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Sing Me To Sleep Mmd

What? System Wants Me To Steal MILFs To Become Stronger!

【 Warning : Mature Content R-18 】 "What do you mean by I need to steal MILFs to become stronger!?" Waking up in an unfamiliar body of a Prince, Lucian stares in bewilderment as a transparent panel materializes before him, displaying a message that demands — "You need to steal MILFs to become stronger!" His mind races with confusion. What does that even mean!? As the absurdity of his new reality sinks in, he begins to accept the dark possibilities before him. In his previous life, as a master seducer, no beauty had ever escaped his demonic embrace. Now, with this new body, he enjoys the thrill of his newfound power. Their desires will become my playground, and their deepest secrets will be mine to exploit. "You’re the Empress? I'll grant you a divine body if you submit to me." "Your lover is a once-in-a-thousand-years genius? So what? I’ll make you a prodigy that comes once in a million." "Your husband is the sect leader of a powerful immortal sect? Irrelevant. I’ll elevate you to become an immortal goddess." To claim the fate points of the 'Sons of Heaven,' Lucian will seduce their cherished ones and drain their Innate Fate. ============================= 【 Additional Tags: Incest, Harem, System, R-18, Mature, Reincarnation, Anti-Hero, Shameless Protagonist, Overpowered Protagonist, Immoral Protagonist, Dual Cultivation, Demons, Elves, Devil, Immortal Gods, Goddess, Politics, Comedy, Face-smacking. 】 【 Author's note: You can expect a lot of smut. If any of this bothers you, this is not for you. 】 【 Discord link - https://discord.gg/Vnnfy5vjda 】 【 Cover is AI genarated 】
MOONshadow_ · 1.5M Views

you've got to be kiddin' me!

"what do you mean she's not attending my wedding ceremony?" Asked Alexa as she stopped typing on her laptop, got up from the chair and then walked towards the front door of the house." Come on I'm waiting for an explanation" she opened the door. "I have no idea what exactly happened but I guess there was something going on with her and Harvey" the voice over the phone said as Alexa stopped. "This is it, meet me at her apartment now" Alexa got in the car and started the engine and then she went away. "Where is she?" A guy stood on the front door holding a bag of some snacks which he had bought as he came to the house."I don't know, her mother is not answering either..." "Come on Jordan I'm tired of her doing it all the times..." Jordan just sighed as they both stood there waiting for their friend. . . . . . . . . F A S T F O R W A R D T O H E W E D D I N G . . . . . "Now I want to thank my family and my friends, Jordan, victoria, Harvey, Kathy and leira...!?" Alexa was wearing a perfect wedding dress with a perfect hair,and her groom, paul looked amazing beside her. "Where's leira?" Asked Alexa. "No idea let me call her ..." Harvey walked away to call her but she didn't answer. "No answer...". "Of course she won't ..... You should go and cheat on her once again..." Jordan gave Harvey death stare as he called leira. Ignoring the fact now everyone was gossiping about what he had said, Harvey signed Jordan to keep his mouth shut he didn't care. "Yeah no answer..." Jordan said as he walked back to the aisle. "You know what I'll thank you later..." Alexa said as she pulled Paul into a kiss. Everyone applauded with rejoice, Paul kissed Alexa back but she pulled away. "Enough of this now I need to see where leira is ....." Alexa asked victoria and Kathy' her bridesmaids to help her walk in the dress as she went to the room. What a weird wedding right? It's about to get more messy just wait for it to start.
Jinxed_9025 · 396 Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

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
man_of_culture3030 · 704.5K Views
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