Skull Crochet Bag

Enter the world of Parker Lockwood via her diary. A once popular and revered cheerleader, she's fallen from grace after a tumultuous break up and a huge betrayal from her (ex)boyfriend. Follow her journey as she navigates repairing her relationship with her parents, cleaning her tainted reputation and getting revenge on her ex by starting a relationship with the hottest, most unattainable guy in school: Preston Dunn. Through the lens of Parker's diary, read about the cheerleader who bags the handsome loner and tries to reclaim her rightful place as Whitfield High School's 'It Girl'

"If you step off a ledge, gravity pulls you down. It’s not personal." The stairwell was silent except for their voices—sharp, clipped, barely above a whisper. She was still arguing. Still trying to explain. "That’s not lying—" He wasn’t listening. His expression never changed—calm, unreadable, but his fingers twitched. A subtle movement, barely noticeable, but a sign. The only sign. Then, he moved. It wasn’t a shove. It wasn’t frantic. There was no anger in it—just a quiet, calculated decision. Vee’s foot missed the step. The realization hit her too late—her hands shot out, reaching for something, anything—but he had already accounted for that. His grip met hers for just a second, but not to save her. To let go. The moment stretched, like time itself resisted what was happening. Then, her body broke through the air. A sharp, gasping scream—cut off before it could finish. A sickening, solid crack as her skull met the concrete below. And then, silence. The world didn’t process it fast enough. But he didn’t even look down. He turned. Adjusted his sleeve. Then, he looked up. And I was there.

Shaun’s life was already in free-fall: fired from a suspiciously shady job, drowning his sorrows in questionable alcohol, and wrapping things up with a classic car crash. The universe, in its infinite wisdom, decided this wasn’t rock bottom—nope, Shaun was getting reincarnated. But not as a hero. Not even as a sidekick. Nope, Shaun wakes up as **Shaun** (no, not a typo)—a tragic background extra from a fantasy novel. You know, the kind of character whose job is to exist solely for pain, ridicule, and the occasional wallet-theft subplot. This Shaun? Father walked out. Mother ghosted him for a "better future." Property sharks, mobsters, and scam artists all sniffing around what little he owns. But hey, he somehow clawed his way into a prestigious academy! A chance at redemption, right? Wrong. Enter stage left: bullies. First, the villains make him a punching bag. Then the so-called *heroes* decide, "Yeah, let’s take turns too!" Normally, this poor soul would accept his fate, because that’s what he’s written to do. But reincarnated Shaun? He didn’t read that memo. He has… let’s say, *creative solutions* to his problems. Where the original Shaun took beatings with a grimace, this Shaun hands out payback with a cold smile and zero guilt. Bullies? Meet karma, wielded like a sledgehammer. But something’s off. The script’s changing. People are acting weird. They’re *recognizing* him, approaching him like they know secrets he hasn’t been briefed on. And that internal monologue habit he has? Turns out it’s not so internal anymore. A growing number of eavesdroppers think his sarcastic, third-person narration is… important. please do not leave any review both positive or negative until you have read first 20 chapter new chapter is uploaded daily monday to saturday I AM ALSO UPLOADING SAME SERIES ON ROYAL ROADS UNDER THE NAME VOIDLORD

In a world where hunters awaken to incredible power, Azrael is the one man who never should have. His rank? F—the only one in existence. His class? Useless—an Appraiser, good for nothing but identifying loot. His strength? Weaker than a normal person who hasn’t even awakened. For two years, he’s been nothing more than a punching bag, barely scraping by as a dungeon porter. Mocked, ignored, left to bleed—everyone calls him “The World’s Weakest Hunter.” But everything changes when his team stumbles into a Double Dungeon. A sealed chamber filled with stone knights and an ancient, godlike being sitting on a throne. The arrogant hunters who mocked him? Wiped out in an instant. The so-called "strong" are now begging for their lives. And Azrael? He’s the only one who understands the rules. That day, something awakens inside him. Something even he doesn't understand. The world sees him as worthless. They have no idea what’s coming.

Deek has never had success with the ladies. He’s poor, overweight, and generally unliked. Feeling like a burden on his mother, with his life going nowhere, he spends his days playing video games. However, when a mysterious game ends up in his bag, he is teleported to another world. The only way for a talentless slob like him to get by is to venture into dangerous dungeons for fame and money. Regrettably, Deek always preferred to play support roles, and in this case he picked White Mage. In a world with slavery, where he can purchase beautiful and powerful women as his allies, this might actually work. *Author Note: I am Whatsawhizzer, the original and only author of these books. This is a Whatsawhizzer Web Novel approved account. You can verify in my copyright here https://whatsawhizzerwebnovels.com/copyright/ which includes a link to these works. So, I appreciate the support, but please stop accusing me of plagiarizing myself and certainly stop reporting my account. Thanks.

There were three rules to working for CEO Karsten Chevalier. First, bring his coffee brimming hot and black like a starless night. Second, park your attitude outside his office door—his broody demeanour has the room covered. Third, never say ‘No’ to whatever he demands. Not even when he asks you to become his fake girlfriend? (Synopsis) Arata's fiance dumped her through a text on the day of their engagement party. The reason? She is too curvy for his taste! He only entertained her because of her prestigious family name. "Do you think men want a fatso like you? You're nothing without your family's name!" A heartbroken Arata sets out on a journey to discover herself without revealing she is the daughter of a billionaire. She moves to another city, away from her beloved family. ‘How dare he insult me? I love my curves and I will show him.’ Arata is not a damsel; her parents have raised her strong, and now it is time to become independent. Her heart is ablaze with newfound goals. One: to see how people will treat her if she acts like an ordinary girl and hides her identity. Two: to bag a bigger fish than her stinking—joke of an ex-fiancé. She will prove that a man will genuinely love her irrespective of her curves and surname! Arata's new life begins as the secretary of Karsten Chevalier, the CEO of a multinational clothing brand who is renowned for his dashing personality and enigmatic persona. Not much is publicly known about this man. Doused in mystery, the man has his own goals and hidden agenda which will topple Arata's world. Unfortunately, Karsten's handsome face becomes a punching bag in Arata's mind because of his ruthlessly demanding personality and ego larger than Mount Everest. Arata eases her frustrations by going to meet Twisted Rider, the currently popular yet mysterious, masked internet sensation. Both tangle under the sheets and he becomes her safe space as she complains and opens up about her boss. "Will you act as my girlfriend?” Karsten's proposal to become a fake girlfriend for his family events surprised Arata! How will Arata juggle the piling demands of her boss, her own heartbreak and the seduction traps of the masked man she loves to watch in her spare time? Will sparks fly between Arata and her colder-than-Arctic ice boss? Or, will she continue to complain to the masked man that her boss probably has a small PP? This is my entry for WSA 2025, please support it with your power stones. The book is a sequel to my previous novel “The CEO of My Dreams Returned To Me.” But it can read as standalone. A special thanks to Author Hansora for the overwhelming support and encouraging me to publish this book and helping me with the book cover. Want to chat or have any questions regarding the book? Find me on Instagram, Facebook and Discord with the same name.

Cedric, one who fought in the grand crusade against infidels that took over the Holy Land of Jerusalem has fallen. A crossbow bolt has found its way into his skull, he has met his end in a way he always wished. In service to the Lord. And yet it seems God had more plans for him. Instead of death, he found himself in the middle of the black void, his armor, and blade at his side. And yet just before he awoke, a voice whispered to him, a divine voice of God. That he was sure of. With the guidance of his voice, he was granted a path in this world, a path that would guide him towards spreading one true faith in this pagan world.

In his first life as 'Caine Wilson', was the villain—ruthless, cunning, and very powerful. He played his part perfectly, crushing the so-called "protagonist" and parading his enemies, their families, and anyone who crossed him naked through the streets. He watched with glee as the "hero" lay broken, stripped of his dignity, before finally ending his pitiful existence. But just as Caine, thought he had finally won and secured his place at the top, 'Higher ups' intervened. A booming, ethereal voice—like the universe’s pissed-off judge—shook the skies: "You have violated the sacred code of villainy! The villain shall not win. The balance has been broken. Caine Wilson, the world hereby rejects you!" Before he could even enjoy his victory, his world blinked out, like a story whose writer just erased the last chapter in frustration. Everything went dark. And when he awoke, he wasn’t Caine Wilson anymore. He was 'Su Xiaobai', a nobody on 'White Cloud Star', a world of cultivation, martial arts, and endless struggle. But this time, things were different. He could feel it—he could see through the cracks of reality itself. He could break the fourth wall! He wasn’t just some reincarnated soul; he was a villain who had 'seen the system', who understood the game. And he was about to flip it upside down. --------------- A/N: Buckle up, you miserable bunch! It’s a parody, so shut your brains off, toss 'em in the trash, and dive headfirst into this deep, glorious shithole! Don’t come whining to me when you laugh so hard you choke on your own damn tears! --------------- Discord: https://discord.gg/dsc4fftBeF **Cover Page is not owned by Author**

On the day of her wedding to her childhood sweetheart, Natalie Ford received an unexpected gift: a marriage certificate. It stated that she was already married to a complete stranger—Aiden Handrix. While the wedding guests continued to mock and insult her, her lover Ivan decided to dump her, choosing to marry her half-sister Briena instead. To add insult to injury, she was thrown out of her home. To prove her innocence, Natalie Ford could only take one course of action - she had to find this mysterious Aiden Handrix and get to the bottom of this! The next day, there was news trending on the TV. Justin Harper, the heir of the richest family in the Bayford was returning home. Natalie’s eyes narrowed at the TV screen. ‘Why does this man look exactly like the man in the picture of my wedding certificate?’ In the quest of uncovering the mystery behind her said marriage, she decided to follow him and ask personally. “Are you married?” “No.” “Do you have a twin brother?” “No?” “By chance you heard the name Aiden Handrix?” “No.” “Then, who the hell are you?’ “Your brother.” “Wait, what?” “Yes. Now pack your bags and come home with me.” First got a husband out of the blue and now a brother with the same face? Was god creating clones and offering them to her with different relationships?

Dans une audacieuse entreprise pour percer les mystères de l’âme, l’Alliance du Système Solaire établit clandestinement une organisation d’éclat connue sous le nom de Classe Jeunesse de l'Apocalypse. Cette assemblée d’élite rassemblait les jeunes individus les plus doués issus des quatre fédérations du système solaire. Cependant, leur quête de connaissance fut entachée par un incident catastrophique qui entraîna de nombreuses victimes. Le principal coupable fut emprisonné, conduisant à la dissolution de la classe des jeunes et au scellement de leurs dossiers, devenant dès lors un chapitre interdit de l'histoire. Cinq ans plus tard, l’Académie Mécanique de Tianjing pour la Guerre Méca, ayant fait face à la déception dans la compétition Méca inter-système solaire, accueillit fortuitement l’étudiant en tête de la classe préparatoire Méca du district Asiatique, Tong Shen, annonçant une période de renouveau. Pourtant, ce n'était que le début d'une série d’événements inexplicables, avec pour épicentre un étudiant de deuxième année étonnamment méconnu. Le Méca, l’ultime romance de l’homme.

In countless worlds, mysterious doors appear, leading to an ordinary-looking convenience store. That is, until you see who’s inside. An immortal cultivator ponders over instant noodles flavor, an ancient demon sips a cola, and a primordial beast carefully holds a bag of potato chips. Beings who could shake the heavens stand quietly in line, waiting their turn. At the counter, a young man scans their purchases. No one knows where he came from, but all understand one thing. In this store, rules must be followed. Welcome to the Dimensional Convenience Store, where even the greatest existences must check the price before they buy. — Releasing: Mon to Fri 1-2 chapters. Sat and Sun 1-3 chapters.

[Earthlings! You have been summoned to participate in the Universe's Armageddon...] The voice thundered in billions of minds simultaneously, making Arthur drop his last piece of bread on the dirty slum floor. [Beta Testing Phase: Initiated] [10 Million Chosen Participants] [You have been selected!] "What the F***?" Arthur clutched his head, the system messages burning behind his eyes. This wasn't some phone notification or TV broadcast - this was inside his skull. [Talent Awakening in Progress...] [System...Error!] [SSS Talent Detected: Primordial Summoner] By the time the game had merged with reality, Arthur already had dozens of legendary summons to aid him against the incoming chaos. [You have summoned the SSS-Level "Primordial Dragon"!] [You have extracted the SSS-Level Skill "Berserk"!]

Initially, the four elder brothers of the affluent Sang family disapproved of everything about their biological sister, their hearts and eyes solely focused on their foster sister. The eldest brother said, 'Stop embarrassing yourself with your acting, just retire from the industry.' The second brother remarked, 'Your life is less significant than Jiaojiao's movie premiere.' The third brother declared, 'Didn't buy you a gift, you are an outsider after all.' The fourth brother insisted, 'Don't come to my game, Jiaojiao will be there.' - After repeated disappointments, Sang Qiao carried her bag and left, not only setting up her own company to make money but also participating in a dating show with her ex-fiance as her partner. Just when she finished the show diligently, thinking she could gracefully retire from it, she suddenly felt a pair of large hands encircling her waist, and a man's voice murmured deeply: 'Where do you think you're going, naughty girl? Were you just leading me on this whole time? Hmm?' Sang Qiao: '!' I was taking the dating show seriously, and you actually fell in love???' From then on, she gained a powerful supporter, reaping the rewards of both a flourishing career and a love life. However, the four brothers, betrayed by their foster sister and realizing how wrong they were in their treatment of Sang Qiao, deeply regretted their past actions, attempting every means to reconcile. Facing the eldest brother she said: 'Stop squatting at my doorstep begging, you're affecting the city's appearance.' To the second brother she said: 'You've only lost a leg, if I take care of you, I'd be losing five million!' Confronting the third brother: 'Keep dumping trash at my doorstep and watch how unpleasant I can be.' And to the fourth brother: 'Tomorrow I'm going to visit a friend's dog, so I have no time for your competition.'

After the final high school exams, Zheng Qing didn't go to the long-desired Imperial University. Instead, he packed his bags, hugged his fox, followed an enigmatic notice, and ventured into an unknown university. Here, there was no advanced math, English, or political philosophy; they were replaced with divination, astronomy, and the philosophy of magic. Extracurriculars here involved demon hunting, And the hobbies were curious and diverse. He would sail the sea of learning and climb the mountain of books. This bewildered young man started his tumultuous journey as a wizard. (Group created: Six Two Three Eight Five Eight Nine Three One, you're welcome to join.)

When she woke up, she had transmigrated into An Jiuyue, a woman living with two young children on a mountain after her husband abandoned her. She was pushed to the ground, and now, there was a bloody wound on her head. With only a handful of rice left in the rice bag, she had relied on digging wild vegetables to satisfy their hunger every day. Her children were so often starved that they were all skin and bones. On top of that, a wicked woman threatened her to sell her son! If she refused, the woman would snatch him away forcefully. But An Jiuyue took a deep breath, revealed her sharp claws, beat the woman up, and threw her out of the house. She could show the woman she was not to be messed with! They were out of rice and vegetables now, but she was not afraid. Acquiring food using her spatial abilities was as easy as curling her fingers! Moreover, her spatial abilities were unlimited, and her medical skills did not deteriorate. She could no doubt earn money and raise her children well! As for her ex-husband… The prince, who had returned from the battlefield, smiled maliciously. "My beloved concubine, please calm down. I brought back a mountain of gold from the battlefield as a gift for you and our children."

In a dark world, dominated by vampires; a world in chaos due to countless wars. Now all that remains is blood and vampires, the remnants of human civilization are only treated as pets and food. A noblewoman of impure blood, today as her 100th birthday she allowed herself to buy a bag of blood. He, a boy who wishes only peace for himself. Their destiny today brings them together, to support each other and to face this world where blood is the most important thing. ------- A/N: I've been thinking about the novel for a while now. So I'll clarify this so that no one is surprised, the romance is late The ending? It's good I liked the first day I have to change it, yes, but it doesn't change the outcome. The ending will be happy

Richard Maddox, a once-promising football prodigy, dreamed of becoming a star. But just as his dream was within reach, it was abruptly shattered when he banged his head on the goalpost, fracturing his skull. Forced into early retirement, Richard vanished from the public eye. People thought Richard Maddox was done for. However, no one expected that during his unconscious state, his spirit detached from his body. He drifted through time, witnessing the world of football from the perspective of a ghost. It was strange, unpleasant, yet exciting. No need for tickets or travel—he could simply fly. England, Italy, Spain, Germany—the best football countries in Europe—and even the passionate South America, the energetic Africa, and the growing Asia—Richard observed the rise and fall of football giants, all from the sidelines. However, watching football from the other side was quite different from experiencing it live. He missed the cheering, singing, and chanting with the other fans. No one could hear him now. No one could watch football with him. He was... alone. Just as Richard was about to be bored to death, his soul was sucked back, and he realized that only an entire year had passed. 'Interesting,' he thought, laughing. “I could bet, invest in companies that will succeed in the future, and get rich. Bitcoin, I'm coming, baby.” but who could have guessed that Richard would dive so deep into the world of football—From owning a single share to testing the waters as a scout, trying his hand as an agent, and eventually stepping into the world of coaching, before finally diving into the realm of football club ownership. It has truly been a full spectrum of football, the highs and the lows. Join us as we welcome Richard Maddox!

Later that day, Fin was out on his usual scrap run. The safe zone’s edge was a mess of twisted metal and broken concrete, leftovers from when the first Gates opened. He lugged a heavy bag over his shoulder, his boots crunching on gravel. The air smelled like rust and something faintly sour—probably a dead rat or worse. “Yo, Fin! Hurry it up!” his boss, Greg, yelled from the truck parked a hundred yards away. Greg was a squat, sweaty guy who acted like he was king of the scrap heap. “We ain’t got all day!” “Yeah, yeah,” Fin muttered under his breath. He bent down to grab a jagged piece of rebar, his fingers brushing the cold metal. His power kicked in—useless as ever. He could feel every nick and dent in the steel, like it was whispering its boring life story to him. 'Wow, so thrilling,' he thought sarcastically. That’s when he heard it—a low, guttural growl. He froze. His head snapped up, eyes darting around. The safe zone wasn’t *supposed* to have monsters. That’s why it was called safe. But the sound came again, closer this time, from behind a pile of rubble. “Greg?” He called, his voice shaky. “You hear that?” No answer. The truck’s engine roared to life—Greg was bailing. “Fin, move your ass!” the man shouted before peeling out, dust kicking up behind him. “Seriously?!” Fin dropped the rebar and bolted. He wasn’t a runner, but fear made his legs move faster than he thought possible. The growling turned into a snarl, and he risked a glance back. Something big and scaly was charging after him—green skin, claws like kitchen knives, and a mouth full of teeth that didn’t fit right. A monster. A freaking monster.

What is that do you desire in your journey of you great dao? To rule over all beings?? To wish for lord and power over those beings that control the very epitome of the universe or transcend the very mundane universe that birthed you and continue your journey of the dao that is far from being complete and it's ever enchanting beauty of the pursuit towards it? To know is to travel ,let's journey together with our mc to find out.... This is my first work, so if you like the novel and have some suggestions, leave a review.

Year 2024, Shanghai's Lujiazui Skyline Lin Santou, a food delivery rider navigating the neon-lit canyons of Shanghai's financial district, never expected his mundane life to intersect with cosmic horror. But when his vision suddenly fractured during a routine delivery, he glimpsed the truth - the so-called cultivators of this world were not ascended beings, but Cthulhu-aligned parasites burrowing beneath human skulls. The ancient bronze sword that had pierced the sun three years ago had not been a meteorite. Its jagged blade, still suspended in the stratosphere, pulsed with eldritch energy that warped reality itself. Those who claimed to have ascended to immortality were merely hosts for the Deep Ones - their neural pathways now conduits for alien consciousness. "Enlightenment is a prison," whispered the spectral figure that materialized before Lin Santou's trembling eyes. The entity's form defied comprehension, its silhouette flickering between human and something far more ancient. "The true cultivation system is a meat grinder. Your so-called 'flying immortals' are nothing but bait for the Old Ones." As the sky above Lujiazui darkened with unnatural storm clouds, Lin Santou's newly awakened Eye of Profound Mysteries burned with forbidden knowledge. Beneath the shimmering holograms of skyscrapers, the city's pulse quickened to a rhythm that matched the throbbing heart of R'lyeh. This was no ordinary conspiracy. The financial district's glass towers concealed temples where bankers chanted eldritch hymns, their stock trades secretly funding the resurrection of pre-human gods. Even the delivery app on his phone pulsed with subliminal sigils - a digital为空白 (blank) that led not to restaurants, but to thresholds between dimensions. Lin Santou's hands shook as he gripped the handlebars of his electric bike. The city he'd always known was a facade. Beneath the surface of Shanghai's relentless modernity churned an ocean of madness, where even the air itself carried the whispers of cosmic predators.

Glenn Hughes had spent most of his life confined to a hospital bed. Brilliant yet shackled by a cruel fate, he endured ten long years under the relentless weight of an unforgiving disease. Between medications, surgeries, and agonizing treatments, death had begun to seem less like an end and more like a mercy. But when he finally closed his eyes for the last time… rest did not come. The stench of sweat, dust, and blood was the first thing to greet him. Shackled, filthy, and drained of strength, his body was no longer his own. He was no longer in a hospital but in a cell. No longer a patient, but a prisoner. “What the… what the hell is this?” Glenn had been thrust into a world of steel and prana, reborn in the body of a condemned slave. Once a noble, now nothing more than a number among the damned. Yet, something was different. There was a reason he was still alive. Witness Glenn’s transformation as he is dragged through agony and ecstasy, suffering and desire, boundless pleasure and unrelenting torment—all while shouldering a burden so crushing that any other man would break. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ No netorare (NTR), no system, no incest, no consanguineous relationships.

Jin Muyeon was a legend in the MMA world, an undefeated fighter who mastered every combat style. In the cage, he was unstoppable—until he met his greatest opponent. A truck. Waking up as a frail orphaned boy in a world of martial arts and swordplay, Muyeon quickly realizes one thing: he doesn’t have Qi. No inner energy, no mystical powers, and no grand martial techniques. But does he need them? Armed with the instincts of a seasoned fighter and a mind sharpened by real-life battles, Muyeon refuses to be weak. Instead of learning Murim’s traditional martial arts, he adapts his MMA techniques—grappling, striking, counters—into a style that the Murim world has never seen before. No swords. No Qi. No mercy. As he enters an elite martial academy, he faces arrogant young masters, ruthless sects, and dark conspiracies. But nothing will stop him from finding the truth behind his past—and the ones who took everything from him. The Murim world was built on ancient traditions. Muyeon? He’s here to break them. “You think strength comes from Qi? Let’s see how well that works when I slam your skull into the ground.”

I am a wizard, my name is Tarquin Darkflame. I have traveled the world for many years and although I look quite young I have am actually very old. The world we are in is a world of magic and other beings, elves dwarves and others far less friendly. I have accumulated a great deal of wealth in the form of gold coins that I keep hidden in a magical Bag of Holding. I have walked into the small village of Willowbrook, located in the foothills and about a days trip to the capital city of Elmswood. Here I plan to make my home. From my home I go on quests to gather powerful artifacts and bring them back for my study and use. With my Companion, Lexi these are our stories.

(First time writing so fuck it, we ball). Ulysses Vanderbauss. Small-time train robber, big-time money-lover. Lives in the horrid old west wasteland world of Ionia. While on the job, he hears something that piques his interest. A tournament is being held for bags upon bags of gold. A tournament of unrestricted, unrelenting gunfights. Duels to the death, for a grand cash prize. Learning this information, he smiles. He knows what he’s gotta do, and he loves it.

A long time ago the gods made the world, it's filled with magic and unruly beasts. One of these beasts and the last of it's kind Ivy a frost fox. She must escape the hands of the greedy flesh bags and hopefully find a way the revert the near extension of her kind. "In the distance, I hear an icy wail... The frost maiden calls, thy nine tails as cold as ice and as white as snow. She shall answer with her hopeless cry."

It's funny, isn't it? Nobody asks to be born... None of us choose the life we are forced to live....And yet, we are bound to it, trapped in a world where strength defines everything. People worship when you are strong. They loathe when you are weak. They worship the god. They fear the devil. But why? Was it righteousness that gave the god victory over the devil, or was it simply strength? Why must we fear one and worship the other? Is the god so righteous? Is the devil so weak? Would Wang Xiao still have everything if he were weak? Would they still worship him? Would those women have submitted so easily? No. It's always the strength. Power rules all. A man can own kingdoms, riches, even love—but lose his strength, and the world turns on him. His woman, the one who once looked at him with admiration, will crush him underfoot if she finds him unworthy. His own children, born of his blood, will stare at him with contempt, their eyes filled with disappointment. What is love if not submission to power? What is loyalty but the price of dominance? Wang Xiao has learned this bitter truth. The sacrifices he made, the pain he endured, meant nothing. Without strength, he was nothing. But no longer... He has seen the lie, the illusion of it all... And now, the ancient myths rise once more, the gods claw their way from forgotten graves, and Wang Xiao, mistaken for the 8th Prince, feared by gods and mortals alike, finds himself at the center of it all. Seven goddesses, each more beautiful, more dangerous than the last, now circle him, bound by fate. Their charm is powerful, their desires even more so. The guardian of the Atlantic tears apart nations to possess him. The Desert Princess offers her entire empire as a gift, yearning for his love... Even an ancient being, her power stripped away, bends her knee in submission, once feared, now powerless before him. But would they have bowed if he were weak? Would they have loved him, served him, feared him? No. It's always the strength. "He 'who' covers the sky with his hand," they whisper. "The gods who once played with universes like orbs... he'll make them swallow their own spit in fear." Wang Xiao's gaze hardens as he stares at his reflection. The weak are forgotten... Strength is all that matters. "The world doesn't care for the weak," Wang Xiao whispers to his reflection. "Your woman will turn her back, people will spit on your name... They'll forget you ever existed... everything you did for them would be insignificant and forgetten...Strength is all that truly matters." And so, Wang Xiao will take what's his. The gods, playing with the universe like toys, will fall. The devils, pulling at the strings of fate, will lose their grip. He will strip them of their power, their kingdoms, their very souls, if that's what it takes. He isn't their pawn. Not anymore. Would they have bowed if he were weak? Would they have given themselves so easily? Would they have even cared? No. It's always the strength. Wang Xiao is no longer the man he once was. No longer human. No longer weak. He is the deviant. And the world will soon know what that truly means. --------------- #NoYuri #NoNTR #Threesome #Harem #Strong to Stronger #Elf #Gore #Evil MC #Conquor #Action #Adventure #Imperial Harem #Revenge #Daughters #Fellatio #Supernatural #Urbanfantasy #Superpowers #Cultivation #Goddess #First-time Intercourse #Villain ---------------- Warning: The Novel is based upon a fictional Earth, and any resemblance is mere coincidence! Discord: https://discord.gg/dsc4fftBeF **Cover Page is not owned by Author**

a bastard son of the king who craves for his birth right, a wanted assasin who enters the wrong country with a forbidden mark on her chest, forbidden romance, intense training and bag of tears, this novel is sure enough to make anyone crave for more, Lee Kwon is the illegitimate child of the king, isolated, rejected and alone, by chance he meets Eun Chen, a masked assasin who is popular for her killing spree and who is out for revenge against the royal family for killing her mother, when this two meet, they are both in a situation, in a gain and loss situation, will they preserve at the end, if you want to know, stay tuned to the royal bastard is my marionette

At that time, I had just lost my job, was so broke I could barely afford food, and the few crumpled bills left in my wallet seemed to be fighting each other. Just then, I spotted a job ad for a hotel doorman with the enticing words: “High pay, easy work, free meals, and lodging!” I felt a surge of excitement—being a doorman? Just standing by the door and greeting people? That’s easy! But on my first day, I realized this place was a total nightmare. Each guest was scarier than the last! Some wore all black with daggers on their belts, others walked in with sunglasses and hats pulled low, and one guy even carried a black bag, from which a few shell casings casually fell out. And wait, what’s up with the blood-soaked guy in a hockey mask…

“Where do you think you are going with those bags?” Xander interrogated as soon as he cornered her. “Of course, I’m leaving you!” She said, standing her ground, despite the fear in her eyes. “Why?” “You forgot to mention how dangerous you were.” Xander let out a deep throaty chuckle. “Sweetheart, you didn’t ask.” “I don’t care! I don’t want to be a part of this anymore!” She insisted. Xander shook his head. “Too late. We are already married. You now belong to me, and divorce is out of the question.” — Aurora Swift’s world shatters when Owen—her boyfriend of five years—breaks up with her via text. The betrayal deepens when she finds out he’s also getting engaged to her half-sister, Olivia Swift on the same day. Heartbroken and filled with rage, Aurora has a one-night stand with Xander Scott, Owen’s enigmatic uncle and the youngest billionaire in the country. When the fling leads to a marriage proposal from Xander with a promise to help her get her revenge, Aurora finds it hard to refuse. However, Aurora soon realizes that this is anything but a whirlwind romance. Xander Scott hides more secrets than Aurora knows, and the dangers that follow his mysterious identity soon bring about complications in their marriage. When Xander’s secret identity comes to light, will Aurora choose to remain in the marriage as her love for him has grown in depth, or let it drive them apart?

" You are just my wife in names. But you will never be a wife in my eyes. " I am a young girl as you can see. I have everything a woman would wish to have in her life. I wear expensive clothes everyday and change shoes and bags whenever I want. I have over five cars and drivers and I do shopping whenever I want. Most importantly, I have a very young handsome and rich husband that everyone would wish to have. In fact, my life is perfect. And everyone expects me to be happy. Little do they know that all these things I have are the source of my pain because I lack love. My husband hates me so much and because of this I regret having married him. I cry every night and most of them are sleepless. " You are just my wife in names. But you will never be a wife in my eyes. You can have the Walter's title , and the wealth, But you will never have my heart." Yes he tells me that everyday. It my breaks my heart into pieces because I really love him. But who knows ? I know that one day he will love me back. I don't when , But I believe he will fall me to a point he will even wish to sacrifice his life for me. For now, I AM JUST MRS WALTER , but I know that day will come.