everyone—and that makes me a genius! Quantity breeds quality! In the name of the moon, I’ll destroy you—” Don’t worry. Get used to it. No pressure. If you really can’t take it, move to one of the small, chill planets that were conquered by the Big Three. Some people live long lives. Others… not so much. Life is short—just hang in there.凭借美丽的精神状态，三个星球的生物都活出了最真实的自我，活着不发疯，易燃易爆炸。所有人脑袋上都该贴上一张高风险人类的警告，怼天怼地怼空气，路过的狗都得给踹两脚。如果你走在大街上，突然看见一个人开始发癫，先是桀桀桀的恐怖诡异的猪叫似的笑声，眼珠子一翻一翻的感觉下一秒就得死在路上，只瞅得见那眼白，一系列阴暗扭曲蠕动尖叫发疯吃头发的骚操作后，爆发出以雷霆击碎黑暗的力量：“顺我者昌，逆我者亡！拖下去都给朕斩了！诛九族！流放边疆！我得不到的你这辈子也别想得到！对一个人发疯我是智障，对一百个人发疯我是神经病，但对所有人发疯，我就是天才！量变引起的质变！代表月亮消灭你……”习惯就好，绝不强求。如果真的忍受不了，还是搬去那些没那么卷的被这三大星球收复的小星球生存吧！有的人一辈子很长，但有的人一辈子很短。人生苦短，忍忍就过去了。

Neko entered the world as a fragile soul, his delicate frame and frail constitution making him an easy target for ridicule. From the moment he could walk, whispers and jeers followed him like shadows. But amidst the cruelty, there was one unwavering light—his sister, Nakemi. With her bunny-like features, soft ears twitching at every sound, she stood as his fierce protector, shielding him from the world’s harshness. While others saw weakness, Nakemi saw strength in her brother, a quiet resilience that others were too blind to notice. The world itself was once ordinary, until the day an ancient god, seething with rage, unleashed a curse upon the land. The curse twisted reality, warping people into hybrids of myth and beast. Some grew wings, others sprouted tails, and a rare few were gifted with extraordinary powers. Chaos reigned as the mutated struggled to adapt, and monstrous creatures, born of the curse, roamed the land with a singular purpose: destruction. In the midst of this turmoil, Emperor Shang-hi rose as a beacon of order. He summoned all those who had been granted powers, forming an elite team to protect the kingdom. With their combined strength, he erected a colossal resistance shield, a shimmering barrier that safeguarded the land from the horrors beyond. His son, Prince Han, was among the chosen—a natural leader with a commanding presence and a power that radiated like the sun. He was tasked with leading the team, though his heart harbored a secret he dared not reveal: a growing affection for Neko, the frail boy with angelic wings and a quiet determination. Neko’s mutation had transformed him in ways no one could have predicted. From his back sprouted pristine white wings, soft as clouds and radiant with an otherworldly glow. A golden halo hovered above his head, and a third eye, mysterious and all-seeing, appeared on his forehead. Yet, despite these divine features, his body remained fragile, his strength limited. His sister, Nakemi, had become a nimble bunny-girl, her agility and speed unmatched, but her protective instincts toward Neko only grew stronger. When Neko joined the power sect, he was thrust into a world of rigorous training. Swords, bows, and other weapons became his daily companions. To everyone’s surprise, Neko showed an aptitude for the bow, his aim precise and steady, and a modest skill with the sword. But his teammates were far from kind. They mocked his slender frame, taunted his weakness, and dismissed him as a liability. Only Prince Han saw beyond the surface, his admiration for Neko’s quiet perseverance deepening with each passing day. As the team trained and prepared for the battles ahead, the threat of the cursed monsters loomed ever closer. These creatures, twisted and malevolent, sought only to destroy, their very existence a testament to the ancient god’s wrath. Neko, despite his physical limitations, carried a resolve that burned brighter than any flame. He would prove himself, not just to his teammates, but to the world—and perhaps, in doing so, he would uncover the true extent of the power hidden within his fragile form. The stage was set for a tale of courage, love, and redemption, where the weakest would rise to become the strongest, and where the bonds of family and loyalty would be tested against the darkness of a cursed world.

Everyone has a dark side deep Buried within them. Everyone suppresses their dark desires and wishes. Don't suppress any emotion. Don't suppress any wish. Emotions are born to be expressed and desires are born to be fulfilled. Goals and wishes are born to be achieved and fulfilled. If you want to kill someone, just kill If you want to fuck someone, just fuck If you want to rape someone go for it. ______________________________________________ Phew.... Another novels........ Btth - "Waste" - good plot but hero wins Dual cultivation - "Waste" - Good novel but the hero wins I am Reincarnated - "Waste" - Good but again villain lost. ...... .... Vishal's Mouth twitched after reading all these novels. Vishal is a young boy who have hobby of reading novels. He like novel world more than the real world. He becane an introvert. He rarely talk to someone. Develop mental problems. You can call him psycho. He wanr to Reincarnate in novel world and one day god fulfill his wish. He die and Reincarnate into another world with a system One Day while going to school he get struck by a truck and he lose his consciousness and died. When he opened his eyes he realised that he came to the cultivation world again. He feels happy as well as Sad. He didn't know why he was feeling sad. Is his life going to be changed ? ............. In his new life he has that thing. Yes, he has that thing. A System.......... Ding...... System Initiated ! 1000 + readed novels (memory) detected Congratulations Host ! You get Divine Simulation System! All Novels you read in your previous life are available as a simulation world and you can enter them and can gain rewards. Congratulation you successfully completed your first Simulation ! - Btth world You receive Green lotus earth core flame Congratulations you successfully completed your Simulation - Spirit cultivation You receive - Asura sword Congratulations you received - the supreme yin-yang Cultivation method! Waiting time - 7 days Side task to reduce waiting time - 1. Fuck your stepmother 2. Kill Level 10 beast ................................................................................. What ! I got a System But Isn't System are the gift from God of creation to the child of destiny but Why I can get the system? Ding....... This system is not from God of creation. It's from God of Chaos. Vishal repeated, " God of Chaos" ...........................................................................

He is the genuine diamond bachelor of G City, ranking first in terms of net worth, Everyone knows that he had a deep and unforgettable love, But no one knows that, five years ago, he had a nominal marriage; She is the super nurse of G City People Hospital, with neither wealth nor high education, Everyone knows that she is divorced and has a child in tow, But no one knows that her ex-husband, the father of her child, is the man at the very top of the pyramid. Scene One: On the day she was diagnosed to be pregnant, her husband registered on the marriage certificate came back. The next day, at the breakfast table, an A4 sheet of paper appeared very abruptly by his right hand. "This is a divorce agreement, please sign it." She said, her internal organs trembling. "...Is there someone else?" He put down his chopsticks, looked at her, and asked calmly, his eyebrows almost imperceptibly twitching. He came back because there was something he wanted to talk to her, but now it seemed unnecessary. "...Yes." Having a child should count as having someone else, because from now on, she would love her child. When they got married back then, he had said that if she had a lover, she could ask him for a divorce. "Alright, I understand." He nodded, picked up the agreement on the table, and left. "..." Scene Two: "What's your name?" "Axel Hawkins." "Your last name is Hawkins?" The mother's name is Carolline Ruiz, his ex-wife, and the father's column is left blank, isn't it? "Yes, my dad's name is Bryan Hawkins, he's a Sky Walker." "..." At five in the afternoon, Carolline Ruiz picked up her son from school and saw him standing next to her son; she instinctively turned around and ran. Bryan Hawkins left Axel Hawkins in the Guard Room, warned him not to run around, and then chased after her with his long legs. "Carolline Ruiz, stop." "..." Almost instinctively, she really stopped. He slowly walked over and stood in front of her, a tall and imposing figure blocking all the setting sun. Carolline Ruiz couldn't help but look up, the afterglow of the setting sun illuminating his face, she couldn't see his features clearly at all. "What are you running for? If you dare to secretly love for eight years, do you dare to openly love for a lifetime?" "..."

Waking up in a shattered world where the sky bleeds red and the ground whispers forgotten names, he has no memories, no past—only the certainty that something is terribly wrong. The air is thick with the scent of decay, and in the distance, figures that should not exist twitch and convulse, waiting. Survival is not guaranteed. This place follows no laws but its own. The weak are devoured, the strong become prey to something worse. Here, to exist is to struggle against the inevitable. But when an ancient, half-broken throne calls his name, and a power unlike any other stirs beneath his skin, the truth becomes clear— This world has not forgotten him. It has been waiting. But so have they. And they do not intend to let him rise.