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How Does Date A Live End

Fake Date, Real Fate

"Block him." "He's technically still my boss." "Then block him with dignity." The call ended again. And then started again. I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a sob, then finally answered with the enthusiasm of a snail crawling through salt. "Yes, Mr. Walton?" "Have you changed your mind yet?" I collapsed onto the towel and gazed at the sky as though it might consume me entirely if I pleaded sweetly enough. "Do you ever take a break?" I asked, shielding my eyes with one hand. "You're avoiding the question." "Because it's a dumb question." He exhaled, the sound sharp and irritated even over phone. "It's not a dumb question. It's a business offer." "It's a weird offer-one that I already said no to." There was a brief pause, and I could practically hear him clenching his jaw through the speaker. "You are acting unreasonably." " Unreasonable?" I sat up. "I'm not the one drafting fake girlfriend contracts like it's a normal Tuesday." "Isabella-" "Certainly not, Mr. Walton." I mimicked his tone perfectly. "I told you I'm not doing it. You need to find someone else to play pretend with." SYNOPSIS Isabella Miller thought saying no to her boss’s fake dating offer was the end of the story. But Adrien Walton doesn’t take no—especially not when he’s convinced she’s a gold digger. Suddenly, her student loans are piling up, her father’s vet clinic is on the brink of eviction and her brother is about to be kicked out of college. Coincidence? She thinks not. Adrien Walton is calm, calculating—and he's just pulled every string to corner Isabella into the perfect position. Now she’s stuck choosing between pride and survival. So she agrees to his offer: be his fake girlfriend. No feelings attached. No drama. Just business. Or so she thought. "Conference Room B. Fifteen minutes," he said, passing by without a glance. The folder he pushed across the table landed with a thud. I opened it. The contract. All of it. --- Enemies to lovers? Check. Slow burn? Hmmnyea. Banter so sharp it might file your nails? Yes. Delicious workplace tension? Of course. Tension that could melt steel?Absolutely. Smut?? Wanna find out? Welcome to corporate romance warfare. There’s no escaping this contract.
PrimRosee · 223.3K Views

A Perfect Bet Does Not Exist! [BL]

Kamakura Metropolitan University practically worships its resident bad‑boy brood: Akuma Takashi and his hand‑picked trio—Tomo Aizawa, Reiho Tsukishima, Itsuki Moriyama, and Takumi Kisaragi. Handsome, untouchable, and forever bored, they survive on one intoxicating pastime: reckless bets. The whole campus swoons over them, yet something about the quartet feels… off—too polished, too predatory, almost supernatural. It’s a sun‑soaked Thursday when trouble finds them. Akuma lounges in the cafeteria, annotation pen hovering over a battered paperback, when Tomo drops into the seat opposite, eyes gleaming. “Bro,” he drawls, “bet you can’t make the very next person through that door fall hopelessly in love with you.” The glass doors hiss. In walks Kaito Ishikawa—hood up, earbuds in, radiating I‑dare‑you apathy. Once upon a freshman year, he was Reiho’s favorite target; lockers, insults, sucker punches—Kaito endured them all with a single bored blink and a muttered expletive. Reiho flinches at the memory. “Bad call, Tomo. The guy’s got ice water for blood and a tongue like barbed wire.” Itsuki arches a brow; Takumi gives a low whistle. Tomo just smirks wider. Akuma snaps his book shut, eyes tracking Kaito’s deliberate stride. A lazy, dangerous smile curls across his lips. “Challenge accepted,” he murmurs— and in that heartbeat, the game is on. Akuma Takashi is the very definition of breathtaking. With white marble hair that dances with the wind and ocean-blue eyes that could drown you without warning, he’s the kind of beauty that makes people stop mid-step—and girls quite literally beg for his attention. He’s tall—like, stupidly tall—standing at a striking 180 cm, and he knows how to use every inch of it. And then there’s Kaito Ishikawa—just 165 cm of pure, concentrated menace. A short, sharp-tempered little villain, armed with jet-black hair, deep brown eyes, and zero tolerance for bullshit. He’s either buried in a book or glued to his phone, rarely acknowledges class, and yet… he’s always topping the academic charts. How? No one knows. Why? No one dares to ask. Frankly, no one cares—because Kaito doesn’t give a single damn about being understood. He’s chaos in a quiet package. And Akuma? He might be the only one insane enough to unwrap it.
mangobee_7 · 625 Views

Chronos's End

Alright, webnovel crew, let’s crank up the chaos and dive into the heart-pounding, edge-of-your-seat world of Chrono’s End! Picture this: a city called Velaris, trapped under a blood-red sky that’s been stuck in a menacing sunrise for years, like the universe hit pause on hope itself. The air’s thick with dread, and the clock’s ticking 54 minutes until the *Event*, some cosmic catastrophe ready to wipe the slate clean. But here’s the kicker: thanks to a genius named Dr. Chronos and his Speed Field, those 54 minutes stretch into 54 years. A whole lifetime to fight for survival if you’re fast enough to keep up. Enter Alex Thompson, the guy everyone’s written off as a total nobody. He’s a Norma, meaning no speed, no powers, just a plain gray cloak and a lifetime of side-eyes. In Velaris, speedsters are gods blazing through the streets with fire, lightning, or ice trailing behind them, battling nightmare creatures that claw their way through rifts in reality. These monsters aren’t just scary; they’re death incarnate—jagged claws, glowing eyes, and a hunger for blood that’s left entire districts in ruins. Five years ago, while Alex was frozen in stasis with half the population, these beasts tore through the city, and the speedsters, including his own family, fought to hold the line. Now, awake and out of place, Alex is the “Frozen Failure” a walking punchline to a world that worships velocity. His family? They’re legends: mom’s an earth-shaking speedster, dad’s a fire-wielding warrior, sister’s a water-bending prodigy. They love him, sure, but it’s the kind of love that comes with a side of pity and distance, like he’s a ghost from a past they’ve outrun. The city’s no kinder speedsters shove him aside, mock his slow steps, and laugh when he stumbles. But when a rift tears open in Horizon Plaza, spilling a towering, scale-covered horror with claws that could shred steel, Alex’s world flips upside down. This isn’t just another fight. The plaza becomes a warzone pavement cracking, screams echoing, blood staining the stones. The Sentinels, elite speedsters who glow like stars, are outmatched. One of them, Lira, goes down hard, her light fading as the creature looms over her. No one’s close enough to save her. No one but Alex. Against every instinct screaming at him to run, he charges into the chaos. Debris rains down, the rift’s energy warps the air, and the creature’s roar shakes his bones. He’s got no powers, no plan, just a ripped cloak and a stubborn spark of courage. As he slides beside Lira, pressing fabric to her glowing wounds, the monster turns its six dead-star eyes on him. Death is seconds away, and Alex knows it. But something stirs. Time itself hesitates a flicker, a heartbeat where the world slows, and he sees every detail: the creature’s dripping fangs, the flicker of Lira’s fading light, the desperation in his friends’ eyes. Is it his imagination, or is something impossible waking inside him? His best friends, Lily Windwhisper, whose gentle winds can barely stir dust, and Kael Emberstrike, a fire-fisted brawler who’d punch a rift shut if he could, leap in to save him. But the danger’s far from over. Behind the scenes, a cloaked figure watches from the shadows, their eyes glinting with malice. They’re pulling the strings, opening rifts, speeding up the end. And now, they’ve seen Alex seen that spark. He’s no longer just a failure. He’s a threat. With 54 years to save a crumbling world, Alex is about to discover a power that could bend time itself. But in a city of betrayal, where monsters lurk and trust is a luxury, one wrong move could end it all. Will he rise to fight the darkness, or will the clock run out, leaving his blood on the stones? Join Alex, Lily, and Kael in a race against oblivion, where every second is a battle, and every battle could be the last. The end is coming will you run with them?
GenesisCEQ · 933 Views

How To Evolve A Fireball

In the world of Elka, every awakened mage is granted a Grimoire — a living magical book that records their spells, achievements, and evolution paths. Spells aren’t static. They grow. They branch. They transform. For most mages, spell evolution is a game of instinct and talent — cast more, train harder, get lucky. But Arin Ember isn’t like most mages. He’s not even from this world. Transmigrated from a dying, magicless planet where survival depended on science, Arin sees magic not as mystery, but as code. And he’s obsessed with one spell: Fireball. The weakest, most basic spell in existence — and the only one he’ll ever use. While others chase power through variety, Arin dives into obsessive specialization. He dissects Fireball like a physicist. He refines it like a chemist. And in his blank, silent Grimoire, he begins rebuilding it from the ground up — not just evolving it, but rewriting its magical genome. Because in Elka, every spell is built on a hidden structure: mana-sequence code, a chain of runes and elemental instructions like living DNA. It governs everything — from power output to elemental behavior to spell adaptability. And Arin? He’s the first person insane enough to treat it like genetic engineering. Through experimentation, failure, and relentless theory-crafting, he transforms his Fireball into: A self-replicating flame with controlled mitosis A plasma-based projectile that adapts to air density A sentient spark that learns mid-combat And a superheated core spell capable of atomizing magic barriers They call him talentless. They call him obsessed. But soon, may call him something else: The Father of Spell Genetics. The One-Spell Monster. The Fireball Architect.
SizzlingCoal · 1.1K Views
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