A sneaky masterpiece

Shabina is a wicked girl but she met a guy who is more wicked than her. She fell inlove, got played and left hanging by Ziv. She didn't expect that but what more shocking is he came back 5 years after he left and set up her! Making her pregnant and sign a marriage contract! He left her again and came back claiming her twins to be his.

A hopeful novelist named Aether faces rejection of his meticulously crafted works in a contest. Crush by disappointment; he never gives up. With his burning passion, he decides to mix his rejected stories to create something better. But, Uh-oh, he needs a cool ending, and he's got zero experience for it. "How do i end this thing without any real adventures?" So, he heads up to Sierra Madre, hoping for inspiration. But up there, things get crazy. He meets a fate he didn't see coming. "This wasn't in the plan." Suddenly, he transmigrated as Felix, an orphan destined to perish in the entrance exam at Avalon School. But wait. He'll actually be part of a legendary hero group in the future.

Yan Rui hug her from behind. "Get dressed, we have a meeting in an hour." Meng Fei "An hour? That's still a lot of time. How about a quickie?" Yan Rui "What are .. aahhhh" Meng Fei Before Meng Fei could finished her sentenced she was hauled to the bed by Yan Rui. He kissed her deeply and starting to explored her body when suddenly......... Yan Rui and Meng Fei dated since high school. After their graduation from university, Yan Rui were force to take over one of the sub-company of Yan Group, his family legacy. He then stated a condition where he would only manage the company if his girlfriend, Meng Fei becomes his secretary. But the naughty and playful Yan Rui didnt change a bit even after become the CEO of one of the biggest company in B city. Resulting her calm and composed secretary girlfriend, to get a headache.

Shrouded in the guise of mediocrity, Yang Haoran was a volcano on the verge of eruption. His soul thrummed with desires so potent, they danced on the fine line of societal taboo. The monotony of life served as the pressure cap, but fate had other plans. An uncanny system emerged from fateful strings, selecting his mother — his secret longing — and reshaped her into a willing participant in the tempest of his repressed yearnings. This seismic shift didn't stop at his mother. The system's tendrils snaked out, ensnaring multiple beauties, pulling them into the whirlwind of his latent passions. This beacon, burning in the midst of the abyss, led Yang Haoran not merely towards the satisfaction of his desires, but to a world where he could drink deeply from the chalice of his carnal yearnings. In the twisted tapestry of life, Yang Haoran's tale unfurls, a poignant testament to the unpredictability of destiny and the abyssal depths of forbidden desire. Update Schedule: 7 Chaps/Week Update Time: CST@1am; GMT@4am; IST@9:30am For those who want to support my work and read ahead, they can go to my Patreon: patreon.com/BukkakeMaster

Lin Xiu found himself in a world where the game industry was in dire straits and became a struggling game designer. However, with the help of a game development system, Lin Xiu put all his effort into creating a horizontal 2D game called Dungeon and Warriors. In this version, the character has a maximum level of 60, and the character cannot be transferred, nor can he learn awakening, and the painting style makes players complain wildly. But such an inconspicuous little game has just been released, and players all over the country are crazy about it! "Wow! Ghost Swordsman's skills are too cool, the big red bitch will always be amazing!" "Sharpshooter is the king, roaming is the eternal god! What? Will there be a female shooter?!" "Is there no one who likes fighters who fight hard?!" "I don't care, people from the Demon Realm are number one in the world!" ##################################################################### Beware I only got this in an Chinese MTL site: https://mtlnation.com/novel/half-finished-game-this-is-a-masterpiece so if you don't like the capiche. I just want to share it in this site.

The room was thick with the smell of wine. January 2025, Aezren leaned against the couch with wine in his hand, His eyes red like the sun during an eclipse, while his hair a chaotic Blonde framed his face with eerie elegance, hoping not to be disturbed by the screams of people. He was the Grim Reaper and the cause of people’s misfortunes, so it was only natural that he was embraced by screams day and night. Without a moment’s notice, he heard another person cursing him. “Not this again…” he groaned as he got up. He sipped his wine as he watched the drunk woman cursing him from the reflection on his wine. Lavinia stood on the parapet wall with high heels, ready to fall at any moment. Her red lipstick messed up, her skin a shade of bright olive, her hair had faded black hair dye, her eyes a shade of deep green, reminiscent of the forest. Her movements came out unstable as she screamed out, “Seems like all doom is attracted to me!” she laughed, tears rolled down her face. “I’m really not,” Aezren scoffed as he rolled his eyes. His eyes blew into saucers at a closer look at her face. “That face, it’s her!” he exclaimed. “I can’t let her die,” he pleaded with desperation as his “heart” raced. Aezren put his glass of wine back on the table with telekinesis as he stood up and teleported to Lavinia. However, it was already too late and she jumped off. Aezren jumped off of the terrace and held her in his arms as he floated in the air. He quickly took her back to the terrace before anybody could notice. Lavinia shut her eyes tight, hoping for the worst to happen—her death. She opened her eyes soon after she realized that she was on solid ground. “What is it,” she smiled, “Am I in heaven or hell?” she walked as she wondered. She was in her own world. “You’re in none,” Aezren told her, about to crash out at her obliviousness. But of course, she was half rat — drunk as hell. He let out a deep sigh. She didn’t listen. He recited some sort of spell, his index and middle finger pointed at her. Since alcohol has similar affects to being dead, it was easy enough for him to get her to be sober. She blinked in surprise. “Wh…Who are you?” she stammered, taking steps back defensively. “Be my muse.” He asked her. He has been searching for a her for over 4 centuries now. Having been living for so long, he has started making paintings to pass time. He has her face like a fuzzy faded painting in his head, and he has always struggled to capture her in his paintings. Finding her was a dream come true for him. She couldn’t die. Not before he painted her. Lavinia’s breath hitched. She was hit with nausea and dizziness. “Please.. please leave me alone!” She begged, her voice came out louder than she wanted it to. Aezren stared at her, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t save you because I care about your life,” he said, voice low. “I saved you because you have a face that doesn’t belong to this era.” Lavinia’s breath hitched again, her head spinning, “What the hell does that even mean…?” “I’ve seen you before. In dreams, in sketches, in brush strokes I never finished.” He sighed, “Centuries of searching. And suddenly, you’re on a rooftop, yelling about doom like some half-broken opera.” “You’re insane,” she whispered, backing away. He didn’t argue. “Probably,” he said with a shrug. “But I don’t care what you believe. You’re here. And I need to paint you before you disappear again.” Lavinia blinked, confusion and fear wrestling inside her. But something about him—his tone, his posture, the weird mix of detachment and obsession—made her pause. Her stomach flipped. The room still spun, but she wasn’t sure if it was just the wine anymore. “Okay,” she said slowly, swallowing hard. TW: Might include topics or references to Self harm. Reader discretion is recommended.