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I Like Your Pheromones

As a good-looking Beta with a good family background, Duan Jiayan has lived a smooth sailing life for more than ten years, till he met Lu XingCi in high school. Lu XingCi’s family situation is better than his, he is taller than him and plays basketball better than him. Needless to say, his grades are a whole tier above Duan JiaYan’s. Even his friends can’t help but occasionally praise Lu XingCi. Most importantly, every girl that Duan JiaYan has set his sights on, all admitted that they have liked Lu XingCi for a few years already. Since then, Duan Jiayan has never thought well of Lu XingCi, till the day he received his new medical report. He is a late-blooming Omega, and because he became an Omega this late, it came with dire consequences. Now Alphas will feel the need to beat up other people whenever they come near Duan JiaYan. He himself is now allergic to every Alpha’s pheromone, except Lu XingCi’s. * One night during a self-study session, Duan Jiayan became extremely uncomfortable and ended up asking Lu XingCi to bite him and leave a temporary mark. After finishing the bite, Lu Xing asked: “We Alphas have very bad tempers, now that I’ve bitten you, are there any rewards?” “Why don’t you…” Duan Jiayan tentatively asked: “Be a little more generous?” “Sure,” the other party kneeled slightly and tilted down his head, exposing his white neck: “Then you’ve to also bite back. Once you do, I won’t make a fuss anymore.” Duan Jiayan: “…” Campus tyrant / Young master / Campus male god Top X Campus punk / Carefree Bottom T/N: I’m picking this up because I binged this in a few days and fell in love with the couple ;;; and I want to take this chance to improve my Chinese, as well as help provide translations for those who aren’t able to read it in raws!
nikki_0364 · 8.8K Views

Cahill

I could hear the din from the bar as I exited my SUV and I was still almost a block away. What a shame! I knew from long experience that would change as soon as my foot crossed the threshold. I tend to have that effect on people. I’m six feet six inches tall and I weigh an even 250 pounds—all of it broad shouldered muscle. My Body Mass Index at my last physical was less than four percent. My light brown hair is styled exactly the way it’s been for the past fifteen years—ever since I first joined the Navy. Sure enough, no sooner had I taken my first step into the bar than the noise died. When I turned left and stepped up to the bar the people there couldn’t back away fast enough. I took a stool in the middle of the empty space and sat down, waiting for the bartender to approach. “I’m not looking for any trouble.” “Good…neither am I. Give me a ginger ale.” He reached under the bar for a glass and some ice. Twenty seconds later he slid the glass in my direction. I pulled a fiver from my pocket and dropped it on the bar. He ignored it and walked away to draw a few beers and pour some wine. It looked to me like this was a pretty cheap crowd. Checking up and down the bar all I could see were longnecks and drafts. I reached into the lower left pocket of my cargo pants. Like almost everything else I was wearing they were a true deep navy blue. My heavy shoes were black as was my wide belt. My belt said as much about me as the bold white lettering across my chest. Just below the American flag over my heart were the letters that were my life—U. S. MARSHAL. On my right hip was my nickel plated .44 Magnum Colt Python, just behind two speed loaders in addition to the twenty-four rounds on the belt. On my left hip was my ASP Talon baton—every bit as deadly a weapon in my hands as the revolver. A pouch at the back of my right hip held my stainless steel handcuffs and its partner on the opposite side held my radio—my link to my backup team. I placed the photo flat on the bar as the bartender returned to me. “I’ll have another,” I said in a loud voice, continuing so I wouldn’t be overheard. “Don’t pick it up and don’t make a production of looking at it. I’ve been told that he comes here a lot. Is he here tonight? If he is and he escapes because you’ve given me away I’ll see to it that you’re arrested for obstruction of justice.” He gulped a few times but did as he was told, nodding slightly in response. I continued almost at a whisper. “If my nose is pointing to twelve o’clock, my right ear to three, the back of my head to six, and my left ear to nine, tell me where he is. Again, don’t point or do anything obvious and we’ll be fine.” He pretended to wipe the bar as he whispered, “About 4:30 with his back to you.” I picked up the reflection in the mirror then asked, “Red shirt with black and white stripes, looking away from me?” He nodded again. Now, in my normal tone of voice I asked, “Where’s the men’s room?”
Fredrick_Udele · 20.3K Views

The Wife of Hades

An Luxia did not have any plans on marrying soon. However, Mo Han’s appearance disrupted her original plan but also saved her from an unwanted marriage. Unknowingly, An Luxia got herself entangled in a relationship with the King of the Underworld, the leader of the biggest and scariest underworld complex. She thought it was her own luck to be able to find herself a handsome, young, rich, and powerful man. However, little did she know that their fate had been sealed 19 years ago. Their marriage was nothing more than her fulfilling the promise she had made to him 19 years ago. 19 years ago may be the beginning, but this is a beginning with no end. Eternity is never-ending. . . --- An Luxia opened her eyes. It took a few seconds for her vision to focus on the man’s face a few inches above her. She sucked in a breath of cold air when their eyes met. They stared at each other for several long seconds before An Luxia’s lips curled up into a small smile. “What’s your name?” She asked sweetly. The man furrowed his eyebrows in thought for a few seconds before he replied coldly, “Mo Han.” “Mo Han. . .” An Luxia repeated, “Age? Height? Occupation?” Mo Han licked his lips and tilted his head slightly, leaning down a little more so the distance between them decreased, “27, 192 cm. . . businessman.” There were a few seconds of silence before An Luxia pushed her head back further into the pillow and grinned, “Are you going to do something to me?” Mo Han raised one eyebrow amusedly and blinked a few times, “. . . That is the plan.” The next second, An Luxia had her arms wrapped around his neck, and with a quick press, Mo Han’s body was pulled down and their lips sealed together. The temperature in the room rose as the two bodies on the bed entangled together. --- Note ~ No rape and no major misunderstandings Update: 1 to 2 chapters daily This is an original story by me and not a translation. The picture in the cover is not mine. Credits to the owner :) Join my discord server: https://discord.gg/FVwPydp Follow me on Instagram: helemon_author
helemon_ · 2M Views
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