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How To Become A Half Wolf

How to survive as a villain

Ren Jiang, an introverted architect, died. He found himself transmigrating into a psychotic villain of the novel he read. Thinking about gaining new martial powers, he excitedly stepped out of the door. He did not get the powers but ended up face to face with a childhood friend who was obsessed with the original body. Ren, "..." Trying to get rid of the obsessed friend he found himself entangled in life and death situation with none other than the male lead. Ren, "... Please, leave me alone!" With the help of his system, Ren, now, Dorion, tried warding off the evil people and correcting original's evil ways. He finally achieved a peaceful life.... Not really. Even, when he carefully avoided any troublesome interactions with the main leads, he still, ended up catching the eye of the male supporting character. A person who appeared at the end of the novel, just to torture the original Dorion. Even when the original owner begged for death, he was cured to be tortured again. Ren, "..." Looking at the tall figure coming towards him, Ren sneakily tried to wiggle his way out, "I'll l-leave right now. I-I didn't m-mean to come here…” Kade Death laughed, his red eyes gleaming with intense emotions. He easily trapped the beautiful person in his arms, "My sweet, you didn't actually think that I would let you go, right? The scared Ren, "..." I did, But I dare not say! "I let you go once, angel, not anymore..." Ren, "...System, H-Help!" System, "Why don't you help me?!!!! Save me from the claws of this nine-tailed fox!!!!" ---------------------------------------------------------- "It's a slow burn. You have been warned that there will be smut... but at later parts. (after 100 chapters...) Readers can show their support by voting on the chapters. .............................................................
Kuroitsuki · 452.7K Views

How to Become an Immortal Farmer: A Former Young Master's POV

I just wanted to slurp my instant noodles and enjoy another trashy series, that’s all I was looking forward to. But instead, I got kidnapped. Then, I died. That's what I remember, at least. But hey, I didn't stay dead. Somehow, I got reincarnated into the body of a young master of the Rainbow Sect. The problem? He was your typical arrogant, spoiled young master. A guy with a ridiculously inflated ego who loved flaunting his power and wealth. So, yeah, not exactly a great deal for me. Instead of waiting for my inevitable doom, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I wasn't about to play the part of some arrogant, entitled brat. I wasn't going to fight other geniuses, and I sure as hell wasn't going to waste my time trying to reach the top in some ridiculous power struggle. Nope. I was done with that nonsense. So, I fled. I ran as far away as I could and found myself a nice, quiet life... cultivating herbs in the peace and solitude of my own little garden. Who needs to challenge the heavens when you can grow your own food in peace? Farming was where the real satisfaction was for me. Fighting, scheming, and trying to outsmart everyone? Not my thing. But growing the perfect batch of herbs? Now that was a true art. ---------------------- This is a slice-of-life series, where a lazy dude just wants to stay out of the power struggle. I ain't no pro or anything, and honestly, this is the first time I’ve written a novel. I'm also a potato, and not a gun owner, so English ain't my mother tongue. But don't worry, I went to school, and it wasn’t an art one.
Eismann12 · 263 Views

Slave To The Wolf King

Jesse is a normal girl from a fucked-up family. The only thing she wants is freedom. Casimir, the dark and ruthless Wolf King, reigns in the underground dens of the wolf world with the power to compel anyone to do anything he commands. But he needs a new mate because the last two killed themselves. After watching Casimir steal the minds and wills of the other women kidnapped as potential mates, Jesse knows he is even more powerful than the urban legends she's heard. Fearing that she might lose herself forever, Jesse offers to submit to Casimir's dominance, make herself his slave, and bear his heir. But in return, he must vow never to use that compulsion on her. Fascinated by her boldness and the surge in his power when she offers herself, Casimir accepts her as his mate. But Casimir isn't the only wolf who wants Jesse. While Jesse cannot deny the sizzling chemistry between herself and Casimir, the King is emotionless and sometimes cruel. She's often drawn to the tender safety offered by a much less powerful wolf. A male Casimir would kill if he knew how deeply they connected. Will Casimir break Jesse just as he broke two mates before her? Will he discover her potentially deadly connection with another male? Or, will the smart and resourceful Jesse betray him and flee with the other wolf? Has the Wolf King finally met his match? *** "The position of Queen requires three things," I snapped impatiently. "First, the ability to bear heirs. Second, submission to me as King and Mate. And third, acceptance that I will not offer love." I stopped for a moment, "My Queen will receive anything material she wishes. But she will submit to me, and I will not bow. She will share my bed, my power, and my wealth... She will not share my heart." I waited, but none of them spoke. Good. I turned back to my servant to order them moved to the next challenge when a quiet but strong voice rose behind me. "Are you violent?" I turned back to the fire-haired woman with a flat smile. "Show me a wolf who isn't. And I am the King of the others. What do you think?" Her throat bobbed. The tear in the neckline of her cotton shirt offered a fleeting glimpse of plump cleavage. My cock twitched. "I meant with your Queen… um, Sire," she said uncertainly. "You said you have to dominate, that she has to submit. What is she submitting to?" I smirked. "I don't make a habit of leaving bruises," I said, letting a dark promise seep into my tone. "But they've been known to happen." It was quite thrilling when she paled. I once again turned away, gesturing to my man to start moving them when her voice rose one more time. "I'll volunteer," she said. When I whirled, she licked her lips then stepped forward. "I will be your mate… if you'll have me." Hiding my shock, I offered my most predatory grin to the poor, naive idiot. "My mate, like everyone else in this kingdom, is my slave. Now... are you certain?"
Aimee Lynn Lane · 140.2K Views

Half me and half...

Determined to take control of her destiny, Luna decides to confess her feelings to her best friend, Tandru. But his unexpected reaction will change everything, leaving her to question where she truly belongs. Trapped between two worlds, Luna leads a double life as she is born with the ability to live alternatively between a modern realm and a medieval one. She awakens to one reality each time she falls asleep in the other. In Timeless City-the modern world, she is a misunderstood girl, misdiagnosed with narcolepsy and bullied for her strange condition and appearance. To make matters worse, her mother has never helped her and only added salt to her wounds. Her only solace is her best friend, Tandru, the one person who has always been there for her. As a child, Luna learned it was dangerous to speak about one world in the other. There was no way to prove her experiences, and people either looked at her strangely or panicked, thinking something was wrong with her. Over time, she adapted, learning to take things as they came, asking few questions, and sharing nothing about her two lives. In Ether Kingdom-the medieval world, Luna is the daughter of the most powerful duke in the kingdom, commander of the royal army. Her parents have protected her by creating a comfortable estate where her condition poses no burden. The duchy has been carefully designed to meet her every need, and though she is monitored from afar, she has a degree of freedom. However, there is no one her age, and she never leaves her father's lands and no one ever visits. As time passes, Luna begins to suspect that her parents are isolating her because of her condition. Luna yearns to escape this divided life. Eager to uncover the truth about the medieval world she lives in, Luna seizes her chance during the night of a grand festival and escapes. But her freedom is short-lived. She's quickly caught by her father’s right hand—River, the vice-commander of the army—who slings her over his shoulder, and no matter how much Luna yells at him to let her go, the tiger of a man doesn't flinch and carries her back. >> "Get your hands off me!" she almost shouted, struggling, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, desperately trying to break free of my hold as I struggled with the cloak in my other hand, attempting to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "Lunatic!" "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. She screamed and struggled, but I ignored it, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. And since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the lunatic. No wonder I hadn’t known Sir Caedmon had a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she went suddenly still and quiet. Had she grown tired or gotten worried about attracting attention or realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. After a few more steps, and I started to get anxious—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t move. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted towards the Commander's house.
Inemin · 112.9K Views
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