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God Loves Man Kills

My Villainous husband loves me

I remember the day I died. There was nothing remarkable about it. Just a cold day, in an enclosed space with an angry husband driven by mindless hatred, and I ended up with a broken neck I lived an unremarkable life. Just a daughter of a dead Baron and a loving, doting wife of an ice-cold husband... if I had another chance, I would make better choices. I would divorce my heartless husband. If only... I thought it was the end, that I would drift off into the dark, never to be heard of again. But then, something strange happened. I appeared in front of the heavenly bodies - three towering figures with piercing gazes, their presence both captivating and intimidating - with them was a second Chance. I was sent back ten years into the past and I was handed a national lottery - a chance to pick a better husband but there is a catch. "You will not remember your husband's face or name, Abigail," the central being said. "But you will remember the pain he inflicted upon you." So, here I am... trying my best not to give my villainous husband a second chance *** Excerpt "Do you want me?" I looked at him as this burst of anger filled me up and threatened to overtake me. "No!" "Would you like to be caught in a compromising position with me? For instance, a kiss…." Before I could make sense of what he was saying, he grabbed me and pushed me against the tree behind us and without giving me a moment to think, he placed his lips against mine. I gasped as soon as his lips touched mine. I can feel his smile against my face. The son of a bitch loved that I was shocked to the bones over his behavior. I wanted to push him away, i meant to until i found myself…still I stood still as he kissed me. For a ruthless man who enjoyed killing and cutting people’s heads off, his lips were soft. I wasn’t expecting that. My Villainous husband's kiss made the lady place in between my legs wet. Book cover is not mine. if owner wants me to take it down, please contact me.
DenneeRiley · 4.3K Views

Paranoid Doctor Only Loves Me

By a twist of fate, Tang Su discovered that the aloof male god she once had a crush on lived right across the hall. It had been eight years, and he did not remember her at all, so Tang Su had to tuck away her affections and pretend she didn't know him. Every time they met, she would properly call him "Doctor Lu." …… One day, while Lu Han was taking a nap, Tang Su slipped into his office. The duty nurse shot up in surprise, shouting "Stop" as she followed after Tang Su. By the time the nurse arrived, Tang Su was sitting in the chair, stretching out her leg to hook Lu Han's, coquettishly asking, "Doctor Lu, my leg hurts, could you take a look?" Lu Han stepped back and turned to the nurse, "You go out first, I'll handle this." The nurse nodded, considerately closing the door behind her while muttering to herself that she didn't know how many women had thrown themselves at Doctor Lu. Each one of them had left crying. After a while, the office door opened. The nurse looked up to see that Tang Su as expected, was limping out with reddened eyes. The nurse smiled knowingly, thinking that Tang Su had overestimated herself. Soon after, Lu Han hurried out of his office. He swept past the nurse, scooped Tang Su up at the waist, and carried her sideways back to the office. As he walked, he whispered to Tang Su, "Didn't I tell you to wait for me a while? Why are you walking around with a sore leg?" …… After they got married, Doctor Lu was often away for meetings, surgeries, and paid learning, hardly ever at home, not even answering phone calls, leaving Tang Su practically like a deserted bride. She wrote in her TikTok bio: "Living like a widow." Then— One stormy night, Doctor Lu came back. Before long, she changed her TikTok bio to: "Please spare me."
Lattice Shell · 305.4K Views

Mafia's desire: A love that kills

Synopsis: Sophia, a journalist, investigates organized crime. Dante, a mafia underboss, is tasked with stopping her. But Sophia's determination and intelligence intrigue him. As they engage in a cat-and-mouse game, Dante finds himself torn between duty and desire. CHAPTER 1: "Deadline Looming"* Sophia Russo tapped her pen impatiently on her desk, staring at the blank page in front of her. Her editor, Mark, had been breathing down her neck all morning. "Sophia, where's the mafia exposé?" Mark asked, his voice firm but laced with annoyance. "You've had weeks to work on this. I need something concrete by the end of the day." Sophia took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. "I'm close, Mark. Just need to verify some sources." Mark's expression turned skeptical. "Verify? You've been verifying for months. I need results, Sophia." As Mark walked away, Sophia's phone buzzed with an incoming text: "Meet me at the coffee shop on 5th and Main at 7 pm. Come alone. -A" Sophia's heart skipped a beat. Alex, her reliable source, rarely contacted her directly. She glanced around the newsroom, ensuring no one watched, before quickly typing: "See you then." The message sent, Sophia's mind whirled with possibilities. What did Alex have for her? Was it finally the break she needed? The pressure from Mark still lingered, but Sophia's determination reignited. She would get this story. As she processed the message, a sudden wave of déjà vu washed over her. The newsroom around her blurred, and Sophia felt herself transported back in time. She saw herself as a teenager, sitting in the backseat of her parents' car, laughing and arguing with her mom about college plans. The sound of screeching tires and shattering glass shattered the memory. Sophia's heart raced as she relived the horror of that fateful night. Her parents' faces flashed before her: her father's encouraging smile, her mother's unwavering determination. The accident's aftermath unfolded like a cruel slideshow – the hospital, the funeral, the loneliness. Sophia's gaze drifted to the silver necklace around her neck, the press badge pendant a tangible connection to her parents' legacy.
Va_neemi05 · 1.5K Views

I Will Kill The Extra

"He thought knowledge was power, but knowing the story won’t save him from me." ********** Extra Takes It All! True to its title, that hypocrite really does take it all. Opportunities? “Nah, the protagonist is too overpowered to even bother with them. I’ll take what he ignores—anything for my survival.” A harem? “I just help them a bit with their internal struggles, and somehow they keep clinging to me.” Items? “He barely uses them. They’re just lying around, so I’ll put them to good use.” And yet, that hypocrite keeps whining: *“I’m not supposed to be the protagonist. I don’t want to change the story’s outcome. I’ll just enjoy it from the sidelines.”* *Chuckle* Yeah, right. Somehow, I pushed through that mess of a plot. The other characters? They were decent. Well-developed. They felt real and believable. But that so-called “extra”? He was a walking contradiction. He started out on the sidelines, but gradually got more and more overpowered—until he himself became the story’s villain. As for the ending, don't even get me started. It really felt like the final battle was slapped together based on Authors hormones. The climax didn't make any sense at all, it was just a mess which totally twisted the logic that built up till this point of the story. So, what did I do wrong? I just cursed him a little, that’s all. And to be honest, he deserved it. Then, fate being fate, I ended up in that same novel that frustrated me. But unlike that Extra who cried about being thrown into a dangerous world and all, my situation is genuinely screwed. If I want to survive, there’s only one way: kill the extra. Yes, you heard me right. I won’t stop you, I will straight up kill. As your Professor, I’ll have plenty of chances.
YourAverage_Reader · 43.4K Views
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