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Jjk React To Themselves

My techniques cultivate themselves

(Please recommend it to others if you like it, thank you. And add it to your collection if you like it.) Li Qingyun was an ordinary person who lived a quiet, unremarkable life — until the day he died and was reborn in a world of martial arts and immortal cultivation. Blessed with a mysterious system, he discovers a power unlike any other: a slot space where techniques can be placed and automatically cultivated without his input. While others spend years mastering a single technique, Li Qingyun’s skills grow on their own, evolving to higher ranks with each passing day. But in a world where strength is everything, his calm and adaptable nature becomes his greatest weapon. Navigating dangerous sects, ancient mysteries, and ruthless rivals, Li Qingyun must harness his ever-growing arsenal of techniques and find his place in this treacherous world. With his techniques cultivating themselves, the only limit is how far his ambitions can take him. .... This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The techniques, abilities, and system mechanics depicted in this story are purely fictional and should not be considered accurate or practical in real-world contexts. Reader discretion is advised. This is not a translation. (Please Support, your support and gift can help me more)
Apex227 · 61.5K Views

Mated To Four, Fated To One

“Let go of me! Why now?” I snapped at them as they closed their distance on me while I moved backward towards the stairs. “What happened to all of you hating me?” I sneered, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall from my eyes. “I can't be a mate to monsters! You all despised me, made my life worthless the whole time, and you suddenly want me to accept being your mate?” I stared unbelievably at them as their eyes glinted with fury as they approached further. “Well, we still hate you but think of this as a favor,” Ryder taunted, his lips curling into a dirty smirk and I glared at him. “Favor?” I gaped at him, taking cautious steps backward. “At least, your wish has been answered,” Derek snorted, cocking his head while Sage stared coldly at me. “That's why we have decided on making you our mistress. Highly to think we would accept a murderer as our mate.” Mael added, his words sent shivers running down my spine. “You all are sick! Insane!!” I chuckled bitterly, to think they'd always put Lena first before me. They wanted me as their mistress. “Thalia! Be care—” before I could process what Sage was about to say as he reached out to me. I lost my balance and tripped. *** Eleven years ago, I was framed for killing my precious younger sister whom everyone loved, and they thought I should have been the one to die instead of her. Being the daughter of the Beta, I was stripped of my title and demoted to an omega and became a servant in the pack's house. I was despised by everyone, especially the quadruplets, the Alpha's sons. Alpha Sage, Alpha Ryder, Alpha Mael, and Alpha Derek— the ruthless and most feared, respectable Alphas who never took a break from tormenting me and making my life worthless. Ten years later, my younger sister who was thought to be dead, reappeared at the pack's doorstep, looking alive and well, and even more beautiful and elegant. She was welcomed happily by all the pack members and was desired by the quadruplet. I thought everything would go back to how it was but I was neglected and remained the omega no one wanted until my life took a shocking turn when I clocked eighteen. Fate had me mated to the Alpha's sons, not just one but all four of them but what's even more shocking was when they agreed to make me their mistress. I'd rather eat dirt! Cause, I won't be bending so easily.
Pastel_Peach · 6.9K Views

His to Break, His to Keep

My hands trembled, my pulse a frantic drumbeat against my ribs as Liam Romano slid the ring onto my finger. White gold. Flawless diamonds. Cold and unfeeling—just like the man who now owned me. For most, a wedding ring symbolized love, devotion, a future built on choice. For me, it was a prison. A silent contract that stripped away my name, my freedom, my very identity. Emily Carter no longer existed. I was Emily Romano now. A pawn in a game played by ruthless men. A caged bird with no escape. I should have run when I had the chance. Now, as the most powerful figures of the New York and Chicago Famiglias watched in chilling silence, escape was nothing more than a distant dream. There were no second chances. No mercy. In our world, a marriage didn’t end unless a body hit the ground—and I knew whose body that would be if I dared to run. This wasn’t love. This was war. A treaty forged in blood. A fragile truce between two criminal empires standing at the edge of destruction. The Bratva were circling like vultures, waiting for a weakness, a reason to strike. And I? I was the peace offering, the price my father had paid to keep our family standing. I should be thankful. That’s what they told me. That’s what my father drilled into my head, over and over again. But gratitude didn’t make the chains any lighter. "You may kiss the bride." The priest’s voice shattered the silence. I forced myself to lift my gaze. Liam’s dark, calculating eyes met mine, void of warmth, void of hesitation. His face, cold and unreadable, gave away nothing. He was a man who had never known fear. A man who didn’t bend, didn’t break. And now, I belonged to him. The world watched, waiting for a sign of weakness. A crack in my mask. I wouldn’t give them one. But Liam? Liam saw through it all. His fingers tightened around mine—a warning, a promise. Then he moved. His lips crashed against mine, not soft, not tender—a kiss of possession. Of dominance. A silent vow that sealed my fate. My body stiffened under his touch, but I didn’t pull away. Because I knew what he was telling me without saying a word. You are mine. And in that moment, I realized something terrifying. I was his to keep. And his to break.
Akash_Chaudhary_0940 · 7.2K Views
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