louisa clark

++edit, "Father, please. I don't want to become Alpha Lucas' breeder." I cried when he pushed me against the wall. "Don't call me father! You nameless she-wolf!" I closed my eyes. She's shy and sweet. She's the weakest and most useless wolf in the pack. Her life was changed when she was sold to the most powerful wolf in the North Land. Alpha Lucas. Dark, strong, ruthless and moody. Could she, a nameless she-wolf, survive his torture? Could she be emancipated from his enslavement? Could she use her potion box to cure Alpha Lucas' incurable disease called "cruelty"? Could she break the chain of her fate with the help from her friends and... ... revenge?

I transmigrated into the body of a teenage Clark Kent in the Smallville universe. What will I do differently?

This is not my novel I copied it from somewhere else because I like Webnovel format

be humble,be kind and believe

The new community began in the unforeseeable event led by the woodland. No one had seen, felt, nor imagined a mere cub could create another breath of life. A 17-year-old high school girl, Louisa Kim, did not face the not-so-typical challenges of reality with the notion of getting involved in the rising society of Alphas and Omegas. Nor did the first members of the New Generations anticipate their existence to be a part of the lycanthropes. Nine Alphas found in the four corners of the world gathered and associated themselves with the first Omega of their kind. The origins and symptoms would unfold in a way no human could predict.

Guided by the light of unknown force. He, has managed to roamed and be a knight at morning and shield at a cavern away from the moom at night. Will he will be cast with bounded magic to forever womanhood? Or shall He remain the man he is today?

The young guy with meaningless life becomes a powerful person in another world.

Dear kiara, my beautiful angel You are now exiled to the unknown, the abyss, you have committed so many crimes in our heavenly realm, as the heavenly emperor and as your father I hoped you wouldn’t act like your mother, I suppose it runs in the blood, from now on you are disowned. Good bye, my angel I look in to my fathers eyes as he is giving his verdict . It truly pains me. A second I was happy now I’m in pain, looking up to the sky I think of my mother and a tear rolls from my right eye from then on the positive and go lucky kiara changed in to a demon who shall reck havoc throughout the nine realms and reclaim her rightful place in the heavens So will you join my journey in concurring the nine realms

"Hi....I'm allergic to Semen" Sahara was never the type to shy away from her insecurities, if anything she boldly embraced them. This however was more than an insecurity, it was something she had no control over, an allergy she had developed from a one-night stand but darned it if she was going to let it stop her from tasting every flavor of male jelly. As she navigates this newfound life, will she be able to find both love and healing in one person?

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!