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He Only Has Eyes For You

Gem Atkinson, River State's Number One Gentleman, high-ranking and influential, handsome and unparalleled, known to the world as Young Master Unparalleled. Forsythia Brown lost her parents at a young age and lived in Atkinson Manor, not only did she not suffer the hardships of living under someone else's roof, but instead grew increasingly proud of being Miss Atkinson. Gem Atkinson was the one who had encouraged her insouciance. 【Example One】 "Mr. Gem, the Young Miss has scratched Miss Spencer's face." "Only the face? Hm, Viola, how I have taught you? If someone pushes you, at least beat them until they can't get out of bed for three months." 【Example Two】 "Mr. Gem, the Young Miss has broken the Governor's son's leg." "Oh, has Viola been injured?" Subordinate: Value your life, stay away from the Young Miss. 【Example Three】 "Mr. Gem, the Young Miss says she's going to the moon for Mid-Autumn cake this year." "Contact the Space Agency, arrange the time." Subordinates: Kneel and hug the Young Miss's leg, and beg for her presence. 【And Then…】 On the day of Gem Atkinson's wedding, the bride-to-be was tragically kidnapped. The culprit, Forsythia Brown! "Mr. Gem, the Young Miss said: if you marry her, she'll release the bride, otherwise, she tears the ticket." "I'll marry." Forsythia Brown successfully forced marriage and transformed from Miss Atkinson to Young Mrs. Atkinson. Thereafter, the couple had a deep love for each other, which attracted the envy of others. However, just three short years later, the couple's love broke apart. "Forsythia Brown, if you don't suffer imprisonment, who else will?" Gem Atkinson personally sent Forsythia Brown to prison. Five years later, Forsythia Brown was released from prison. From then on, love and resentment grew, and the wind and clouds rose. In the midst of life and death, she realized that he had always been deeply devoted to her and had always protected her under his wings! ★ In one sentence: this is a story about a flapper who transformed into a queen. Another sentence: also a story of a cool, domineering, and super cute baby who is involved with her father's love and hatred. ★ 【Father-daughter confrontation One】 "Handsome brother, I'm four years old, not a one-year-old kid. That was a real attack, how can you say it was just a drill with a clear conscience?" A certain man, eyes flashing with stars: What a cool kid. ★ One-on-one, pure in body and mind, open country, please don't read into it too much. ★ On another note, for those who love ancient novels, please check out my finished works: "My Wife" is a match between a handsome, noble appearance and a cunning, wealthy lady. "Master's Planted" is a clever teacher-student showdown among high-level players! "Master's Return to Overbearing Spoiling" is a love for beauties but not the country! "My Empress, Emperor Zhangsun" is the story of the tyrant favored by the once-in-a-lifetime emperor.
Little Jasmine · 414.1K Views

Side Job: SSS-Class Necromancer!

“If God loved you so much, he wouldn’t have put you against me.” … In the present of this age’s fantasy, what the world needs is not a hero but a priest working part time as a Necromancer. Healing by the day, hunting dark mages by the night, presenting you, Elios, the guy who will solve all your problems by any means as long as you pay him the right. A demon is haunting you? Call Elios. The guards aren’t accepting bribes? Call Elios. Your toilet ain’t getting flushed? Call Elios. There are no limitations to what you can ask. As long as there is a right price, everything is possible. Our dependable priest is capable of any and everything. Ah! Though there is one thing you can never ask him to do. Children. You can’t ask him to hurt them. And perhaps you should never mention anything related to that as well. Or else… Even death would be mercy. … In the World of Zarraf, there lives Gods, not all goods are good and certainly none are without motives. They rule the world’s 7 nations: The Nation of Light and Sun The Nation of Water The Nation of Fire The Nation of Life The Nation of Earth The Nation of Moon The Nation of Wind Each ruled by a Goddess that has their own stance in their ruling. But that is only the first page of this world. The second page colors the Ancient Gods of Corruption, Rage, Curse, Death and Hate. The third belongs the Seven Sins’ Incarnations that are ready to succeed the Ancient Gods. The Fourth is of the Witches who stand against all Gods equally. And the Final Page colors the [Immortals] or otherwise known as [Players] that will be summoned to bring Chaos to this world. A World that was meant to be destroyed, such is the fate of the world of Zarraf as powers beyond the realm of mortals threaten the dynamic equilibrium of their existence. In the end, the world was prophesied to be destroyed by one cause or another. Nothing could prevent looming destruction… Or so it was supposed to happen..
Ethel_Imaginations · 95.1K Views

Natasha's Only choice

Natasha is thrust into an arranged marriage with Reynolds; a reckless, entitled second heir known more for his drinking and temper than for any sense of responsibility. Her father’s business teeters on the edge of bankruptcy, and the marriage is only lifeline to save their family’s legacy. It was only a matter of time when the marriage turned into a toxic one, and she tried all her best to make him see her worthy as his wife, but it was all futile. However, Natasha’s dreams came through when Reynolds lost his memory due to an accident he had. In the process of trying to help him recover, they both found love, it was all she ever wanted. But Xander felt blindsided by their newfound love, especially since he had secretly been in love with Reynolds, his best friend. Despite using subtle gestures to express his feelings, Reynolds never caught on. Xander did everything he could to sabotage their relationship, but all his efforts ended in failure. Things took an unexpected turn when Reynolds regained his memory. He began treating Natasha coldly and even denied being the father of her twins, which led to him being compelled to take a DNA test. The results arrived; one twin is his, the other isn’t. Natasha was stunned, and certain she was never unfaithful. Confused and heartbroken, she tries to unravel the truth: Could something have happened during Reynolds’ recovery that she doesn’t remember? Was she drugged? Violated? Or is there something even more sinister, possibly connected to Xander’s obsession?
boskilodark · 5.5K 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 · 118.3K Views
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