Etienne Skin

This captivating novel is also adapted into a comic available on Webnovel. ---------------------------------- Cultivating inner strength with the Nine Yang Energy and training the body to an indestructible state, the Golden Back Nine Rings Saber sweeps across with a forty-yard long silver-blue blade energy. With force sinking into the dan tian, charging left and right, the Descending Dragon Palm bombards everything in sight. There's the Way of the Heart Demon Seed... Self-Forgetfulness... Sunflower True Power... Flying Dagger in the Void... Cassock Subdues Demons... Seven Forms of the Dragon... Palm of Buddha, War God Shattering! All are part of a riveting and blood-pumping journey in the world of martial arts! ... The mighty and robust Village Leader, Jiang Dali, sits quietly on his ornately carved pearwood chair, draped in a tiger skin coat over his bulging, strong muscles. His eyes are cold and tranquil as he surveils the newly recruited players sitting on both sides. Flattering praises from these players are incessant. 'Mighty Village Leader, invincible against swords and spears, an unmatched Iron Palm – please teach me your martial arts expertise!' 'Village Leader, can someone with sensitive skin practice the Iron Shirt technique?' 'Brother, spare the slick talk. The Village Leader is well-known for his ruthless and merciless nature.' A player, who had just resurrected at the City God Temple, makes a grimace, 'Ignorant at first, I didn’t grasp the hidden meaning in his words. The second time I listen, I'm already a soul under the knife. The Village Leader's word is law; asking the same question twice will get you sent on your way. I have no f**ks left to give.' In essence, this is all about a muscleman wielding a big saber, traversing through the thrilling and varied martial world without a female lead. A domineering and decisive tyrant, an Iron-Boss with player characters flowing like water....

【Single female lead or no female lead, don't read if you mind this】 【Infinite flow of intelligence】+【Whimsical tales】+【Word games】+【Joker People Literature】 Core of the power system: Text composition↓ A piece of "rock", a sheet of "skin", forms the character charm, "broken", which can shatter thousands of things. 【Scene Display】: When encountering a zombie, you just need to carry rice and scatter it. "Corpse" plus "rice" transform into a large mosaic, instantly turning the enemy into nothingness. *The instances involve 【Animal park rules tales】【Prison mirror】【Logic people】… —————————— "Is it time to delve into instances and uncover more monster tales?" Author Yu Liang, still groggy, sat at the computer, stretched, and casually drafted a leave application. 【Slacker Note】 My nephew is born. I am taking a day off^_^

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky. Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist. Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody. Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell. Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly— "Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you." Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, "the Just", the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.

If you had a golden apple, who would you give it to? Invited to the banquet, Luo En saw the golden apple in the plate inscribed with "To the fairest goddess" and the three goddesses embroiled in dispute before him, and he picked up a knife with a smug smile. The first step, peeling; he gave the skin to Aphrodite. "To be fair, you're quite pretty. As a layer of skin, you're not bad to look at." The second step, slicing the flesh; he gave that to Hera. "As the queen of heaven, yet everyone in Olympus from 800-year-olds to animals has cuckolded you, including males, females, and even sheep. Since you can't save face anyway, take these insides." The third step, he gave the remaining core to Athena. "You were supposed to be born a male god and take over Zeus's position, but due to Zeus's shenanigans, you lost that seed, so here, have this core." Aphrodite clenched her fists, Hera raised her scepter, Athena summoned her spear and shield... Seeing this, Luo En quickly stepped back, shielding the goddess of discord, Eris, firmly in front of him. "And you still want to be the goddess of discord? Look at me; I got them to unite at once, even better than you with your instigation." "..." Surrounded by Greek gods sharpening their knives, Eris was left in silence.

Known as "the in bird that shared it's wings"'only possess one wing. Unless a male and female pair lean on one another and act as one, they're in capable of flight. To be exact they are imperfect but for some reason their way of life struck me as essentially beautiful. _ On a plane, Antosia, a woman with moist pale skin, clashes with a suited man. She stares coldly at a creature that transforms into a human, hinting at her unusual nature. Meanwhile, at a university, Pristin and his group are celebrated as newly qualified "Parasites," about to begin training. Pristin is admired for his skills and handsome looks. Later, Pristin coldly confronts Evelyn, telling her to forget the past. Evelyn is left speechless and in tears, suggesting a painful history between them. What is the connections between these characters and the mysteries surrounding them. What kind of training awaits the Parasites? What is Antosia's secret? And what happened between Evelyn and Pristin?

His gaze was intense and piercing, it was as if he could see through her. As he neared Nicholina felt her heart skip a beat,every step he took towards her had a strange effect on her, which she couldn't decipher. His intense gaze, swept over her seeing through the thin fabric that showed off all her curves. swallowing hard, Rheaphel's hand moved involuntarily to explore every part of her curves. The closer his hand got, Nicho felt the air live her lungs. It was as if the air was caught up by a magical force. Every movement of his hands on her pale skin caused a strange and unyielding need in her that terrified yet triggered an excitement in her. suppressing a moan that threatened to escape her mouth. Nicholina was glad when a knock interrupted

Since the beginning of time the Gods have caused chaos for their own amusement, a dragon skinned for it's scales, a fairy who lost her body, a beautiful woman with no more form and a child who lost everything. Cades Kirgun is an ehetrian child who longed to become a artificer. His life was perfect, and we will see that life, but one day everything changed. This is the story about the truth hidden from everyone, about a crusade against the gods, a war for what everyone believed in, a fight of the countless against the few.

Zephyr Ravencrest was born into nobility but lived as a failure—unblessed by the gods, powerless, and abandoned by fate. His life ended in blood and betrayal, yet in his final moments, he drank the blood of an unknown, ancient being. When he awoke, he had regressed three days before the Ceremony of Ascension—where noble children receive their divine gifts. But something was different this time. Shadows whispered to him, slithering beneath his skin, and a dark voice echoed in his mind. With a power unlike any seen before, Zephyr is determined to carve a new destiny for himself. No longer will he be the forgotten child of the Ravencrest family. The gods ignored him once. They will regret it.

Worick Chamnie never expected his mundane life to change-until the day it was stolen from him. Transported to the world of Ambitus alongside countless others, he finds himself caught in a conflict far beyond his comprehension. With no way home and a strange power lurking beneath his skin, he is forced to survive in a world teetering on the edge of war. Marked by a mysterious force and haunted by memories of his past, Worick sets out on a path of solitude, unwilling to trust but unable to ignore the growing storm around him. As he struggles against the darkness within and the forces that seek to control him, he slowly begins to form bonds with those who refuse to abandon him-even when he tries to push them away. But something ancient stirs beneath the surface of Ambitus, a power long forgotten, waiting to awaken. And when it does, Worick may no longer have a choice in the fate he must face.

Angie Dannel was an author everyone was watching. At the top of the Bestseller's List and an impressive online presence. She was a sweet heart that was beloved by her friends and colleagues. Someone several young English majors hoped would be their guest lecturer. She was at the top of her game when she received a strange email. An email asking, "Angelica, is that you?" Something that opened opened Pandora's Box. Something that had to be corrected. ---- She chewed on her lower lip and pinched her skin. This couldn’t be real. She shouldn’t be standing in this room. She doesn’t belong in the bedroom of her fictional character or her past self whichever it was. The sharp stab of pain from her arms caused tears to prick her eyes and reality to settle in a bit more. She was no longer Angie. She was Angelica again.

A young mage decides to go to University where he learns about the modern world, modern people, and his role in a conspiracy that started before he was even born. Accompany Dorin, a young mage brought up alone in their mountain home who has always been an obedient son until his mom refused to let him travel to a place called 'University' to attend a so-called 'Photography Camp' he read from a flyer in one of her books. Now, filled with the thrill of adventure (and the knowledge that his mom would probably skin him alive), he embarks on a journey towards unknown lands to learn the magic of 'Photography' and all the hidden wonders in 'University' where he would find people, objects and events that go beyond his wildest imagination.

Synopsis: A rosy smell envelops me as warm sunlight bathes my skin, and I wake up with an unfamiliar smile on my face. But wait, why am I smiling? Happiness is an elusive concept I've never grasped. Confusion floods my mind as I swiftly rise from the massive bed, taking in the sight of golden edges and a mesmerizing crystal chandelier. Panic sets in as I wonder, "Where am I?" Every inch of this room, this place, is a feast for my senses. It's like nothing I've ever known. Questions consume me, pushing me to seek answers about this bewildering reality I've stumbled upon. How did I end up here? Is it all a dream, or is this a tangible escape from the emotional void that has defined my existence?

"Writer’s block is one thing. Being too lazy to even write is another. But waking up as a girl? Now that’s just ridiculous." At 19 years old, Joseph Angelito L. Ramondez is a NEET, a failed writer, and a professional procrastinator. He’s tried everything—every cliché in the book, every AI writing tool under the sun—but nothing works. His stories are uninspired, overdone, and completely ignored. Maybe he was just born too late for success. Or maybe he’s just destined to fail. Then, one morning, he wakes up to find himself in a female body—long, flowing silver hair, piercing blue eyes, and all. Instead of freaking out, his first thought is: "Maybe I can finally write a good gender-bend story now." Armed with a new perspective (literally) and a renewed (though still lazy) sense of purpose, Joseph sets out to turn his bizarre new reality into a bestselling novel. But can he actually finish a story for once? Or will his procrastination, crippling self-doubt, and newly complicated life get in the way? ________________ Tags:Genderbender,Slice Of Life,Male to female, Echii

I miss the sound of his laughter, the way his hand fit perfectly in mine, the quiet warmth of his presence like a sunbeam on my skin. Every stolen moment, every shared secret, is a treasure I clutch fiercely, knowing that no one, no one, understands. Not Dad. Not Mom. Not even Kiara. To them, Leo is a fabrication, a phantom conjured from the depths of my imagination, a trick of the light. To them, I'm just a quiet, perhaps overly sensitive, teenager. They see the practiced smiles, the polite conversations, the desperate attempts to blend in. They don't see the gaping hole in my soul, the constant, gnawing longing for a reality that exists only for me.

A breathing bone. That’s what the nurses called the patient lying down at the end of the hospital’s left wing. Far from the crowd and not supported by any life supporting machine. Abandoned and waiting for death. But death seems to avoid the man. Days. Weeks. Months. For eight years since the man was admitted in the hospital, he stayed lying down without any food or antibiotics… alive. With almost nothing but his organs, wrinkled skin, and bones, the man continuously breathed on top of that unchanged hospital bed that was left like that in fear that they would break the man if they tried to move him even for a bit. His curious case piqued the scientific community but no one can decipher what’s actually happening to the man’s body. Until his ninth year came. And the hospital fell from a massive earthquake. Gladly, in his ninth year, the breathing bone died.

A young girl called Ai met a strange man who she though was homeless. Attempting to help and give him money. 'As Ai reached her hand to place the money onto his palm, he grabbed her wrist. She was dazed for a moment before sensing danger from him. Instantly she tried to pull her arm free from him. Her wrist bruising and turning red as she tried. Her eyes drifted the the strange blackness which etched its way onto her skin. His chuckling filled the streets as she felt her body grow numb. Her vision blurry. The last thing she saw was the old man's wicked smile. That was all that was under the cloak..' Awaking her world had changed and her life grew more complicated.

With great power... COMES GREAT BI-... ehrm great responsiblity... 'this is a take on a dream i had a long time ago when i was struggeling with some stuff, but since then ive been fascinated by the idea.' roughly spoken its abt a kid getting great powers, but the only one who got them in a world of monsters, atleast for now... oh btw ive never written before and i do this for fun haha

Verayah is on her way to becoming a healer and making up for her parent’s sacrifices. She is about to marry her only best friend, Elizan. Everything is going as planned until one of the council members discovers the gold underneath her skin and labels her the Savior of the Lands, the chosen one who will free them from the dragons. Everything happens so fast and she is now caught between choosing to love her best friend or the mysterious man who decided to help her, all while figuring out how to rid their world of Dragons. Author’s Note: This is a first draft so it will most likely have common mistakes in it.

Life and death are concepts that humanity has grown accustomed to. When a human is born, they are bound to the contract of death, forced to succumb to its cold embrace. But in the world of The Legion, powerful forces set out to change that. In the vibrant city of Los Angeles, Thomas Martin and Clair must set out to rescue Mason Heartson, who has been bestowed with the strange ability to produce black flames from his own skin. As Thomas and Clair overcome challenges in order to get towards Mason, they discover harsh truths about their own morals and selves, while Mason simultaneously learns his own truths and faces his own demons. Filled with detailed and exciting fights, high stake plans, and characters you can’t help but grow to love, The Legion is a must read.

“I'd give you my soul, if that's what you want.” Eleven. Silver locks. Amethyst eyes. Shiny skin. Blood sweeter than wine. Most sought after 'good' in the Kingdom. She was everything a man would need, and also everything a man would kill to have. Whoever touched Eleven's hair would be granted good things. Whoever plucked her eyes out would get gems richer than the kingdom's currency. Whoever scrapped her skin would be getting a warm coat. Whoever tasted her blood would be granted immortality. She was a Goddess. Goddess of Life. * “I'd burn the fucking world for you, if that's what you want.” Zeiss. A rare man. Has the power of invisibility. The power to turn anything into flames. The power to end a person's life with just thoughts. The power of all wicked things a person wouldn't wish to have. The same world he promised to give her, the same world he would burn to the ground, if she wished for it. He was a God. The God of Death. When Zeiss meets the sought after Goddess of Life. He is reminded everything about his mother. Her silver locks and her eyes that shone brighter than gems and diamonds. Eleven, a woman who spoke to him like no other. A woman who made him believe he had a soul in him after he had thought he had none left. A woman who could bring him life and also be his damnation. The first and only woman he was loved by and ever loved.

The cold snow slipped through his clothes and shoes, the frostbite slowly making him numb. Xue Huan tightly hugged a single chest, until he reached a cave. He walked deeper in to the gave, finally reaching a beautiful coffin. There lay a man, with pale skin that seemed whiter than the snow storm outside, colorless lips… it was a corpse. Xue Huan finally opened the chest, inside was a glowing jade. He laid the jade on the dead man's chest, mumbling some words until warm lights swallowed the room into a blinding sight… the dead man opened his eyes. Along with the awakened dead man, Xue Huan's memories were also awakened, the now alive man was the demon lord that was killed hundreds of years ago… who was awakened by his subornate, later falling in love with the main character.

In a universe where seven planets revolve under the iron-fisted rule of the Human empire, Wynn, a rat-like boy is born into the bleak backwater planet of Zerith, caught in the web of fate’s cruel design. A boy with ghostly white hair and skin, Wynn was never meant to have a destiny of his own. But fate, it seems, has a different plan. When ????, a ????? from ????, is mysteriously pulled into the world of Wings Of Dawn, a novel she discovered by chance, she finds herself transmigrated into the body of?????. Her initial frustration of being trapped in a foreign world quickly turns into cold calculation. Using her knowledge of the novel, ??? intends to survive by manipulating the world around her, seeking out artifacts and allies—especially Arthur von Scit, the arrogant protagonist destined for greatness.

Meet Morticia Katz, the rebellious high school outcast with a notorious reputation and bubbling vendetta against the one person who makes her skin crawl: Maverick. Their toxic relationship is a ticking time bomb, fueled by a deep-seated loathing that's only matched by their polar opposite personalities and values. But when Morticia discovers she's truly being forced into a marriage with her arch-nemesis, her world is turned upside down. With her freedom and sanity on the line, she'll stop at nothing to escape this catastrophic fate. How far will she go to avoid a lifetime of misery with the one person she despises most?

As their lips met, the world around them melted away, leaving only the gentle caress of their kiss. It was a slow, sweet burn, like the first tender flames of a winter fire. But just as she tried to pull away, he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her close with a gentle yet insistent pressure. His hands roamed over her back, sending shivers down her spine as he slowly peeled off her singlet. The ice block she had been holding slipped from her fingers, landing with a soft thud on her breast. The cold was a shock, making her gasp and try to pull away, but he held her fast, his lips never leaving hers. As the chill seeped into her skin, she tried to squirm free, but he was relentless, his hands slipping beneath her clothes to warm her chilled flesh. His fingers brushed against her skin, sending sparks flying through her veins like fireflies on a summer night. And yet, even as she tried to push him away, she couldn't help but feel drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. His touch was a slow, sweet torture, melting her resistance like ice in the spring sun. but then someone was behind the door of the room 'sucy are you here'

He grasped my neck firmly with his strong arms and declared, 'You're mine!' I struggled to break free, my anger rising. 'Let me go!' I demanded. But he held me close, his grip unyielding. Tears of sadness and anger filled my eyes as I whispered, 'You never truly loved me. You just manipulated me.' My voice trembled with emotion. He looked at me intensely, his eyes filled with a mix of passion and desperation. 'I did love you, Bella,' he insisted. 'I still do.' Before I could say another word, he crashed his lips against mine. His grip was unyielding, his touch overpowering. Even though he had hurt me, my body ********************** On the night of her tenth wedding anniversary, Bella uncovers a devastating betrayal—her husband, Kelvin, has been having an affair with the ruthless and seductive Mimi Larkin. Humiliated and heartbroken, Bella's world shatters. But when a fight between them leads to both women falling into the water, something shocking happens—they switch bodies. Now trapped in her enemy’s skin, Bella wakes up in the hospital,her real body lies in a coma and she's now in Mimi's body. As Bella fights to reclaim her life,she learns more, she discovers that her marriage was built on lies and that Mimi has made many enemies. But Mimi will not give up easily. With her new face, she spreads more lies and makes things even harder for Bella. The question remains: will Bella ever get her body back—or will she be trapped in her enemy’s skin forever?

My experience with the law has driven me to write this book. Based on issues I have endeavour past and current, some of the issues mentioned in this are sad as well as happy memories that I have achieved, some are when I am at my proudest attending the University of Wolverhampton and being called a student nurse mentor As a women who could dig the stony ground with bare hand and no tools to get herself through the barbered wire, cutting deep into her skin with blood dripping from her legs, and managed to get out. walked around bare I would like to thank my daughter for being there for me when I needed her the most. Gwyneth my child.

If it's any consolation... I know that life has better points. I can remember them. And maybe one day I'll experience them again. As fleeting as they are. But right now and right here. As I sit here in my dilapidated room. I feel a lost hope. The kind of hope that kills you more than any breakup, or dramatic event can. I stare at strangers these days. Not because I want to see them, but because I'm trying to remember what it felt like when faces meant something. The mirror's become a stranger too. Sometimes I stand there, touching my cheek, wondering if skin is supposed to feel this cold.

Nobody knows where they came from. Their whereabouts have even less in the way of answers and theories. Answers, and Theories. That's all they are. All they want you to know. We all believed the last of the druids went out with the last purge our queen did. Something she does to cleanse the land of magic. In her words, only she could possess it. But the druids didn't go out. Not when the vines swirl around the royal guard, thorns pricking the skin deep enough to bleed. Pirates. Pirates are a threat. The land isn't safe, but neither are the seas. Not with their self appointed queen, Lull. Not with sea monsters at her beck and call. A demigod rising to divinity, her way paved with the blood of thousands. For weeks, the rivers ran red, the valley grass stained copper-crimson. And now, the kindly queen Divina has gone mad. The woods are as dark as her soul. Watch your back.

not suitable for minors is serious do not read Jhin is an exemplary father, friend and husband always watching over his family and friends to have a decent life but everything has an end It was a normal work day Jhin and his colleagues have a tragic accident with some chemical containers killing most of the team, being the only survivor Jhin is practically unrecognizable, the chemicals in addition to the deformations on his skin and face also cause side effects on his body until he reaches despair until the seventh day, of the seventh month, in the seventh year, a woman who claims to call herself one of the original seven sins orders him to satisfy her ego in exchange for rewards but with punishments if she does not do it well Jhin has to perform any wicked act to receive his gifts if you are looking for justice, moral values or something similar this is not your cup of tea "follow your path"