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Second Life Of A Trash Princess

My Will To Live Forced Me Into a Second Life ?!

O Aleystria, god of hatred and destruction, your awakening shall herald the final twilight. Remember well who you are, who you once were, but above all, beware of who you shall become. -Long story -Crazy fight -OP MC -Mystery -Adventure -Romance -Isekai (with a special twist that you'll discover) Vol 1 physical version on amazon if you're french. Chapter 36 : Aley first awakening "The cold embrace of death awaits me, but I refuse it, I will not die." "- Access granted: 365 days remaining before the annihilation of all life, as initiated by Project Aleystria." Aley dies in a mysterious, almost tragic drowning. When he wakes up, he finds himself in another world—a place of swords and magic. At first, he imagines it will be like one of the fantasy stories he once devoured, but he never anticipated that this new realm would reveal more about him than his original world ever did. Aley will confront his true past, of which he was completely unaware. Madness will slowly, very slowly, take hold of him, nobody really want to confront someone they hate, even more so, when that person is who you truly are... Note due to recent Webnovel policies: Hello to all readers, I am a french novelist, I used a translating ai to translate my novel, since it manages to keep the original meaning of my words. If there are some errors, I will fix them as soon as I see them. This story is mine and entirely original, therefore, do not attempt to copy or steal. The AI was used purely for translation when needed, the rest of the novel is translated by me. Published On : Webnovel, Scribble Hub, Royal Road
Deshy_The_Wise · 45.6K Views

Second son of satan

"You are the only one that can make this happen. Take my virginity and all these ends. Do with me whatever you want." It is true when they say that 'anyone who goes around seeking darkness, will find the darkness and the darkness will end up consuming him. Or her.' This is the case of Princess Zamira who grows up with the knowledge that she is to rule her father's kingdom after his demise but everything takes a different turn after the throne falls into peril and becomes at risk of being taken away completely and the right to rule, lost. Everything is done to save the throne and the kingdom but every effort proves to be futile and now there is only one option left; and that is for the Princess to get married to an old tyrant king, Alvarez. Leaving Mira with no choice, she decides to go through with the marriage which is scheduled to hold at Alvarez's hotel. Before the wedding ceremony even began, Alvarez tries to forcefully have sex with her but Mira resists him and escapes. Without knowing where to run to that night, she inadvertently enters the suite of a well known mogul in the hotel and hides in the dark until the uproar about her search subsided. Just when she is about to leave the suite, she hears a deep voice coming out from the water, halting her and stopping every flow of life in her. "Who are you?" She makes a bold attempt to inquire of him. "I am Devile, and I am the second son of Satan." Came his fiery response. Despite the fear that crept in slowly inside of her, Mira has a little stroke of hope -- that maybe she has met him. The one who would save her from her unfortunate fate. But the question is; who exactly is this man and will he save her as she hopes or will he consume her with his darkness? ... WARNING!!! Erotic sex scenes in some chapters.
JennyBlaze · 131.1K Views

Second chance - Diary of a transmigrator

The sweet scent of flowers invades my nostrils, while a light breeze caresses my body. I reflexively turn the other way, my hand flailing around my waist futilely seeking my blanket. Unable to find it, I gradually wake up, only to realize that I am not on my bed, nor in my room or in my house… instead, I am lying in a patch of grass in what looks to be a small clearing in a forest. Wait… WHERE THE HELL ARE MY CLOTHES???? I jump to my feet in panic and look left and right trying to figure out what is happening. My mind can’t process the situation, but after a few minutes the panic recedes and I start thinking somewhat rationally again. I check myself for any injuries or bugs crawling on me and I am relieved when I find none. Then my brain processes what my eyes see and I freeze. I once again start checking my body slowly, running my hands over it inch by inch. My beer belly is gone, the white hairs on my chest are now black and my body while not exactly rippling has defined muscle lines. Yeah, nice dream, I thought. I haven’t looked or felt so good since I was 20. Then reality slaps me again. A memory surfaces from the depth of my mind from a researcher’s interview on tv; you can’t smell something in your dreams, you just identify the scent that you should be smelling. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I smell the grass, the little violet flowers, the scent of the tree resin carried by the wind… fuck!... Toto, we are not in Kansas anymore…
PinkCulture · 6.8K Views
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