Anaconda

After being reincarnated, Blake received a system message: [You’ll die in 1 day. Your life will not end until the time of death!] Blake could not believe his eyes and was going crazy when the system gave him a bunch of missions. [Mission 1: Spend a night in the Haunted Graveyard! Rewards: 1. Your life will be extended by 1 day; 2. Unlock one of the Human Genetic Lock!] [Mission 2: Charge into the Mafia’s Hideout with a gun and rob 5 million from them! Rewards: 1. Your life will be extended by 1 week; 2. Unlock one of the Human Genetic Lock!] [Mission 3: Head to the Underground Fighting Ring and fight to the death against the Muscular Demon! Rewards: 1. Your life will be extended by 1 month; 2. Unlock two of the Human Genetic Locks!] Because of the system, Earth now had a person who would surf on tsunamis, dance in tornados, play with sharks, hug anacondas in the forest, and sunbathe next to active volcanos. This marked the beginning of Blake’s unkillable life.

A very very fancy ship and a very very fancy king who owns it. A pretty architect and a jealous purple haired to be queen. A bunch of men in fancy suits. Some of the most dangerous waters on the world. Mental COVID patients on the loose. There's probably also a cage free anaconda somewhere. And a dead captain. I forgot about the dead captain. We also have a murderer who actually might be the room service guy knocking on your door. Like..right now. Anyways, this is the Littorian. Where a hundred things could go wrong. And no, our king does not care. Welcome aboard!

Imagine going into a VR Game, build by the scale of Earth. Imagine jumping on a Pacifist server and find friends which will help you kill an anaconda who is in located in Detroit. Imagine jumping on an Apocalyptic server and everyone is fighting each other until nobody remains. On this game, it is possible to do these things, and also, it is possible to have a much greater life than in real life. Note: This story is also available on RoyalRoad https://www.royalroad.com/profile/167850

A young mangaka dies while working and is reborn. He used to read a lot of isekai about the reborn, about fairy-tale and bright worlds... but what was happening next could not come to the mind of any sick psychopath-sadist. This world controlled by contract masters. They use different monsters having crazy functions. A spider-waiter, a singing air anaconda, a cursed berry of super ability, a strength demon, a cloning spirit, a night lover, a contra... "contract against unforeseen troubles" frog and a scream painting. Can the main character not go crazy, survive and make his way to the light in a world where a storm is rising? ___________________________ My original text "On a par with the storm" - https://author.today/work/138401 Other work: Splited King (Tell of Anti-Hero) https://www.webnovel.com/book/splited-king_20778179306900405

After finishing her first year high, Vanessa Beaks goes with her Dad to a summer camp, to deal with a new deadly disease that's being passed to humans by baby albino anaconda snakes. While there, she encounters new threats and new powers she never knew she was cable of.

Wen Meng transmigrated into a melodramatic interstellar novel, becoming the malicious supporting character and fake heiress. As a result, she was thrown into a desolate star's lake at the beginning and nearly drowned. Fortunately, she awakened the beast-taming ability, and with the help of the system, she successively tamed various young disaster beasts and lived together with the little ones. One day.. A pitch-black serpent coiled around Wen Meng's body, its head affectionately resting against her cheek. "Get off her!!" The white wolf at his feet suddenly transformed into a handsome man He clenched his fists and roared at the black serpent. "What's it to you?" The black snake spoke, its voice human-like. To assert its dominance, it coiled around her even tighter and flicked its tongue against her ear. "Can't you understand?" The man, burning with jealousy, grabbed the snake by the neck. "If you play like this, it won't be fun anymore." The black snake unexpectedly transformed into the handsome 858. The smoke cleared, and the two men were grappling with each other. The scene was extremely ugly. "How did they... turn into humans?!" Wen Meng couldn't believe her eyes. "So childish, still fighting." The big eagle spread his arms and hugged Wen Meng's waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, greedily inhaling the fragrance of her neck. "Only beasts without confidence compete for mates." "Exactly!" The little bear comfortably rested its head on Wen Meng's snow-white thigh, rubbing its furry face vigorously. One of its paws was stretched out, and Wen Meng was trimming its nails. The little bear spoke in a soft, childish voice, "Not like me, I'm a good baby." But at this moment, Wen Meng had already come to her senses. She murmured, "You too can turn into humans, right?" Big Eagle: "..." Little Bear: "..." Later, they all wanted to have her to themselves. Using all their tricks to ruin the reputation of other disaster beasts, Filial piety turns sour, consumed by jealousy. Bai E: "Say you love me, that you love me the most, right?" Wen Meng: ... (I love, universal love) Anaconda: "Why can't we be together? Did you give birth to me?" Wen Meng: ... (You've grown up and become disobedient) Thunderbird: "Open your eyes and look at me. I don't believe your eyes are empty." Wen Meng: "Put your clothes on!!" (nosebleed gushing) Bear King: You think I have no feelings for you? I just go into heat a bit later. Wen Meng: ? (Bear hug, uh, can't breathe) And then later— Wen Meng found the culprit who had plotted against her. "Compete with me? You're not even worthy." That person glanced at Wen Meng with disdain Not a trace of remorse. She had never taken Wen Meng seriously. Wen Meng opened the space card. The most terrifying disaster beast in the galaxy appeared at the same time. The magnetic field and celestial phenomena of the Emperor Star were in complete chaos, as if it were the end of the world. These ancient god-like beasts of calamity bowed to her, Glaring at the enemy with fierce eyes. The woman's face turned pale, filled with terror "Did that scare you?" Wen Meng laughed "I've always wanted to ask you, do you really know, "Actually, you are the impostor?" Finally.. Wen Meng's former fiancé, General of the Empire, roared with reddened eyes, "Tell me! How many more men do I have to defeat to win your heart??" Chief Inspector of the police station, the mad scientist director, the aristocratic business tycoon... all being called out at the same time. And the one, two, three standing behind her... there were too many, Wen Meng couldn't remember them all. This world is a vast battlefield of Asuras.

Everything known about besties is what one could see. When I say everything l mean both negetive and positive. They were both negetive and positive. They were friendly as well as not friendly. They were adored by everyone sometimes.They were vigorous as well as safe . Have you ever heard about world war . If you don't know the definition be my guest and let me tell you a better method to know the definition through experience. All the nuclear weapons that are called dangerous are just a piece of cake to these bestiesTheir way of fighting is vicious aswell as vigorous like an anaconda's Vernon. I t can take you out in a second. The spirit of wanting to protect one another was within the two. They were inseparable and they were always there for each other but they knew they had to make a move as they had met something that their eyes adored but the risk that they had to take was just too much! The risk that they took led them into bringing new lives to the world . What will happen to them now! What risk had they taken!?

Reeves(subject 226) part of Earth's resistance faction was giving a one way ticket to Isekai world by a mutated swamp anaconda. Normally in this circumstances one would expect a gold finger, a cheat like ability that would give one absolute power and capabilities to bitch slap various young masters (even their father's father included), bragging rights to have no less than six kingdom destroying beauties, forming a harem that would make you enemy NO.1 in every otaku's book, plot armour so thick even batman wishes he had, heavenly defying luck that can win you the Lottery without you even trying(just to name a few) But boy did reality kick him in the balls hard. Follow him on his struggles to find peace in this new hell hole of a world, follow him on his eulogy. ______________________________________________ Random thought: (batman has the thickest plot armour ever known to man your sus if you think am wrong)

THE ROYALS is a perfume producing company in America, the biggest in the country. It's on the list of the top ten richest and biggest companies in America sitting at the top position, number one. It's the fourth worldwide. More than thirty countries are recorded for using their product worldwide. They are not only manufacturers and marketers of perfume, they are involved in fashion too, shoes and clothes. Their products are highly patronized because they produce quality and lasting products. It's expensive too. Now let's meet the owner of The royals, Jennifer Keys, the richest female billionaire in America. She's twenty six, single and not ready to tie herself down in a relationship after suffering toxic relationships from Anacondas (Her way of referring to men). She's arrogant, strict and cold. She never thought a day would come when things would change in her life till she met a hothead named Myles Kennedy. How will their paths cross?

Some nightmares do not halt, they keep replaying till you lose your sanity. I have no idea what else I'm gonna do at this juncture of my life. Is my life even mine? I can't feel it is. What am I gonna do to be free? Free as a bird from this shackle? I am Hailey Brown, I reside in Chicago. I lay on a bare fluffy floor warping my fragile legs and twitching like a leaf. My tummy was agonizing badly and I could feel my intestines getting devoured as if a clump of rats were gnawing them. I let out an audible sigh. It's not the first time I have been in extreme distress. My eyes bulged looking somber, my lips, parched. I heard the bars of the cell I was in, clattering. It was the jail guard. He has arrived again to invite me to go work on the field as well as with the inmates. The clattering slammed my ears and I attempted to rise to my feet I felt so dizzy that my head commenced spinning, but I still attempted to waddle frightened I was going to get whacked or dragged out forcefully. The guards in the jail are quite brutal like soldiers, a few of them have mistreated me a few times hence, the awful bruises and spots on my arms and legs. I was almost arriving at the bars and I weakly plopped to the floor conk out. Hours hastily departed. Munroe Jackson, my husband, he is running for governor. He relaxed on the bottom of his bed in only a pair of shorts. His hairy puffy chest was disclosed and his hips were as well. Samantha, my half-sister hopped on the bed in only a bra and a pant. She crawled towards Munroe giggling noisily and wrapping her smooth arms around his chest like an anaconda grasping its prey. Munroe's phone beeped noisily and he tugged it from his pants on the bed. He peeked at the screen and he saw it was one of his minions dialing and he answered the call. "What news do you have for me?" Munroe sniffed. "it is done boss, she's now six feet under." replied, the jail guard. Munroe had disbursed to a few guards in prison to have me killed. He wanted me gone so he can successfully be elected governor. Eight months after I gave birth to our daughter, Bella, I unearthed that he runs an illegal drug trafficking business and is a member of a syndicate. Not only that, he smuggles arms and grenades out of the country. Munroe comprehended I won't take that sitting down and he had me framed for possessing drugs. I had no evidence to back me in court and though I kept blurting to the judge and members of the courtroom, that Munroe is a drug lord, no one gave attention to my voice and my sentence was heightened accused of slander. The jail guards had brought me to a forest at midnight wrapped in a sack and they threw my body inside a hole which they dug and buried me alive.