Asmr Roleplay Cuddles Sleep

"A malicious incident has occurred at our city hospital, a patient has taken medical staff hostage, and is now in a standoff with the police..." Yang Xiao turned off the TV, and the next second, a call came through, "Son, release the doctor now. There are police all around; you can't escape!" As if to prove the woman's words, the police sirens outside grew louder one after another, and there was also movement in the hallway. "It's fake, all fake. This is the Nightmare World. Otherwise, why would your call still come through after I cut the phone line?" Yang Xiao glared at the fallen phone line, his face twisted ferociously.

She was a famous assassin who had killed important figures, but ironically, she was killed by her own lover. And when she thought she was dead, it turned out she was occupying the soul of a young girl who was tricked by her own family. 'Because I have been reborn, I will take revenge on the people who planned my murder and also teach a lesson to the people who underestimated the girl whose soul I reside in!' However, things become complicated when she has to marry a cold man, whom she spent the night with.

Lost in loneliness and regret, Steve finds solace in sleep. But this time, a young star falls into his dream, bringing warmth and light.

WARNING YOU COULD GET ADDICTED TO THIS NOVEL ["Congratulations to the host for activating the 'supreme sleeping System'. As long as you sleep, your cultivation will be Enhanced! Every two hours that you sleep your cultivation speed will be doubled!"] ["Now, host, please activate the sleeping mode and strengthen yourself in your dreams."] Everyone in tailong Land practices martial arts. Talent is the foundation that determines a martial artist's future strength. Xiao Chen, the heir of the most powerful family, was born with the first level of cultivation. Therefore, his relatives regarded him as a useless man and tried to occupy his position of being the young master of the Xiao Family. Coincidentally, Xiao Chen got an supreme system, which brought him countless Fortune's. [AUTHORS NOTE] "if i made any mistakes on the first few chapters while editing please bear with me" [hello i want to tell you some things .>>>>per 100 power stones book receive i will release 10 bonus chapters] [per 10 golden tickets the book receive i will release 20 more chapters] [per 10 review the novel gets i'll release 10 chapters more that day] #system #action #eastern #overpowered #cultivation #adventure #faceslapping #urban

The Hunter's Gonna Lay Low Hunter Cha Euijae, yang ditugaskan untuk menutup celah yang muncul di Laut Barat, terlempar keluar segera setelah ia menutup celah tersebut. Ketika ia sadar kembali, ia terbaring di tempat pembuangan sampah. Dalam keadaan kelaparan, ia tertarik seperti zombie yang haus darah ke sebuah restoran sup penghilang mabuk, di mana ia menyadari bahwa ia telah jatuh ke Korea Selatan, delapan tahun di masa depan. Di era ini, peringatan bencana memberi tahu orang-orang tentang pembukaan celah sebelumnya, video ASMR slime yang dikumpulkan dari ruang bawah tanah sedang tren, dan para hunter yang menganggur melakukan siaran langsung unboxing pedang panjang A-rank. Tidak seperti masa lalu, di mana orang-orang gemetar ketakutan akan kiamat yang akan datang, masa depan secara mengejutkan damai, membuat Cha Euijae merasa hampa. Karena semuanya telah berubah seperti ini, mengapa tidak memulai babak kedua kehidupan sebagai pekerja paruh waktu di restoran sup penghilang mabuk, daripada menjadi seorang hunter? "Aneh sekali." "....." "Apakah kita pernah bertemu sebelumnya?" Rencana Cha Euijae untuk menghabiskan sisa hari-harinya dengan tenang sebagai satu-satunya pekerja paruh waktu di restoran sup penghilang mabuk yang sudah berusia puluhan tahun menjadi kacau ketika ia bertemu dengan seorang individu misterius bermasker gas...

A couple weeks before Lake's Martial Course Entrance Exam, While he was taking a nap during a class he is awoken by a strange beeping sound. Opening his sleepy eyes, he could sees a strange holographic screen in front of him. [Roleplay System has successfully bonded to host. Do you wish to begin roleplaying?] [Yes?] or [No?] At first Lake thought he was still half asleep and half-heartedly chose [Yes]. Immediately After he saw a new prompt appear before his eyes. [Please select the main role the host wishes to play from the following options.] After reading that message, A series of options appeared before him. The options were so numerous that they covered the entirety of his vision. From the numerous options Lake could spot a few interesting sounding roles, [Martial Saint], [Heavenly Sage], [Harem King], [Slaughterer]… The options were too much and they made Lake dizzy. Without much thinking Lake scanned through the list of roles and choose the role whose name caught his attention the most. [Master of Fate] *** Disclaimer 1. Cover art is not mine. It belongs to kaslla. I took the image and edited my title onto it. Their twitter handle is ksb_x4 if you wish to check out their work. 2. This is my first novel that I decided to write to fill up my free time, so don't expect constant updates or any amazing writing quality. 3. I am willing to take criticism as I am still looking to improve my writing skills. For those who may post constructive criticism, thanks in advance. 4. Finally, thank you for taking the time to read my novel.

Hunter Cha Eui-jae, who was dispatched to seal a rift that appeared over the West Sea, was flung out as soon as he closed the rift. When he came to his senses, he was lying in a garbage dump. Starving, he was drawn like a zombie is to blood to a hangover soup restaurant, where he realized that he had fallen into South Korea, eight years in the future. In this era, disaster alerts notify people of rift openings in advance, ASMR videos of slimes gathered from dungeons were trending, and idle hunters livestream unboxings of A-rank longswords. Unlike the past, where people trembled in fear of an impending apocalypse, the future was surprisingly peaceful, leaving Cha Eui-jae feeling empty. Since things had turned out this way, why not start a second chapter of life as a part-timer at the hangover soup restaurant, rather than being a hunter? “That’s strange.” “…” “Have we met somewhere before?” Cha Eui-jae’s plan to quietly spend his remaining days as the only part-time worker at the decades-old hangover soup restaurant goes awry when he encounters a mysterious, gas-masked individual… DISCLAIMER: The story isn't mine

Say it with me: "We listen, and we don’t judge." Okay, so hear me out. I may have made a small mistake. But to be fair, how was I supposed to know that the cherry blossom tree I fell asleep under was home to the cutest squirrel ever to exist? Like, ever. A squirrel that just so happened to be the beloved pet of a powerful demon goddess from another world. I didn’t mean to grab it in my sleep and cuddle it to death. I swear! Its tail was just so fluffy! I think... I can’t be too sure since I was loopy on cough medicine. I had this really bad cold thanks to my idiot brother, who can’t seem to cover his fudging mouth. I’m getting off track, aren’t I? Sorry, sorry. Anyway, after the demon goddess sensed her pet’s life come to an untimely end, she teleported to its last location and found my sleeping self cuddling the dead thing. Remember, "We listen, and we don’t judge!" I can’t be the only sleep-cuddler here! So, in her rage and pain, the demoness kicked me into another tree—at least, I’m assuming that’s what happened, because when I woke up in agonizing pain, my head was stuck in said tree. As you can imagine, I died soon after. Bled out, the whole shebang. Long story short, the drop-dead gorgeous (hehe, see what I did there?) demoness—whom I may or may not have developed a major crush on—ended my life. Hey! Don’t judge. She gave me warm chestnuts. Golden chestnuts. That’s clearly love, right? Wait, where was I? Oh, right. My future wifey turned me into the cutest, most adorable squirrel ever! The upside—besides being able to nap on the demoness’s perfect chest? It’s the fact that, while I’m no longer a human girl, I could eventually evolve back into a human form. All I have to do is level up. If only people would stop trying to capture me and make me their pet! Back off! I know I'm cute, but I belong to my Wifey. You can't have this cute squirrel!"

The fantastical tale of a Survivor, with fantasy mixed in. For those who like light reads, or simple narratives, turn away. Your heart will water, your eyes will break and vice versa. But if you like it hot and heavy, with plenty of drama and 'all-too-realism', we've got you! please note that this is a tale of someone real, with things changed, for privacy reasons, but with fantasy mixed in, because, come on, noone wants a straight sob story. so the story will suddenly, sharply diverge from reality, as it simply is what was felt at the time. but if you can handle that, and haven't been turned off yet, then I personally invite you to get a drink, grab a blanket, cuddle up to the fire, and listen carefully. For I am the Teller of Tales, and the Weaver of Dreams.

Levib, not a human, has lived for a few thousand years through sleeping, has been brought on Earth to give blessings.

Long Sleep is a sci-fi, teen love story set in a world where nothing is as it seems. Akari awakens from a long, mysterious slumber, only to find herself in an unfamiliar reality. With no memory of how she arrived, she embarks on an adventure with Andy, a soldier with secrets of his own. Together, they uncover shocking truths and explore a connection that defies time and reason. Prepare for an exhilarating journey filled with twists, danger, and romance as they uncover the truth behind her lost years.

If You Was To Be Given A Second Chance At Life, What would You Change? Isak, A Sleep Deprived High Schooler With Zero Ambitions In Life, Zero Social Life, Not A Care About Anything In The World, Until ?

Finally my time has come, it's time to sleep... ???????? What's with all this noise? Is there some crazy person out there? Wait, what? Are they moving in there? ... Please I can't take it anymore, I just want to get some sleep... Anyone...? Help... Just get me out of here... ... ... ... [DING! - Is that all you want?] “Yes.” [DING! - Teleporting host to the Demon's Lair... 3 ... 2 ... 1 ...] “Wait... WHAAAAAAT?”

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

Richard stressed out college student with nothing going for him goes to sleep one night and has a fated encounter that sends him into another world as a dungeon monster. “But, why out of all monsters am I a mimic?!”

El cazador Cha Eui-jae, que fue enviado a sellar una grieta que apareció sobre el Mar del Oeste, fue arrojado al vacío tan pronto como cerró la grieta. Cuando recobró el sentido, estaba tirado en un basurero. Hambriento, fue atraído como un zombi a la sangre hacia un restaurante de sopa de resaca, donde se dio cuenta de que había caído en Corea del Sur, ocho años en el futuro. En esta era, las alertas de desastre notificaban a las personas sobre la apertura de grietas con anticipación, los videos ASMR de slimes recolectados de mazmorras eran tendencia y los cazadores ociosos transmiten en vivo unboxing de espadas largas de rango A. A diferencia del pasado, donde la gente temblaba de miedo a un apocalipsis inminente, el futuro era sorprendentemente pacífico, lo que dejó a Cha Eui-jae con una sensación de vacío. Dado que las cosas habían resultado así, ¿por qué no comenzar un segundo capítulo de la vida como trabajador a tiempo parcial en el restaurante de sopa de resaca, en lugar de ser un cazador? —Esto es extraño. —… —¿Nos hemos visto antes en algún lugar? El plan de Cha Eui-jae de pasar tranquilamente sus últimos días como el único trabajador a tiempo parcial en el restaurante de sopas para resacas que lleva décadas en funcionamiento fracasa cuando se encuentra con un misterioso individuo con máscara de gas…

After closing my eyes to sleep i suddenly heard something. When i woke up i suddenly realized that i got reincarnated in my favorite manga?! The picture on the cover is not mine so credits to the creator of the image

a black figured somebody arrives each night at 11pm and watches Jonathan sleep while smiling. watch as the nightmare unfolds

He thought for a moment and asked casually, "How long do you sleep every day now?" 　　Zhang Yu: “Five hours.” 　　The interviewer asked in surprise: "Five hours?" 　　"Since primary school, the average sleep duration of our students has never exceeded two hours a day. And the outstanding graduates of previous years basically did not sleep at all." 　　"You actually sleep five hours a day, which means you study three hours less than others. In nine years, the difference is nearly 10,000 hours..."

Zhangi a teenage boy sleeping soundly in his apartment suddenly gets transported into a new world and gains a mysterious system claiming to be there to assist him

Usually the night time is when we go to sleep, recharge ourselves, get the energy for the next day or simply just rest after a tiring day. But not in this story. Even though he always felt the need to sleep in daytime, Alfie Ellis would not have imagined to himself how his night life, his dear sleep time, would be over. After getting attached to the night ghost, he makes a deal with him, not checking the little details ,as uaual, he's forced to become a ghost when the night comes. Not used to this situation he panics ,having a hard time controlling his powers, along with the new thirsty desire for death. Alfie is trying to figure out what to do and how to stop himself from harming other people in the process.

Jaden Yan delivered food to the house of a stunning young woman, but unexpectedly, she offered him money to sleep with her. If he refused, she threatened to leave a negative review. As a man, how should he choose?......

AVISO! -ROMANCE OBSCURO- Um metamorfo só terá um companheiro de sua própria espécie, mas o que acontece se você é o último ser do seu tipo? Lycan. Ele é o último de sua espécie e é o tipo de metamorfo mais aterrorizante. Mas, por mais assustador que ele fosse, ele estava sozinho. No entanto, para sobreviver, você não precisa ser o mais forte, apenas o mais letal. *** Ele olhou para ela como se nunca tivesse visto alguém antes. A visão dela acalmou o ruído em seus ouvidos, o bater de seu coração e finalmente ele foi capaz de se concentrar novamente... “Ela não é mais sua responsabilidade. Ela é minha para lidar agora”, disse o lycan.

The world once fell, The Apocrypha War, a war so long and devastating it left nothing but a broken world, now run by organised crime, corporate conglomerates, highly corrupt and authoritative governments and superhuman weapons, everyone must survive in a world dominated by the strong and the wealthy.

WARNING! -DARK ROMANCE- A shifter will only have mate from their kind, but what happens if you are the last creature of your kind? Lycan. He is the last of his kind and is the most terrifying type of shifter. But, as scary as he was, he was alone. However, in order to survive, you don’t have to be the strongest, just deadliest. *** He looked at her like he had never seen anyone before. The sight of her calmed the rush in his ears, the beat of his heart and finally he was able to focus again… “She is no longer your responsibility. She is mine to deal with now,” the lycan said.

Not getting enough sleep has deadly side effects. And not just in the physical sense. That's for those lucky insomniacs. If you fall sick and die from lack of sleep then consider yourself lucky. If you recover from your insomnia and go back to being a normal human being, then you've won the lottery. Unfortunately, most of the human population have sleeping problems. And for those who do not fall under the two previous categories, something far more sinister awaits them. There are those whose minds become so disoriented and debilitated from the exhaustion of insomnia that it leaves them vulnerable to demonic entities. Ones which feast on despair and trauma. And do so with a bright smile on their faces. Faces only the infected can see. You leave your mind weak enough just about anything can step in. And who's mind is more enticing to a nightmare demon than a mind which is already crumbling and hallucinating from a lack of sleep. Be wary. Be cautious.

## CONTENIDO MADURO! ## —¿Por qué tienes cicatrices? —De repente, Iris cambió de tema, mientras miraba a Cane directo a los ojos. Seguía aferrándose a sus mangas. —Tu padre me las hizo —respondió Cane. Pensó que Iris no recordaría esta conversación cuando despertara. —Debe ser muy doloroso. —Lo es. —¿Las cicatrices sanarán? —No lo creo. La noche de verdad te hacía vulnerable y te permitía decir cosas que nunca admitirías cuando estaba claro. La oscuridad ablandaba tu corazón. —Qué pena. Tienes una alma cálida. —Iris frunció ligeramente el ceño. —Ya no tengo alma. Había vendido su alma por la libertad de su pueblo. No quedaba nada de él en este momento. —Sí la tienes, pero estás sufriendo mucho. —Iris parpadeó. —Tu bestia está sufriendo. Tienes tantas cicatrices. —Las únicas cicatrices que tengo están en mi cara. —Iris negó con la cabeza débilmente. —No hablo de tu cara. Hablo de tu alma. Qué lástima, estás sufriendo tanto… lo que mi padre y hermano te hicieron debe ser doloroso… Y después de eso, Iris cerró los ojos y se durmió. ====================== Ella es la hija de un alfa que mató a su familia, arrasó con su manada y también convirtió a su pueblo en esclavos. Ahora, ha logrado vengarse después de diez años de ser tratado como esclavo y vivir una vida que nadie podría imaginar jamás. Vida similar al infierno. Y diez años después, el Alfa Cane logra tomar el control y matar al alfa que empeoró la vida de su pueblo más allá de la muerte. Era hora de que hiciera pagar a los hijos del alfa por lo que su padre había hecho. Solo que... Iris era un renacuajo y era muy diferente a su padre.

The story of a creature without memories whose mission is to awaken a woman who neither ages nor rots, but who never wakes up

One night.  One night, that I just had to sleep under the stars and moons.  The night that changed my view of the world, and my life. Because of my one mistake of sleeping under the moon’s, I was chosen by them and visited by her. To complete my mission and take my place in this world. But why do so many people try to stop me without knowing my name or face?  All that I wish for is to be free of these chains.  To be free of the moon's gift.