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The Glutton Next Door

Jock Next Bed (BL)

College was like a wake-up call for most people. Especially the likes of Christopher Owen, who spent the rest of his high school years messing around and pining for the boy he never had. Having had a frustrating high school year, he decided to dedicate himself to his studies in college.   He flew many miles away from home, changed his looks, and hid his real identity from everyone.  His plans were simple: study hard, pass well, no dating. But then he realized two things: life was anything but easy without the backing of his last name. And... he wasn't sure how long he could last before he jumped his roommate, who was obviously not gay. But lust wasn't love, right? Maybe he could indulge a little? Just a little, I promise. ***** EXCERPT: "THAT ARROGANT, GOOD FOR NOTHING, DEMONIC IDIOT! I HATE HIM SO MUCH!" "O-kay... what is going on?" A friend asked him, watching as he paced around the room he just entered. "After battling for a long time. A LONG TIME!" he breathed heavily before continuing, "I... I confessed to him today." The other sat up, eyes wide. "For real?" "And then... with that stupid lollipop in his mouth, he just looked at me and said Okay. OKAY!" Gasps. "I didn't even know people said "okay" to love confessions, but he said "okay" to me!" -- Meanwhile, while he was there panicking, the one who had been confessed to remained seated where he was in the room. He had not moved an inch from that position since he got confessed to. But if one looked closely, they would notice how red his face was, up to the tips of his ears. He suddenly chuckled to himself. "That idiot," he muttered, looking at the door the other had taken.
ThatAmazingGirl · 651.1K Views

Standing Next To You

A man in his thirties was standing in front of she-devil's grave, under everyone's watchful eyes, he dropped the flower to her coffin, his tone was full of ridicule. "Congrats on your death." Next year he came, "I won. You lost to me and I will live well. Just rot in there." Next year he came again, "I have a pretty girlfriend and I will marry next year. My life is good. Nothing to worry about." Next year he came once more, "I will stop visiting and forget you! My life is better without you! See, I live well!" But he came again the next year and the years after that. People said he was hunted by his so-called arch-enemy. That even after death, the devil did not even let him go. He stood in front of her grave. His once handsome face had turned old and wrinkly. "Bei Sangyun, I cursed you. You are not allowed to rest in peace. You must be suffering there like me, right? You devil..." He might be the last one standing. But his life was the same as the dead's- lifeless and empty. He did not live well, he never once marry and his heart was never at peace. And it was all the fault of one person. ***** Bei Sangyun was a big bully in high school. The target of her bullying was the skinny boy in her grade, Fei Chuan. They were classmates once in kindergarten and met again in high school. But one day, just a year left before graduation, the big bully suddenly changed. One day, Fei Chuan hesitantly opened his locker. The other night, the big bully said that she left something in his locker. He did not really want to open it. He was afraid a poisonous snake would come out of his locker. However, his report card was there. With gritted teeth, the young boy opened it. However, what appeared was not a hideous thing as he expected, but a bright pink letter with a little heart sticker as a seal. It turned out, the surprise was scarier than a snake. Was this a new form of torture? Since then, Bei Sangyun relentlessly chased the young Fei Chuan until the two got married. ****** This is a story of rebirth. The two arch-enemies who could not live under the same sky had become sweet lovers.
Avalondra · 1.6M Views

I Got Reincarnated as a Gluttonous King with a System

I was nobody—a faceless drone, slaving away at a meaningless job in the modern world. But fate—or perhaps something far more sinister—had other plans. One moment, I was staring at the rain-slick asphalt of a street I'd never cross. The next, I woke up in a world torn straight from fantasy, staring down at hands that weren't my own. I was not only in another world; I was inside the body of King Alaric Varelius—dead, bloodied, and betrayed. In a next few moments, chaos engulfed me. Assassins came attacking me, and before I even get to scream, a voice in my head whispered to me: Skill Activated: Gluttony. When I woke up, I was covered in their blood, their strength flowing through my veins, and a glowing status window hovered before my eyes. It said one thing: in this world, power isn't earned—it's taken. But death is far from being the end for me. Each time I die, I revert to the same damned moment of rebirth—becoming the dead king once again. Wielding the skill Gluttony and replete with experience garnered through multiple lives, I vow to cut out my path towards survival. The kingdom I now rule teeters on the brink of collapse, plagued by treacherous nobles, ancient grudges between races, and whispers of a Demon King's impending invasion. It's clear what I'm here to do: unify the races, strengthen the kingdom, and uncover the mystery of why King Alaric—and now I—was marked for death. Every death teaches me something new. Each enemy I slay adds their strength along with their memories into mine. But the stronger it gets, the less one can control and harness it. More so, with each successive life taken, the hunger gains momentum. Can an ordinary nobody like me, a man, really be the king this broken world needs? Or will I lose myself to the darkness within before the final battle even begins? One thing’s for certain: I’ll die trying. Again. And again.
Conspirator · 16.6K Views

Gluttonous System Holder

Thousands of years passed since humanity existed. Achieving societal evolutions through modern technologies made human capabilities advance further to the extent that humans started inhabiting the nearest habitable planet Mars, and even go beyond residing the habitable satellites, while extracting usable minerals and materials from other celestial bodies in the entire solar system they've known for centuries. There existed unbalanced treatment between poor and rich that should have been resolved throughout the decades but greed took over the social structure after the founding new Earth Era executives died and succeeded with unworthy executive candidates. ---- While rich people enjoy living the life beyond fullest, the poor were scattered throughout the forsaken realms of the Earth, and got to live modestly while enduring the scarcity of supplies needed, neither the human organizations nor rich considered these forsaken inhabitants as human. One starry evening on one of the Earth's forsaken realm - Hellish Pit, there a lone forsaken inhabitant got abandoned by his adult companions. He's Neil, just turned 5 years old the day he was left alone in one of the considerably deserted island among the lands known as Forsaken Realms. Aside from Technological advancements, humans did evolved a step further when it comes to capabilities. Rich people were amongst the talented individuals, possessing their innate evolutionary talents, aided by technology they can afford and prestigious schools to attend, they enhanced these talents well, on the other hand, amongst poor, there were also some promising people and hence the scattered forsaken guilds often invest money on procuring aiding technology and books to hand over with these people while those devoid of luck amongst themselves got abandoned in places that forsaken realm inhabitants wouldn't even dare to think about residing. It was due to their quite irrationally rational thinking, - building their forsaken society made of strong people bound to yield greater good than keeping those untalented individuals. Aside from the lack of technology, humans still need to think about their basic necessities after all, such as food and water, though forsaken people adapted well enough in their environment, this isn't something that can be taken lightly when it comes to food and water supply. The strong must survive - says the founding and current leaders in the forsaken realm. Neil, a innocent, loving, intellectual child that just got 5 years old was abandoned after his father who was the head of Resistor Forsaken Realm Organization - one of the big organizations existed in the forsaken region, got assassinated, while his mother died after giving him birth. With his mom long gone, and his father's sudden death, there was no one to take care of him nor the high-ranking executives of organization wants too. Discarding the successor of the organization is the best way to relieve their greed after all, all these high executives have to do was fake the child's death, and the lower ranking people can't do anything about the situation than to be bound by the greedy new highest executives of the most respected and fair organization amongst the running company in the land of desolated people. Neil the unsuspecting child who lacks the protection from dangers of the world in a such a young age got himself shut from things he deserves. Now being left alone, scared, and hungry, his adventure begins.
Lrzn · 6.8K Views
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