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Darling: Don't Open That Door

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.
Civia_Writes · 1.3K Views

My techniques cultivate themselves

(Please recommend it to others if you like it, thank you. And add it to your collection if you like it.) Li Qingyun was an ordinary person who lived a quiet, unremarkable life — until the day he died and was reborn in a world of martial arts and immortal cultivation. Blessed with a mysterious system, he discovers a power unlike any other: a slot space where techniques can be placed and automatically cultivated without his input. While others spend years mastering a single technique, Li Qingyun’s skills grow on their own, evolving to higher ranks with each passing day. But in a world where strength is everything, his calm and adaptable nature becomes his greatest weapon. Navigating dangerous sects, ancient mysteries, and ruthless rivals, Li Qingyun must harness his ever-growing arsenal of techniques and find his place in this treacherous world. With his techniques cultivating themselves, the only limit is how far his ambitions can take him. .... This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The techniques, abilities, and system mechanics depicted in this story are purely fictional and should not be considered accurate or practical in real-world contexts. Reader discretion is advised. This is not a translation. (Please Support, your support and gift can help me more)
Apex227 · 57.4K Views

Doomsday, Let's Open A Restaurant

Check out my other books In a world plagued by the relentless scourge of the undead and ferocious mutant creatures, one man finds himself at the heart of an extraordinary culinary adventure. Meet Xiao Feng, an ordinary chef who, by a twist of fate, awakens in a city overrun by zombies and bizarre mutants. Yet, amidst the chaos and devastation, he discovers a remarkable gift – the power of Culinary Mastery. Xiao Feng's restaurant, "Great Potential," becomes an oasis of safety in a city teeming with danger. Its mysterious defenses not only keep the undead hordes at bay but also shield it from the most devastating of calamities. Armed with a unique set of culinary skills, Xiao Feng embarks on a journey of survival, innovation, and flavor in a world where the distinction between life and death has blurred. As Xiao Feng ventures out into the treacherous streets of the fallen city, he encounters both the undead and living survivors, each with their own unique abilities and stories. His culinary creations not only fill empty stomachs but offer incredible attributes and power-ups to those who partake. But the challenges are enormous, and some encounters prove that not all monsters are mindless. With a growing menu of mutant ingredients and an expanding array of skills, Xiao Feng must navigate a treacherous path of survival while unlocking the secrets of his newfound abilities. He strives to complete missions issued by a mysterious system and unlock the full potential of his culinary prowess. "Doomsday, Let's Open a Restaurant" is a tale of resilience, creativity, and culinary artistry set against a backdrop of horror and uncertainty. Join Xiao Feng as he turns the art of cooking into a lifeline, serving hope on a plate and defying the apocalypse one dish at a time. Will his unique culinary skills be enough to survive in this nightmarish world?
Adam_2023 · 1.3M Views

We Were Close, Yet Miles Apart

For seven hundred years, the Carsen Empire stood untouchable—a dynasty carved in war, forged in blood, and ruled by the vision of a single man: Delecto K. Carsen. He did the impossible—ended a decade of war without staining his hands with innocent blood. His empire thrived. Until now. Until everything collapsed. The Northern Duke and Duchess—dead. Their son, Alex Luxembourg—seventeen, unprepared, and drowning in a kingdom that no longer respects him. His father’s land? Starving. Rotting. On the verge of rebellion. His enemies? Laughing. Waiting. Circling like vultures. Then comes the final blow. Bandits attack. Supplies vanish. Famine tightens its grip. The people cry out, and Alex reaches for the Emperor’s aid—only to watch it be stolen before his very eyes. This is no ordinary raid. Someone from within is feeding the enemy. A noble. A traitor. A snake in silk robes. And now, the Emperor speaks. Fix this. Or be erased from history. The solution? Marriage. A bond between Alex and Maria Morgan, the daughter of the most dangerous man in the empire. A deal that shackles Alex to a future he never wanted, with a woman he cannot trust. Is she a savior or a spy? A pawn, or a queen waiting to strike? The game is set. The court is filled with smiling assassins. The empire holds its breath. Now, Alex must do the impossible—outwit the wolves, find the traitor, save his people… and survive the throne that was never meant to be his. Because in the Carsen Empire, power isn’t given. It’s taken. And if Alex isn’t careful, he won’t just lose his land. He’ll lose his life.
LucianPestelio_001 · 16.7K Views
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