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The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband

"Are you not scared it might be poisoned?" Abrielle's asked Cedric who drank the wine without hesitation. Cedric leaned closer to her with his head crooked on her neck, his warm intoxicating breath trickling on her skin. His hoarse voice came out lightly. "If the poison is given by my wife, I will drink it without hesitation. It will be an honour to die in your hands." Abrielle's mouth fell agape, stunned by his words. What was wrong with his head? Cedric then bit the tip of her ear to distract her from her thoughts. "Now I have done your bidding, dear wife; it is time you do mine. How about we get rid of this restriction on your body?" Abrielle's face flushed red. This sly scum. She could not wait to kill him. **** Being transmigrated to your favourite novel would be anyone's dream, well, except for Hazel. Hazel, a world-class writer, was transmigrated into her book, "The Dragons and the priestess." after she died in an unfortunate accident a day before her first date with her long-time crush. She was already cussing her luck until she was hit by a double tragedy. Hazel was now Abrielle, the Villainess of the novel, who was destined to die at her husband's hand, Prince Cedric. Struck with this tragedy, Abrielle attempted to escape the border before her wedding but failed miserably. Forced to marry the heartless first prince of Darconia in a marriage that could only be broken with death as the escape, Abrielle came up with another plan."A hundred ways to kill her husband." Abrielle, who finds herself in the middle of the messed up plot of her novel, tries to navigate this world by trying several methods to kill her husband because she refuses to die by her creation's hand. But why does, despite multiple attempts of trying to kill this heartless prince, he refuse to die and just keeps on bothering Abrielle? He should be interested in the female lead and not the villainess! Why don't you join this epic journey and see how Abrielle's and Cedric's story unfold? Would she be able to escape her fate? ***** Note: Abrielle's story starts from the pre-sequel of her actual book The Dragons and the priestess where she discovers how different this world is from her actual book. She tries to navigate the unknown from a disadvantaged stand as a weak talentless noble lady before the actual plot starts
jodiekesh27 · 611.5K Views

Twisted Ways of Heaven

Fate knows that timid people won't amuse her, so she serves them plain death as a conclusion. Being a philosophy student, the sixteen year old Kanito Aramishi had a humble yet principled personality. But his dreams were rather jejune : living a decent and respectful life. If there was something he hated the most, it was standing out. He hated to become the centre of attention. However one day, his biggest fear came true, a life-changing event uprooted him from his sweet life of normalcy. Returning home one night from his high school's farewell party, Kanito finds himself struck in an array of supernatural events. He is stabbed in the chest by a mysterious man and as he is about to die, he sees ferrocious, otherworldly creatures appear out of countless red portals. "Please God, give me refuge in Heaven." is what he ponders on the brink of his death, but then, a saviour descends down from the skies who whisks him away to a different world. In this new world, Kanito finds out that a mysterious race called the "demons" have waged a war against possibly every life form in existence. He learns that the destruction of his world was not merely an apocalyptic event but a planned invasion by this race. This single event landed the first blow to the strong foundations of his morality. The night he bid farewell to his school became the night he bid farewell to his own world. He accquired the status of a refugee, a stain that he will carry forever. What is this growing cruelty inside? Is violence, hatred and horror justified in a cruel world? What will Kanito choose – the newfound cruelty or the long-cherished empathy? Will he stick to his beliefs or will he give them all an egregious definition? Those will answered as the march of time continues revealing the refugee's and eventually the world's true purpose.
Flavian_09 · 31K Views

Assassin Tycoon: Slay, Earn and Upgrade With The CoreCoin System

How does it feel to lose your parents at the tender age of four? Imagine the trauma, the psychological scars. Now, take it a step further—what if they died right in front of you? That was Kael’s reality. As a young boy, he watched his parents perish while desperately protecting a golden coin. At the time, Kael had no idea of its significance. He only knew that their deaths were tied to it. Fleeing from his father’s murderers, he was forced to survive on the unforgiving streets, learning to fight, steal, and endure. Twelve years later, he had transformed into one of the deadliest assassins the world had ever known. He had no official title. No known employer. No traceable identity. Just a calling card. They called him The Coin Flipper. Not because he left his mark, but because after every kill—just as the body hit the ground, as the last breath escaped—he would flip a coin. No one knew why. Some believed it was mockery, a cruel reminder that fate had turned against them. Others thought it was ritual. But what they didn’t know was that each coin held power—literal currency of the Core System embedded in Kael’s soul. Every kill earned him millions. Digital fortunes funneled into off-grid accounts with each confirmed target. Blood turned into bounty, pain into profit. And one thing was certain: if you saw the glint of a coin spinning through the air, death had already found you. --- [System Initialization Complete] [Welcome, Holder of CoreCoin.] [Synchronizing Soul Signature…] [Access Level: Alpha Root.]
Peterson_89 · 23K Views

Grind-to-Cash System: Buy SSS Skills to Spam them Infinitely with Cash

"They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.” (Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.) You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing? The MC who never laughs. Never feels. Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence. He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.” He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.” He never flinches, never laughs, never lives — And you call that strength? Funny. Because to me? That’s just a prison in disguise. You see an “alpha.” I see a boy too scared to feel anything real. While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice, I’m already making the Saintess scream, drenched in sin, halo cracked, legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her. And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control. I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh. I didn’t need to dominate her mind — I freed her heart. But that scares people, doesn’t it? Because readers trust the ones who suffer. Who stay quiet. Who kill without blinking and love without showing it. But me? I flirt. I laugh. I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry. I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness. I weaponize mine. Pleasure. Connection. Laughter. That’s my arsenal. And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves, Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems, I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again. You call that luck? Nah. That’s mastery of the three worlds. Because in a world that respects coldness, I came in hot. Where others manipulate, I connect. Where they posture, I play. Where they sacrifice, I seduce. So go ahead. Call me a simp. But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny, I’m the one making goddesses question theirs — with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets. I’m not the hero. Not the villain. I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.
Idiocrat · 117.1K Views
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