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Claimed by the Alien Lords: An Author’s Transmigration Tale

They Weren't Just Hot Aliens; They Were Beast Men Too~~~ ———————————— ————————— She was just an overworked, underpaid author who fell asleep mid-chapter, only to wake up as a maid in her own novel. The bad news? She was stuck in the castle of three insanely attractive alien lords—brothers whose powers could crush her without a second thought. The worse news? In a world where females were considered average at best, she’d somehow made herself the most stunning woman alive. Now, every jealous (and shockingly hideous) female wants her dead, while the lords won’t stop eyeing her like she’s their next meal. Her “insider author knowledge” should’ve been her golden ticket, but the plot? It wasn’t behaving. She’d written them as hot aliens who could transform into beasts—snakes, lions, and cheetahs, to be exact. But something about seeing it up close felt…different. The predatory gleam in their eyes, the way their movements blurred the line between man and beast—it was intense, overwhelming, and nothing like she’d imagined while typing away at her desk. Was this how her characters had always been, or was the world she’d created starting to twist itself into something new? Was this supposed to happen? Did the world start glitching? Or had her subconscious added “hot alien shapeshifters” without consulting her? She didn’t know anymore, and honestly, she was too hungry, sweaty, and irritated to care. One brother craves her touch like she’s his personal drug. Another seems dead set on breaking her spirit. And the third? He’s got a dark secret that feels like a ticking time bomb, ready to ruin everything. Thalina thought the lords would be the only males she’d have to mate with, but now? She’s not so sure anymore. Trapped between the fiery envy of the castle’s women, the deadly allure of three alien lords, and a plotline spiraling out of her control, Thalina’s only goal is survival. Can she escape her own twisted creation, or is she doomed to live—and possibly die—as the protagonist of a story she never intended to star in?
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Surviving Apocalypses With A Superstar System

The best actor was shooting a doomsday movie when he suddenly transmigrated to a real doomsday world and became Aon Flearov, a young man with a huge debt and a blood-sucking family. What does one do in the apocalypse? Of course, shoot variety shows, live streams, do ads, act in movies, hold concerts and fan meetings— The whole showbiz world was placed in real apocalypses, and Aon, a newly-debuted doomsday star, was thrown to a random variety show to fight zombies! It was at this desperate moment that Aon awakened a superpower— A system. DING! [Heyo, dad, your son is online~] Aon: [Son, are you a farming system? A counterattack system? A pay-to-win system?? Anything will do!] The system instantly burst into tears: [B-but dad, I'm a superstar system!] And so, in a doomsday dating variety show: The system picked and chose a few "cabbages" seriously: [Dad, do you want to find me a zombie step mom or an alien step dad? Old or young? One, two, three, or four?] In a doomsday gourmet show: The system handed a frying pan, spatula, guitar, piano: [Go, dad! I want a stir-fry zombie brain, alien omakase, mutated beast AYCE, spirit plant pancakes— ] In a doomsday idol survival show: The system looked at the zombies and aliens crying on their knees, begging for mercy: [Dad! They're all moved by your singing! They want an encore!] [Dad! After you do the zombie dance, the zombies collectively change their race's name!] Doing part-time jobs in the eternal sun apocalypse, camping in a natural disaster doomsday, living with aliens, turning into plants and fighting zombies, fighting against fellow doomsday celebrities— Here, there are various shows you can't imagine. #An actor who cannot become a superstar isn't a good doomsday survivor# The three no: No R18 No harem No boys love
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