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Bimbo Subliminal

Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

[Showbiz+Star Student+Semi-Fantasy+Antilogic]   Meng Fu was 16 years old when the Jiang family came looking for her. They said that she had been mistakenly swapped with someone else since a young age. Before she can react, her body is occupied by the soul of a female journalist from an alternate world for two years.   She finally manages to reclaim her body, however...   Mother from a wealthy family: "The young master of the Tong family studied abroad, while you dropped out of high school. Although this betrothal is arranged by both families when both of you were young, there is no need to insist on the marriage."    Father: "Xinran is also my daughter. I hope you will get along well with her and learn from her."   Younger brother: "I only have one elder sister, and she is Jiang Xinran."   ** Before reclaiming her body, Meng Fu was ranked fourth in the Global Idol girl group program. She was a bimbo that all netizens hated, and the daughter that the Jiang family refused to recognize. However, after she reclaims her body, no offence, but no other contestant is a match for her.   Initially, fans from major forums insist that Meng Fu leaves the girl group and showbiz, attacking her with harsh criticisms. A group of fans retaliate and speak up for Meng Fu.   Until later, a powerful figure publishes a post: [Reposting my new drama]   Someone commented: [You got the wrong account.]   The fans who discover the truth suddenly come back to their senses: [There is no need to speak up for Meng Fu, the big shot.]   Male protagonist Su Cheng: The genius heir of the ancient martial arts family that lives in seclusion. He who is super manly and mysterious is free from all desires.   Female protagonist Meng Fu: The top star student who claims to know a bit of everything. She is a non-linear thinker, a master performer, a money-grubber, she is unrivaled in every aspect.
Road of Flowers · 2.5M Views

The Evil Female Supporting Character Was Targetted By The Evil Male Supporting Character

Jiang Tang had just cursed the God of Transmigration for forsaking her, and then she transmigrated into a novel as the venemous female supporting character. She was even a rich bimbo who insisted on causing trouble and being a b*tch. The female lead was a poor but kind straight A student in a school for nobles. After meeting the male lead, she was harshly bullied by the venemous female supporting character, but her strength to keep on pressing forward gained her the admiration of many men. The venemous female supporting character got annoyed and used every underhanded tactic in the book, but the female lead’s luck was too overwhelming that the female supporting character ended up causing her own demise! Fortunately, Jiang Tang had transmigrated to the first chapter of the book, so nothing had started yet. She stared at her gorgeous reflection in the mirror and squeezed her full breasts… She decided to be careful and avoid the male and female lead. Jiang Tang mustered her courage to enter campus, and then a strong arm suddenly hugged her shoulder. Jiang Tang was about to call this person a pervert when she saw the getup of this man and his black ear-piercing. Her pupils dilated. He was the book’s venemous male supporting character, Ou Yunde! Jiang Tang shut up. She couldn’t afford to provoke him… Ou Yunde didn’t know what she was thinking. He merely entered the school grounds with an arm around her shoulder and his eyes on her jiggling breasts. Her fair skin and deep cleavage made his mouth dry. At that moment, Ou Yunde only had one thought in mind, “These boobs are really huge!”
dudu · 474.2K Views

Magni Nominis Umbra

Four Bloodlines of Immortality: Frigards, Mikaelsords, Parkersons, and Gerithons; are the last immortals existing in this modern world...or so they believe. The Frigards are highly regarded as the 'Majesty of All Immortals', but their reign ends tragically as the world changes into modernization. Astrid Frigard, the grandiose last successor of the Frigard bloodline, works for the Magni Nominis Umbra (MNU), an organization that hunts and kills stray immortals wandering in the human world. After losing her elder sister, Aster Frigard, in their "Last Duel", Astrid has become a lost cause for the last thousand years. The Frigards' ability to look into one's mind and alter one has become a subliminal burden to Astrid. The Mikaelsord family comprises of: Roux, Ezra, Keane, Rosaria, and Xavier. Their whole principle is to protect immortals at all costs. However, they seem to be in two minds as they owe Astrid Frigard an esteem and a huge favor. Lukai Parkerson and Adrianna Parkerson have always been regarded as the "aide-de-camp" of the Frigard bloodline. They are the ones they entrust to forewarn and foresee desirable future events. Manuel and Fenelle Gerithon are insurgents that duly believes in the freedom of all immortals, no matter the consequences. All of their principles, beliefs, and responsibilities will be turned into dust as it is revealed that Aster Frigard, the rightful heir of the Frigard bloodline, is alive...and is living the human life as the FBI Agent Fleur Christensen.
JeySea · 5.9K Views

THE BEST MUSIC

That accursed book had the ability not only to pervert and warp the fabric of space and time but to bend the very mind itself, to twist the psyche to breaking point and then go beyond. It was something not meant for this world. Exiting the motorway we quickly came to the large town of Dungannon, a town that had grown rapidly over the last decade as it had seen an influx of foreign nationals disproportionate to the rest of the country, who brought with them a diverse range of strange theologies and mysticisms. Some of these I knew as off-shoots of more mainstream theologies, others I knew to be cults new or old that barely clung to existence in the world as we know it, and one or two I had heard of only in legend and existed here as anywhere else in rumour. Parapsychology bore little interest to my erstwhile driver who guided us into the car park of some quaint local shopping mall that had served as a linen mill during the industrial revolution an age ago. A surprisingly modern bistro sat on a corner unit of the mall, all glass front with trendy chrome chairs and dark wood throughout and soon we were guided to a table and upon ordering we returned to our conversation about the unusual Valjean. That conversation did not last a great deal of time however as we had discussed at length during the journey the details of my entire communication with the musician and changing tact Professor Davids enquired as to how I was adjusting to life in Belfast after my time spent in Arkham. I confessed that at times I was still caught out by the quirks of European life compared to those of Americans, in the United States life and people were generally simpler in manner but at a faster pace than in European nations. The best descriptor I could think of was that in America politics was an occupation, in Europe it was a lifestyle choice. As the waitress arrived with our food I came to realise that I no longer had the attention of Professor Davids, indeed nothing seemed to be holding his gaze, as if his mind were absent from his body. “It’s the music, ” explained the waitress in answer to the question I had not asked and I then noticed the crackling warble filtering in that I had come to recognise as the work of my reclusive penpal, “AJ Valjean, some people seem to space out listening to his stuff, it really speaks to them.” “That could prove dangerous, ” I said snapping my fingers in the face of my colleague breaking his trance, “it’s like some form of hypnosis.” “I’ve never seen the harm in it, ” the waitress left our food and returned to the kitchen area, passing a waiter who I saw to be moving in an almost robotic fashion, and after that had caught my eye I came to realise that maybe half a dozen of the thirty or so in the room also behaved in the same trance state. “That was quite an unusual experience, ” the Professor spoke, “I felt as though my mind were slowly draining, it was peaceful, very calming. Your friend certainly makes music for the soul.” “It certainly is strange, ” I commented, I found it unsettling how powerful an effect such music could have on a receptive psyche. Clearly there was some subliminal waveform or message in the music that whether intentional or not was at the very least a hazard to drivers and pedestrians, at the worst I would dread to think. I ate my meal in uncomfortable silence, knowing what I know of the interests of AJ Valjean I doubted that the trance state was unintentional and could only hope that it did not exist to serve some hitherto unknown malign purpose. My eyes followed those who had been under the effect, watching to see any peculiarities or behavioural quirks beyond the generally accepted norm of human activity, indeed I kept one eye on my companion for having known academically for some time now he could best serve as a control group.
Songit_Sarker · 10K Views
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