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Dare Is To Do

The Fate Of The World Is In My Hands, But All I Want To Do Is Eat!

'Kill monsters, eat meat' 'I mean, Kill monsters, save lives. Got it.' 'Tut, I could've sworn that the first one sounded better.' She wasn't a girl looking for freedom or self-righteous liberation by a hero, or whatever shit a girl who suffered for almost all her life would crave. -the shit of a life she was living was horrible, but it was bearable, and so she got used to it. Rather, instead of freedom, what this little missy wanted was money. Lots and lots of them so she never has to worry about the next day. Money - bountiful enough that when she has to spend, she doesn't need to look back or calculate her assets to see how much she has left. Money - bountiful enough to get all the fried chicken she could ever dream of. Yeah, you heard it, fried chicken. For those who did not have money to spare leisurely, getting fried chicken was like a pipe dream to them and she had been one of those unfortunate souls. A comfortable roof above her head and no worries as to when she would get ordered around to steal. No worries about when she would get her next meal-- That was her liberation. And she got it. Just that, she got it most absurdly. Awakened! Those were the people ruling the world, alongside beastly and deadly monsters who threatened the safety of average human beings. And those awakened call the shots. Alice never dreamed she would one day be awakened, and compared to others with their game-like system displaying their attributes and strength; she had a full-grown man whom only she could hear, watching her back at every turn and telling her what to do. He was kinda a pain in the ass but she couldn't complain. It was this gift he had bestowed on her that made her the most powerful Awakened there was with stats that even S-class awakeneds couldn't compare to. She was the boss, now. Mwa-hahahahaha. But life didn't go as easy and leisurely as she planned. With great power comes great responsibility, right? Well, in her case with great power comes great hunger. She couldn't go a moment without getting hungry and her stomach had become a bottomless pit. And to get food, she needed money, and to get money, she had to hunt monsters. The monsters plagued humanity, causing catastrophes and taking lives mercilessly. Those monsters, as scary as they may be, were her target and she had to face them head-on. The bigger the monsters the more money she would gain. Yeah, that was the plan, but... This guy acting as her system seemed to have other plans, putting her at the forefront of 'justice' and having her clean the mess he somewhat created. 'Ugh, I can already sense a shadow of foreboding. Someone, please tell me I'm not acting the main character role. I just want to eat, okay?'
Author_fredah · 471.1K Views

A Noiva do Diabo

Um amor condenado desde o início, uma causa perdida, uma batalha em desvantagem - E ainda assim, nenhum dos corações deseja desistir até o final. ----- Arlan Cromwell, o epítome do perfeito Príncipe Herdeiro. Tudo o que ele quer é viver uma vida normal de um humano, mas a vida de um dragão está longe de ser normal. Ele tem apenas um objetivo - encontrar sua prometida fugitiva e decapitá-la. O que acontece quando ele descobre que a mulher que conquistou seu coração é aquela que ele jurou matar? Oriana, a herbalista, se disfarçando de homem, passou a vida inteira fugindo sem saber do que está fugindo. Quando os mistérios de seu passado lentamente começam a alcançá-la, ela não tem a quem recorrer... exceto Arlan. Mas quando ela descobre que o homem a quem entregou seu coração é o mesmo que quer matá-la, como ela pode aceitar as crueldades que a vida lhe impôs? Duas pessoas com segredos para manter, identidades para esconder e respostas para encontrar. Quando a certa escuridão ameaça levar Oriana embora, o Dragão será capaz de proteger sua companheira? ----- Excerto- “Se eu soubesse que você era minha prometida, teria te matado no exato momento em que nos encontramos.” “Se eu soubesse que estava prometida a você, teria me matado antes mesmo que você me matasse!” Ele tirou uma adaga e a ofereceu a ela. “Não é tarde demais. Apenas corte sua garganta com isso e você sangrará sem dor.” Ela aceitou a faca, seus dedos segurando firmemente o cabo. No momento seguinte, ele estava pressionado contra a parede e a faca estava no lado direito de seu pescoço. “Que tal eu tentar em você primeiro, meu prometido?” “Sinta-se à vontade para tentar. Mas quando você falhar, esta faca provará primeiro o sangue do seu avô, depois o seu.” A raiva subiu em seus olhos, e no momento seguinte, sangue corria pelo lado direito de seu pescoço. Ela cortou profundamente o suficiente para romper um vaso sanguíneo importante. “Você não deveria ter me desafiado,” ela zombou e recuou, esperando que ele desabasse. Ele apenas sorriu e passou o dedo ao longo da ferida profunda em seu pescoço. “Parece que você falhou.” Ela observou a ferida em seu pescoço se curando sozinha e sentiu-se chocada até os ossos. “Você.. o que você é?” “Adivinhe?” -----
Mynovel20 · 167.8K Views

Do CEO a Concubina

Yan Zheyun foi criado para ser um vencedor. Seus pais estavam na lista da Forbes, ele foi o orador da turma de formandos na melhor universidade do país, e a cereja do bolo foi ser votado como o 'garoto dos sonhos' por quatro anos seguidos por seus colegas. E agora, com apenas vinte e cinco anos, Yan Zheyun era o orgulhoso presidente e CEO de sua própria empresa de tecnologia. Mas o que deveria ter sido o dia mais feliz de sua vida se transformou no pior quando ele ouviu uma estranha voz robótica enquanto atravessava a rua para pegar um café, apenas porque não podia esperar sua secretária voltar da sala de fotocópias. [RELATÓRIO DE ERRO #193842347: ALMA DE OUTRO MUNDO DETECTADA. INICIANDO SEQUÊNCIA DE DEPORTAÇÃO.] E então ele morreu. Em um acidente de carro muito chato, muito comum. ...exceto que talvez ele não tenha morrido. A primeira coisa que Yan Zheyun pensou depois que abriu os olhos e se viu em um quarto que parecia o cenário de um daqueles dramas do palácio interno foi: Nossa, o café não valeu a pena. A segunda coisa que ele pensou depois de perceber que estava agora em um romance histórico BL e havia transmigrado para o corpo de uma beleza trágica que estava (prestes a ser) usada e abusada por seus vários amantes foi: Deve ter sido a técnica errada para abrir os olhos, deixe-me tentar novamente... não, ainda estou aqui. Bem. F**da-se. De CEO a escravo insignificante, Yan Zheyun não conseguia acreditar na sua sorte. Preso em um mundo estranho e cercado por tops loucos (respectivamente conhecidos como 'O Amigo de Infância', 'O Filho do General', 'O Príncipe Herdeiro', 'Outro Príncipe', 'Aquele Duque Assustador' etc.), Yan Zheyun percebeu que seu único dia de experiência como CEO não o havia preparado adequadamente para essa nova vida de infelicidade. Mas ele não era do tipo que desistia sem lutar, então... Yan Zheyun resolutamente decidiu ficar longe da aterrorizante trama romântica, tentar escrever para si mesmo uma nova trama política e, aproveitando, abraçar algumas coxas poderosas, bajular alguns poderosos. E em uma monarquia dinástica, de quem seriam melhores coxas para abraçar do que as do próprio imperador? Liu Yao: ...Este Soberano permite que você abrace outras partes também. Par: - Imperador Top Que-Parece-Sério-Mas-É-Secretamente-Gentil! VS Escravo Bottom Que-Parece-Um-Coelho-Mas-É-Secretamente-Uma-Raposa! - NÃO é um harém, toda a história é 1v1 Avisos: - Este romance lida com alguns assuntos pesados ​​que surgem como resultado da escravidão e de um sistema de castas. Adicionei avisos de gatilho onde relevante, mas só para avisar, os canalhas são chamados de canalhas por um motivo! Atualizações: 21:00 GMT+8 Ilustrado por: HAZHE
Queeniecat · 53.1K Views

Dare to Be Mine

She hadn’t expected to be cornered like this, not here, not now. His tall frame loomed over her, blocking any escape as he stood inches from her, pinning her to the wall with his presence alone. His hand rested just above her head, his fingers brushing the cool surface of the locker, creating a barrier that trapped her in place. Her breath caught, her heart thundering in her chest as she realized how little space was left between them. His eyes were dark, full of something she couldn’t decipher but desperately wanted to understand. He stared at her, not saying anything at first, just letting the silence stretch between them. She could feel her pulse race, her face flushing, her body frozen, even though she wanted to push him away. “What are you going to do about it?” he asked, his voice smooth, teasing, and filled with a challenge. There was something in the way he spoke, something that made her stomach twist with a mixture of confusion and excitement. She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. Her hands hung at her sides, unsure whether to push against his chest or hold herself back. She couldn’t tell if she wanted him to step closer or if she just wanted to run far away from the intensity that radiated from him. “Stop…” she murmured, but the word felt too weak, too powerless against the gravity pulling them together. “What do you want from me?” His lips curled into a small, almost predatory smile. “I want you to stop pretending you don’t feel it,” he said softly, his gaze never leaving hers. His closeness was suffocating, but in the most intoxicating way. The tension between them was palpable, like a storm ready to break. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing as if they were the only two people in the world. She wanted to fight back, wanted to be strong and resist, but something in her—something deep inside—kept her rooted to the spot. He was her classmate, the guy everyone knew, the one with that effortless confidence that made all the girls swoon. And now here he was, making her feel things she wasn’t sure how to deal with. Her hands trembled, caught between pushing him away and giving in to the wild, dizzying pull she felt toward him. She was terrified, but there was also a spark of curiosity, of something she couldn’t quite control. “I’m not… ready for this,” she whispered, though her voice shook with uncertainty. “I don’t even know what you’re doing.” He didn’t answer right away, his gaze softening just enough to let her know that he was listening, that he wasn’t in a rush. He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against her cheek. “I think you do,” he murmured. “You just don’t want to admit it yet.” Amidst the whirlwind of school friendships, and the pressure. Can anyone dare to be open to the possibility with someone who seems so unreachable?
Nero_Zone · 9.2K Views
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