Jacket Replay

A recurring nightmare afflicted Khan's nights since the Second Impact. His dreams replayed the scenes of the crash of the Nak's spaceship, an alien race that the humans had defeated five hundred years ago. Khan's life had turned upside-down after the tragedy. His mother had died during the incident, and the Nak's toxic mana had infected him. His father had managed to save him, but they ended up losing their home and name in the process. The nightmares wouldn't let Khan forget about the Nak, so he decided to join the Global Army and learn to wield mana. He had to put an end to those dreams, even if that meant hunting down that alien race through the stars. ------------------------------------- Follow me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/EoCNovels Instagram: eocnovels Discord link: https://discord.gg/fNsPwXMP7P Cover artist: https://digitalrowye.com/

“I, Alpha Michael Goldline of the Night Fang pack, reject you, Ariana Davids, as my mate.” He said, and my lips parted. I couldn’t say a word. I simply stared into his eyes, watching him, looking into his cold green eyes. Everything faded into the background. All the sounds, faces… everything. All I could see was him, as his words replayed in my head. I, Alpha Michael Goldline… Michael rejected me. In front of everyone. … NightFang pack, reject you… This was our chance. What was he doing? … Ariana Davids as my mate. *** "Rejected by her pack and the boy she loved." Anna thought she'd never find her place in the world. But when a chance encounter with the ruthless Lycan King Luke sparks a passionate romance, she must confront the secrets of her past and the danger of their forbidden love. Amidst war and ancient curses, Anna is torn: will she embrace their destiny together or will their love be torn apart by the very forces that brought them together?

They say Love is blind, but no one is ever truly blind in love. We see everything; we just choose to ignore them because we're scared to move on or start afresh. Twenty-eight years old, Emma Winters has her dreams clearly defined. To have a loving family, a beautiful home, and a stable, fulfilling life. Not only do those dreams come crumbling down when her husband hands her divorce papers just when she tells him she's pregnant, but her pride and dignity are questioned when Jake announces that Emma was unfaithful to him. Emma loses hope in everything she believes in. However, hope comes to her when the enigmatic billionaire Alexander Sterling offers her a way out: A contract marriage to him. Will Emma accept this way out of her predicament even when this savior is none other than her ex-husband's uncle? What happens when she accepts the contract and is only chased back by her ex? Will she return to her once lover, or will she accept her growing feelings for her contract husband? Find out as we unravel Emma's story together! *****Excerpt******** “Why would you help when I was put in this mess by my own husband?” Emma cut in, now crying. “Because your husband is my nephew, and not only do I want to salvage the situation my nephew put you in, I want to escape his plot,” Alex said, and Emma’s heart stopped for a moment, a cold chill running down her spine as she replayed the words in her head. Nephew? His nephew? Jake was this man's... Alex's nephew? She mused, and then the realization of what that meant dawned on her like a crashing wave, knocking the breath from her lungs. Her eyes widened as she stared at him, the shock evident on her face. “Your nephew? You’re Alex Sterling, Jake's uncle?” she asked, unable to believe it herself. Alex nodded, his expression unchanged. “Yes. I'm his uncle,” Alex confirmed, and Emma shook her head.

"Her world was a quiet sanctuary of books and solitude. His was a tempest of anger and chaos. But when their paths crossed, their worlds collided in ways neither could have predicted. Beneath his harsh words and cold glares, she found a hidden vulnerability. Beneath her shy smiles, he discovered the only person who could break him—and heal him. *But love born in shadows is never easy. His darkness threatened to consume them both, and her light might not be enough to save him. In a world where secrets run deep and hearts break easily, can they find a way to fight the odds and claim the love that could set them free?" A tense confrontation: The nerdy FL accidentally spills coffee on the ML’s designer jacket in the school library. He publicly humiliates her, but something in her trembling yet defiant eyes makes him pause. It’s the moment where his obsession begins—an obsession he’s not ready to admit.

After reading a book where the main antagonist suffers a foolish and poorly written death, Sælinne (Selin) decides to write all her complains to the author. And exactly that less than adequate email had invited her to write her own ending of the book as she sees fit, to replay and dissect every scene and every arc of the book, starting with the very first one, where the villainess kills most of her other siblings that would pose a threat in her ascension to the rank of the sect leader later on. However she will not be the author of it, but the villainess herself.

In the dusty, gloom-shrouded streets of Neo-Tokyo, where sunlight barely managed to filter through the rubble and ruined buildings, an eerie silence hung over the city. In this post-apocalyptic world, where survival was an art and power determined everything, stood a singular man, masked and shrouded in shadows. Kaito Yukimura, known in the underworld as the "Shadow of the Desert," strode steadily through the dark alleys, his modern gas mask hiding his face and his black-and-white jacket billowing behind him like a banner of mystery and elegance in a desolate world. His reputation preceded his presence, his movements were silent but lethal, and his presence was a constant reminder that, in this world of chaos and despair, there were those who still maintained control in the shadows. On this particularly dark night, Kaito was on a secret mission, chasing a rumor that floated in the whispers of the alleys. A rumor of a lost artifact, a treasure hidden in the depths of the city, that promised power and wealth for those brave or desperate enough to seek it out. And so, with his fate entwined with the dark threads of Neo-Tokyo, Kaito stepped into the shadows once again, ready to face the dangers that lurked around every corner and uncover the secrets hidden in the darkest corners of the city.

Nina has always been the quiet girl in the corner, more comfortable with books than people, and desperately trying to survive the chaos of her final year in a new town and school. battling her anxiety, an over bearing mother, and the loneliness that comes from being misunderstood, Nina clings to the hope of staying invisible until graduation. But Zane? Oh, he's the opposite. He's the school untouchable bad boy. Known for his devil-may-care attitude, leather jacket, a reputation for trouble, and a smirk that could melt hearts. Teachers hate him, but are scared to say anything because his Dad owns half of the town. Including the school. Students worship him and the girls are just dying to throw themselves at him. As Zane's sharp edges cut into Nina's timid world, she begins to see glimpses of his hidden pain- and wonders if she's strong enough to help someone who doesn't want saving. Meanwhile, a new friendship with the kind-hearted Luke offers Nina a sense of comfort and stability she's never known before, forcing her to confront the tangled feelings of Loyalty, longing, and self-worth. Torn between the boy who shatters her heart and the one who wants to heal it, Nina must navigate the storm of high school drama, family struggles, and her own fears to discover who she truly is. Discovering myself is a slow-burn teen romance wrapped in a journey of self-discovery, exploring the pain and beauty of falling in love while learning to stand up for yourself. In the end, Nina isn't just looking for love- she's finding herself. Stay tuned to see how their story unfolds... PS. The first few chapters might be confusing but trust me, it gets better along the way.

Alexander sank deeper into the salty river that fed into the Ocean. his wound bleeding into the ocean, despite the cauterizing burn from the quarter sized hole. 'No, please. Not like this. Not when everything was working out. Quin, Seraphina, Grey, I'm so sorry. every time I try to fix things.. I should have know not to trust those rich bastards. I swear to any god that will listen, give me a break, will you!' Alexander replayed the moment of the attack. Kahawai stood over Alexander with the golden flame threatening to blast him. the spell was a low first tier spell using fire and air to condense and increase in power enough to melt metal. "You're joking, right Kahawai. You cant just hit me with that. I'm only ranked F. Your going to kill me." He flinched, taking a step backwards. the edge of the dock making him step forward again. "You have no one to blame but yourself, Alexander. This world is unforgiving and I cannot have you as a weak link. This is to important! Survive this and you will prove you are ready. If you cant then you will die here. Better her than getting the rest of us killed later." Kahawai held his spell at Alexander, firing at his center. 'I wont die, not like this!' A swirl of darkness took him further down into the river, swallowing him. Do you wish to live? 'Yes!' Will you serve? 'Yes, as long as I can live with my family. Anything.' Then I have found you. The soothing voice faded, releasing the darkness around him. A mass of darkness flooded round Alexander, slightly different from the magical darkness. it covered his body and entered the wound and into his body. 'User found, initiating repair function. greeting user. Hello host, you may call us, Lunaris.'

Chen Miao transmigrated to a supernatural world, where everyone had their own profession, such as "Student", "Fighter", "Thief", and so on. After much contemplation, he activated the "Gunslinger" profession. From then on! While the foreign races brandished their claws to invade, and others tirelessly trained their physical fitness and learned skills. Chen Miao silently ventured into secret realms to collect all sorts of materials, crafting Occupation Exclusive weapons like the "Thompson Submachine Gun," "Falling Blossom Sniper Rifle," "Inferno Gatling," "Matrix Sky-Eye Cannon," and so on. ... One day, people suddenly noticed that a very unfamiliar Supernatural Occupation had appeared on the city's Combat Power rankings. And in the crowd. Chen Miao, bare-chested under a black suit jacket with sunglasses on and a cigar in his mouth, held two Inferno Gatlings in his hands, looking up slightly at a group of scoundrels in front of him with the corners of his mouth turned up. "Don't wait for me to stuff the gun barrel in your mouth before you admit you were wrong."

Main Character 1. Kang Soo Hyuk Age: 25 years old Profession: CEO of a large company Personality: Mature, responsible, decisive, but holds a deep grudge against those who destroyed his family. Characteristic: Always looks neat and authoritative. He is very protective of his younger brother, Kang Min, and is the backbone of the family. 2. Kang Min Age: 17 years old Profession: High school student and former junior boxing champion Personality: Cheerful, mischievous, humorous, but very loyal to his family and friends. Behind his easy-going nature, he has a serious side that is rarely seen. Traits: Loves to joke around, but is very competitive. Always wears a jacket and often carries his motor sport helmet everywhere. 3. Kang min soo's mother Age: 50 years old Personality: Gentle, patient, and faithfully preserves the memories of her husband. Characteristic: Often wears simple clothes and always cooks her children's favorite food. She is secretly worried about the grudges her children hold. 4. Kim Dal Age: 23 years old Profession: A secretary at Kang Soo Hyuk's company Personality: elegant and ambitious Characteristic: She looks elegant with long flowing hair and often wears formal clothes. 5. Kang Min's best friend Lee Jong: A mischievous young man with a signature style of ear piercings. He often looks casual but has a brave nature. Sung Jae: The mischievous genius who is often the brains of their plans. He's calm but smart in the face of conflict. Kim Hanna: A tomboyish girl with a firm attitude. She is often the protector of their group, especially when someone tries to belittle them. Story Setting 1. Kang Family Home A simple house full of memories. This house was a gift from their father to their mother during their wedding. The house has a living room with an old sofa, a glass cabinet housing Kang Min's collection, and a small but warm kitchen.

Third person POV Chapter 1: Moonlight and Shadows Diana Black's eyes fluttered open, her heart racing as she gasped for air. She was drenched in sweat, her sheets tangled around her legs. It was just a dream, she told herself, trying to calm her racing thoughts. But the memory of the dream lingered, refusing to be shaken. In the dream, she was running, her feet pounding the earth as she desperately tried to escape. A figure loomed behind her, its presence dark and menacing. Diana's mind replayed the images, her senses still reeling from the fear that had gripped her. Who was the person chasing her? And why did she feel like she was being pulled toward them, despite the terror that filled her heart? As she sat up in bed, her eyes scanning the darkened room, Diana couldn't shake the feeling that the dream was more than just a product of her imagination. It felt like a warning, a message from her subconscious that something was coming, something that would change her life forever. She threw off the covers and got out of bed, padding over to the window to gaze out at the night. The moon cast its silvery glow over the city, illuminating the towering skyscrapers and casting long shadows across the streets. Diana felt a shiver run down her spine as she gazed out at the moonlit landscape. She loved the night, loved the way the shadows seemed to come alive in the darkness. But tonight, the shadows seemed to hold a sinister presence, as if they were watching her, waiting for her to make a move. With a sense of unease, Diana turned away from the window and began to get ready for her shift at the café. She tried to push the dream and its lingering fear to the back of her mind, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that the night held secrets and dangers that she couldn't even begin to imagine. With a sense of unease, Diana turned away from the window and began to get ready for her shift at the café. She tried to push the dream and its lingering fear to the back of her mind, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that the night held secrets and dangers that she couldn't even begin to imagine. As she grabbed her bag and headed out the door, Diana felt a sudden chill run down her spine. She spun around, but there was no one there. The hallway was empty, the only sound the creaking of the old building. Diana's heart was racing as she turned to leave, but her feet felt rooted to the spot. And then, she saw it. A piece of paper on the floor, with a message scrawled in red ink: "They're coming for you." Diana's blood ran cold as she stared at the message, her mind reeling with questions. Who was coming for her? And why?

Adventurer: "Are dreams imbued with deeper significance than reality?" MC: "Have you seen my grey jacket?" Adventurer: "..." MC: "..."

second chances don't always come with a guarantee, but sometimes........some times, love deserve a replay meet Emily Patel, a strong-willed and independent woman who thought she had found her forever love in Ryan Thompson. but life had other plans, and they went their separate ways, leaving her heartbroken. Emily Patel thought she had forever closed the chapter on love. heartbroken and shattered, she believed she'd never again experience the thrill of falling in love. the memories of her past relationship with the charming and captivating Ryan still lingered, a constant reminder of what could never be. year's went by, and Emily built a fortress around her heart convincing herself that she was better off alone. but fate had other plans, when she least expected it, she him. a kind, gentle, and handsome stranger named David Grayson, who challenged everything she thought she knew about love As she slowly let her guard down, Emily discovered that her heart was still capable of beating for someone new. but the fear of getting hurt again loomed large.

My mind reeled as the realization dawned on me that the man I had casually bumped into was none other than Christopher Hemsworth. A wave of panic surged through me. What if he was annoyed that I had bumped into him? My heart raced at the thought, a mixture of fear and anxiety knotting my stomach. I replayed our brief encounter in my mind, worrying about the impression I might have made. As I tried to compose myself, I suddenly noticed his gaze shifting across the room. My breath caught in my throat as I realized he wasn't just looking in my direction; he was looking directly at me. My heart pounded in my chest, every beat echoing in my ears. His hazel eyes, so captivating up close, now seemed to pierce through the distance between us, locking onto mine with an intensity that made my pulse quicken. For a moment, everything else faded away-the bustling crowd, the applause, even the sound of my own thoughts. It was as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of us, connected by an invisible thread. His expression was unreadable, a mixture of curiosity and something else I couldn't quite place. I felt a flush rise to my cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and an inexplicable thrill. I stood there, rooted to the spot, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. The admiration I had felt earlier was now tinged with awe and a touch of disbelief. How could someone so extraordinary take notice of me? The sheer magnetism of his presence made it hard to look away, and yet I was painfully aware of every second that passed under his scrutiny. As he continued to look at me, I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. Was he recalling our encounter with amusement, or was he as surprised as I was by this unexpected turn of events? The uncertainty gnawed at me, but beneath it all, a small spark of excitement flickered, kindling a hope I dared not fully acknowledge.

Excerpt* As Cian removed his jacket, revealing a serpent-like tattoo on his chest, a chill ran down her spine. “Who sent you?” she asked, her voice quivering as she clutched the sheets tightly around her. Cian smirked, “Which insignificant creature would dare to command me?” Confused, she glanced at the doors, praying for someone to walk in and save her from this dangerous stranger. “Then why are you here?” she managed to ask, her heart pounding in her chest. Cian casually tossed his jacket onto the nearest chair, revealing his muscular chest and the glowing, serpent-like tattoo that coiled around it. “For you, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice deep and seductive. She stared into his piercing, emerald-green eyes, awed by their luminescence. They seemed to pierce right through her, illuminating her heart and igniting a fire within her that she couldn’t quite extinguish. As Cian moved closer, he bent down to look her directly in the eyes, his gaze penetrating. “Marry me,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. She recoiled in horror, pushing his hand away as she tried to back away from him. “Pardon me, my Lord, but I must refuse your offer,” she said, her voice shaking with fear. Cian let out a low, sinister laugh as he pulled off his shirt, revealing the full extent of the tattoo that seemed to writhe and twist on his skin. He crawled onto the bed, pinning her down as he loomed over her. She struggled against him, trying to break free from his grip, but he was too strong. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, “Sweetheart, what is mine is mine, and what is yours is mine.” “She froze, her heart racing as she realized the danger she was in and how ridiculously aroused she was getting. Cian, with his piercing gaze and devilish grin, knew exactly what he was doing.

At first, it was just that down jackets were sold out, water pipes burst due to freezing, and power was rationed throughout the city. Then, the workers who went to repair the damage died due to hypothermia, and the medical system collapsed. The cold current swept across the globe, and even the countries at the center of the equator were not spared... In just one month, the temperature plummeted by 100 degrees! The entire city turned into an ice sculpture. Before the trees could shed their leaves, they were frozen into powder. Rivers and oceans all over the world were frozen, and not a single drop of water could be found on the surface! If it were a zombie apocalypse, humans could still fight, but in the face of nature, what should humans do? This is not a movie! It's real... The extremely cold doomsday has arrived.

Alara Bennett had the world at her feet. With her striking features, confident strut, and a portfolio boasting magazine covers like Vogue and Elle, she was the face of every trending fashion campaign. Beside her stood Ethan Carter, a heartthrob actor whose talent and charm had landed him leading roles in blockbuster films. Together, they were the it couple: perfect, glamorous, and unattainable. Their relationship had been mostly private. Occasionally, they'd share a candid photo on Instagram—Ethan with a goofy grin and Alara in one of her signature oversized hoodies. Fans adored them, coining hashtags like #Ethara and #GoalsForLife. But fame always came with a price. Ethan’s latest movie, Shadows in the Rain, paired him with Scarlett Leigh, a rising actress known for her sharp wit and electric chemistry with her co-stars. From the moment the trailer dropped, fans went wild. Ethan and Scarlett’s steamy scenes were dissected and replayed endlessly, flooding TikTok with edits set to romantic music. Instagram buzzed with captions like: “Scarlett and Ethan >>> any couple ever #ShadowsInTheRain” (560k likes) “Can they just date already? The chemistry is unreal!” (312k comments) Alara scrolled through her feed, her chest tightening. She wasn’t jealous of Scarlett—she knew how professional Ethan was and how close they were as friends. But the overwhelming fan response planted seeds of doubt in her mind.

Haunted by his past, Rhyan finds himself replaying lost memory's he's tried so hard to forget. 6 psychiatric patients escape in the dead of night, yet only one is left standing.

Saine Sinclair knows a little something about what makes a story worth telling. Your childhood best friend refuses to kiss you during a pre-adolescent game of spin the bottle? Terrible, zero stars, would not replay that scene again. The same ex-friend becomes your new best friend's ex? Strangely compelling, unexpected twist, worth a hate-watch. That same guy--why is he always around?--turns out to be your last shot at getting into the documentary filmmaking program of your dreams? Saine hates to admit it, but she'd watch that movie. There's something about Holden that makes her feel like she's the one in front of the camera--like he can see every uncomfortable truth she's buried below the surface. Saine knows how her story's supposed to go. So why does every moment with Holden seem intent on changing the ending?

Website info: https://adwarerecoveryspecialist.com Telegram info: https://t.me/adwarerecoveryspecialist1 I almost gave up on my life savings, convinced that the heartless scammers had successfully taken my hard-earned money for good. The anxiety clawed at me day after day, the sinking feeling of loss suffocating every spark of hope. Each night, I lay awake, replaying every decision that led me to that unfortunate encounter. The weight of regret was unbearable. Just when I thought all was lost, a glimmer of hope appeared on the horizon—ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST . It felt like a miracle when I first came across them, a beacon lighting the way through my financial darkness. WhatsApp info:+12723 328 343 Skeptical yet desperate, I reached out, pouring my heart into a message that summarized my turmoil. To my astonishment, they responded quickly and with sincerity, instilling a sense of trust I hadn’t felt in months. Their team worked tirelessly, employing advanced techniques and resources to track down my funds. I was kept updated throughout the entire process, their constant communication reaffirming that I wasn’t alone in this battle. Email info: Adwarerecoveryspecialist@auctioneer.net It felt good to have allies, experts devoted to righting the wrongs done to people like me. Then, the day finally arrived—I received the news that I had only dreamed of for weeks. “Your funds have been successfully recovered!” The words practically glowed on my screen, each letter freezing the moment in time. Tears of relief flowed freely as my heart soared. Thanks to ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST, I regained what I thought I had lost forever. My faith in help, kindness, and justice was restored. I now advocate for others to remain vigilant against scams, sharing my experience to help prevent similar heartbreak. Life teaches lessons, often through the hardest trials, and mine taught me the true value of resilience and the power of trusting the right people. Today, I embrace the future, grateful for the strength I found and the funds I reclaimed.

Sitting on the curb, is a young man who has a suit jacket over his head to protect him from the rain. After becoming cold, he decides to go home and buys an umbrella to use instead of his jacket. Whilst leaving the store, a pale, weirdly dressed woman is drinking a unpaid strawberry slushie. (Is a draft, chapters and everything will be changed when I fully release it without any wait times. till then, please encourage me till then, sorry for any hiatus's.)

Damien always had a harsh life. From the moment he was born, his legacy was filled with poverty and struggle. After growing up in his harsh environment, his original outlook on life changed, and all he could do was grit his teeth, moving forward. He eventually obtained success, but snakes are always in the grass- and Damien was the one who was bitten. As Damien's strength faded, he vowed - he will become the greatest snake in his next life. ** I always wondered what happens after death. Would my soul be shrouded in darkness? Would my blood boil, my mind replaying my small life. I didn't really get to live much of a life; is this my second chance? -- AN: This is my first beast book... please bare with me. The story may start off sweet, but don't get it twisted. This author loves angst. :)

A man's journey from mortality to godhood, through an event that was not of his own making or by his own carelessness but rather the machinations of someone behind the scenes. New in the world of the gods, he struggles to adjust to life there because as it stands, there are two sides of him now. The mortal side of him, Alec McCloud was a hard working game designer before his accident. The immortal side of him, Satoshi McCloud, came to be when he accidentally took the power of the gods for himself. Alec McCloud wants to discover who is behind what happened to him and why? The gods are keen on him letting go of his mortality to become a full god, putting tasks as a new family before him to coax him to accept Torn between his two sides, how will he survive?

Take one crazy quirky girl and a whole bunch of funny dorky queens (and nerds), Mix with a drop of fashion and... Garnish with a jar full of trouble = DISASTER!!!!! All it takes to homecoming is a committee of weirdly crazy ambitious fashion queens(and nerd) a glorious matchmake made from heaven, a totally gorge jock and one mean witch. When the event planning committee made of sworn besties, cool Dawn, Silly Shayna, Dorky Clarissa, Nerdy June and creative quirky team leader, Summer gets the big break to organize homecoming for the very first time... and for pay... everything's all colors and rainbows. what could possibly go wrong? EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Summer diaries is a central upbeat Teen/YA fiction novel told from the funny hilarious perspective of high school dork, Summer Scotts and her tales of wild crazy adventures with her wild adventurous friends, Shayna, Charlize, June and dawn. together, they make up the EPC, an event planning committee. things are all colors and rainbows and star dust when they land the hit deal of organizing homecoming. however, with problems like June's crush madness on the roll, a witch in Gabbana and Gucci heels and a cutie in blonde and leather jackets, will homecoming be their best night of all, or would it all go down the drain?

When you see these words, the world-game has already begun. This is no idle pastime. This is [Reality Reboot], the only way to save our world. Every living soul is a player, whether they know it or not, trapped in a broken timeline spiraling towards oblivion. We relive the same catastrophes, the same wars, the same agonizing end, over and over. I am Rhys, and I am the only one who remembers. I possess the singular, agonizing ability to rewind time, to replay this doomed game. Each reset is a fresh wave of pain, the weight of the world crashing down on me anew. I relive the loss of loved ones, the sting of betrayal, the crushing despair of failure, countless times. The others, blissfully unaware, call me eccentric, a prophet of doom, a madman. They don't see the threads of fate I desperately try to reweave. They don't understand the burden I carry. …But it doesn't matter. I know the price of failure. I have seen the end, felt the cold embrace of nothingness. I will not let it happen again. Even if it means bearing this torment, this endless cycle of suffering, for eternity. —I will forge a [Future Worth Living], even if it breaks me. ...Even if the world never knows the sacrifices I have made.

Worlds Apart, Hearts Entwined Fanyin's life was already complicated, but nothing could have prepared her for the ultimate plot twist: being thrown into alternate worlds by a system with a bee mascot. The catch? She has to complete tasks to get back home. But every world has a familiar face-his face-different bodies, same magnetic presence, pulling her in despite her best efforts to stay detached. With every mission, Fanyin fights to keep her walls up, but piece by piece, she's falling for the soul inhabiting these different men. Sexy, hilarious, and brimming with chemistry, Fanyin's journey isn't just about the worlds she's thrown into. Who is behind the system, and what grand design is forcing her to complete these quests? Is there a deeper truth she's being led to discover, or is it all part of a cosmic game? Get ready for a wild ride full of steamy moments, laugh-out-loud banter, and the question of whether love truly transcends worlds. ... Bee Mine Across Worlds Fanyin was minding her own business—until a sassy bee system threw her into alternate realities with one goal: complete the missions or never make it home. Easy, right? Not when every world comes with a man who’s too familiar. Different face, same vibes, and definitely too hot to ignore. She’s here to get in, do the job, and get out. But something about him keeps pulling her back in every world. Is it just coincidence, or is there a deeper reason behind these encounters? With snark, steam, and sparks flying, Fanyin must figure out the game—before her heart loses control. Why her? Why him? And who’s really pulling the strings? There’s more at play than she thinks, and the answers might be closer than she realizes… ROCK YOU WORLD AFTER WORLD © 2024 Kashish Mishra (bliss_incarnation). All rights reserved. Excerpt from RYWAW "Going somewhere?" His voice drops, teasing, but there's a dangerous edge beneath the surface that makes my pulse quicken. The playfulness in his eyes has faded, replaced by something more primal, more intense. I flash him a sly smile, forcing myself to remain calm. "No," I murmur, leaning back into him, though my heart pounds against my ribs. "Just getting comfortable on my lover." He raises an eyebrow, his gaze narrowing slightly. The smirk returns, slow and deliberate, but there's a hint of something else-something darker, lurking beneath his usual charm. "Is that what we're calling it now?" Before I can respond, Wilde moves with swift precision, his hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck. The air between us grows heavy, charged, and then his lips crash against mine. It's not soft or slow-it's raw, demanding, and ignites a fire deep in my chest. I gasp, my hands instinctively gripping his jacket as his other arm pulls me flush against him, the heat of his body searing through the thin barrier of clothing. My mind spins, thoughts scattering like leaves in a storm as I lose myself in the kiss. The driver, without a word, flicks on the partition, a subtle acknowledgment of the moment as the car continues to glide down the road, but it's as if the world outside no longer exists.

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