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[300 Golden tickets= 5 Bonus chapters] [100 Golden tickets= 2 Bonus chapters] [400 Power stones= 5 Bonus chapters] [200 Power stones= 2 Bonus chapters] I'll try to do the total bonus chapters before the end of week... but I can't make any promises ______ Yohan wakes up ten years in the past, back when he still lived with his uncle and hadn’t yet lost his parents’ massage parlour. With a strange book filled with wellness techniques in his hands, he decides to live differently this time—more aware, more purposeful, and maybe even more fulfilled. “Missed opportunity is tomorrow’s regret.”

[300 tickets d'or = 5 chapitres bonus] [100 tickets d'or = 2 chapitres bonus] [400 Power stones = 5 chapitres bonus] [200 Power stones = 2 chapitres bonus] Je vais essayer de faire tous les chapitres bonus avant la fin de la semaine... mais je ne peux rien promettre ______ Yohan se réveille dix ans dans le passé, à l'époque où il vivait encore avec son oncle et n'avait pas encore perdu le salon de massage de ses parents. Avec un étrange livre rempli de techniques de bien-être entre les mains, il décide de vivre différemment cette fois—plus conscient, plus déterminé, et peut-être même plus épanoui. "Une opportunité manquée est le regret de demain."

An undead Rabbit, a robot in his head, a guy with vines, a bird girl and a nervous wreck of a centipede? Why do I have to write about them? Huh? I get to be in the story? Uhm... Hey, you. Read Rabbit's Foot. Featuring The best Character ever written in the world: Ra- I mean, This story is pretty 'great'. What do you mean "write a plot summary"? I think I did pretty good. Okay, okay. It's about this guy and he collects hearts. there. Done. Huh? Oh yeah, this book is pretty mediocre, so don't expect much. Buuut Fanservice, right? Wait, was I not supposed to say that? Then tell me that before I say it! Mollia, you frustrate me. What's a good way to get people to read this... Oh, we've got lgbtq+ representation! Yeah. Beat that... Huh? That doesn't automatically make something good? Then... Then why did I write this? Because I had nothing else to do? Fair... I should have done a harem... Rabbit's Foot part 40: Harem Hare. Boom. I'll sell millions. Do harems even sell still? ...You don't know either, do you? I knew you didn't know everything. Ha, in your face... What? I am not- Mollia, I swear if you... Okay, since I'm not allowed to ramble on anymore, I should now mention that I have this thing called a disconnect. Huh? Discord? I don't care how it's spelt! Hang on... Okay, the link is this; https://discord.gg/nW6CfvDe ______________________________________________________________________ (Non Canon Now (yay)) A Chain loving Demon, a Size altering dragon, a Bio weapon with a mimic for a scarf and the Four Horsemen? Huh? I'm not in this part? What, I'm only a cameo appearance!? Oh screw this, I wanna speak to my manager. Huh? I'll get kicked out if I don't do this thing? Fine... Hey you, Reader. It's me, the best character from the last part. I'm sure you're wondering "Rat, why O why aren't you in this part?" Then read Heartbreak Hero first, dummy. But Anyway, the story ain't finished. Not until I deem it is, anyway. This is Rabbit's Foot: Devilish Deals. The one were Panila finally learns to- Huh? That's a spoiler? Are they even gonna read that far? To be fair- Mollia, just let me speak! Fine, fine. Feel free to read, or not. I don't care. At this point it's to stop the madness of- I can't even talk about that? See, look at the witty banter I have with myself. I truly am the next Lenard Divinski. Huh? The guy's a painter? I... I said it wrong? Well whatever one starred in the Matrix movies. I'm the next guy in the Matrix. Well, rat-girl. But hey-ho. Oh yeah, we reached 100 chapters a bit ago... That's it. Hey, can I spoil my entire story in this? Wait I can just do that? Oh hells yeah. Alright, so #### gets with ##### at the end... Did you really censor me? I can't have anything... I'm not just a cameo... I'm more than you. Two Becomes One | One Was Two ___________________________________ [So long awaited update for the series... I'm done with Devilish Deals. Well, this version at least. Much like every good comic book that sinks below expectation after awhile, it's time for a.... wait for it... Reboot (yay). But yeah, Rabbit's foot: Devilish deals is a done deal. Hehe. Well, not exactly done. So basically a Sequel. Because It's pretty obvious a fumbled this fifty or so chapters. So thanks for the support on Heartbreak Hero and hopefully see you at the next book!]

If the world has millions of virgins, I am one of them. If the world has ten virgins, I am one of them. If the world has only one virgin, then that’s me. And if the world has no virgins left, it must mean I’m no longer on Earth. That pretty much sums me up. My luck with women was so pathetic that even on my 25th, I hadn’t held a woman’s hand. Well, except my mom’s. And even that ended when my parents died in an accident and left me alone. But by some twist of fate, I ended up meeting a goddess and was chosen to be her Saint. And not just any Saint, but a Saint whose mission was to spread my seeds- ahem, to spread a teaching of the concept of freedom to love and lust. “Yes, my time has finally come!” That was my first thought. Until I realized I had been sent to a kingdom with strict laws, a conservative society, and a population devoted to the orthodox Church. If I weren’t careful, I likely would end up burned at the stake before I could enjoy any fruits of my labor. Now I had to worry about getting found out by husbands whose wives I bedded, boyfriends whose girlfriends I stole, clergymen whose priestesses I seduced.

aku.. wanita dengan ukuran kaki yang sangat besar.., sungguh merepotkan untuk mencari sepatu wanita dengan ukuran ku, semua hanyalan untuk memakai sepatu cantik dan imut.. semua hanya sekedar hanyalan. aku hanya bisa menggunakan sepatu pria. dan.. karena ukuran kaki nya yang besar.. hal tak terduga pun terjadi, Eline..tanpa sengaja menggunakan sepatu yang salah, sepatu Eline tertukar dengan seorang pria yang ia tidak ketahui di sebuah pemandian air panas.. sial nya di dalam sol sepatu tersebut tersembunyi surat yang di berikan oleh seorang lelaki yang ia sukai yang bahkan ia belum membaca nya. ia harus menyembunyikan surat tersebut untuk menghindari para kepowers , apa yang harus ia lakukan sekarang? dan apa isi surat tersebut? ayo ikuti terus cerita komedi romantis ini

I was reincarnated... I didn't expect it. When I died, I really was reincarnated. Happy? No, not at all. It was just nonsense I didn't want to get involved in, and I really just wanted to end this nonsense right away. But, surprisingly, my wife also reincarnated with me. That changes everything: I must live and, more importantly, keep her alive. I won't make the same mistake twice. No matter what I have to do... I'll do it. I never imagined that would involve running a massage parlor that, for some reason, keeps attracting dissatisfied wives, women with marital problems. I don't know what kind of bizarre luck hangs over us, but that doesn't change what I have to do. No matter who or what I have to use to achieve it: my wife and I will survive. We will survive whatever this world, or the unknown beings that inhabit it, has in store for us. That is absolute. #Harem #Romance #Comedy #Yandere#MILFs #Doppelganger#Incest #GroupActio#Oyakodon#Elves #MonsterGirls #Kemonomimi#Demons #Dragons, Priestesses,#and much more..

He disappeared to escape the noise. Then a message brought him back to the silence. When David walks away from everything — his city, his friends, even Mavia, the boy who once made life feel bearable — he believes he's saving them all from his slow collapse. But weeks after cutting all ties, he receives a message in the dead of night: > “He said, ‘I will die.’ And then he did.” Mavia is gone. The cause? Suicide. The last words? > “Tell David he was right.” David returns to a past he tried to bury and finds only pieces — a grieving sister, a final letter, and a notebook filled with things Mavia never said aloud. But as David starts uncovering what Mavia truly felt — and what he was really running from — he realizes this story isn't just about death. It’s about what we leave unsaid. It’s about what it means to be seen. And sometimes, the most powerful confessions… are the ones we never send. A quiet, devastatingly emotional journey of grief, guilt, and healing — where love exists in memory, silence holds the deepest truths, and one message can rewrite everything.

Conrad lives a fairly dull life in the Drevonish military. Rarely is a battle hard-fought and even rarer does he fear for his life. He has few friends so as not to mourn those who die in battle, and his main goal is to stave off returning to his home while building up some money. It's a shame then that during a routine march an enemy ambush sends him tumbling deep into the Low Woods, and directly into the clutches of a hag that forces the weight of responsibility onto Conrad's shoulders. After years of doing nothing but the bare minimum, the foot soldier suddenly has to deal with the fact that many lives, and even the future of the world may very well rest on his shoulders.

i loved God with all my heart. I always had. My faith was my everything, the very foundation of my soul. I preached His word with passion, believing that His light would guide me through life's struggles. But what do you do when the very person you trusted the most, someone you thought was a fellow servant of God, betrays you in the most horrific way? David, the church member I had gone on that preaching mission with, sold me. Sold me to a sex trafficker, all to settle a debt. I thought I knew him. I thought I trusted him. He was supposed to be a brother in Christ, yet I found myself shipped away from Nigeria to Ghana, a stranger in a foreign land, torn apart by people who had no mercy for me. For fourteen years, I was a commodity. My body was used, my spirit crushed, my hope shattered. Every day felt like an eternity, a silent scream echoing in the pit of my soul. I felt worthless. I felt stained, as though everything I had believed in had betrayed me. The woman I was before, full of love for God, was no longer there. I had become a shadow, a shell of the person I once was. But then, as cruel as it may seem, I found a way out. A sickness—HIV—took my body and nearly destroyed me, but it also freed me. It allowed me to escape the nightmare that had been my life for so long. I came back home, broken and afraid, unsure of how to go on. And then I saw him. David. The man who sold me. The one who caused me so much pain. The one who had watched me break and never even cared. Now he stood there, in front of a church. A pastor. The man who had destroyed my life was now hailed as a man of God. He had "found Christ," they said. He had changed. I could see it in his eyes how he was adored, respected, worshipped by others. He was praised for his redemption, for his newfound faith. I wanted to scream. How could he be forgiven when I had been left to rot? How could he stand there, preaching, when he was the one who betrayed me? I felt like God had turned His back on me. I had prayed. I had trusted. I had begged Him for help, for mercy, and yet, He let this happen to me. He let David destroy my life and then gave him a new one ,one of power, respect, and forgiveness. And where was I? I was left broken, lost in the mess of my own shattered faith. I wanted to feel His love again, I truly did. I wanted to believe that He hadn't abandoned me, but I couldn't. Not anymore. How could I? How could I ever trust a God who allowed this betrayal to happen and then rewarded the one who caused it? I loved the church once. I loved the feeling of belonging, of being part of something bigger than myself. But now? Now, I felt nothing but anger and betrayal. Every time I saw David preaching, I saw my suffering. I saw my brokenness. I didn't know how to reconcile the faith I once had with the bitter reality I lived in. I felt so lost, so alone. How could I go back to God, knowing that He had let me suffer for so long? How could I love a God who had allowed me to be thrown away, only to let the one who destroyed me rise to greatness? I didn't know if I could ever forgive. I didn't know if I could ever heal. All I knew was that I was a stranger to my own faith now, and I had no idea where to go from here.

What is Himeros Massage? Brett Jackson knows Himeros was the Greek god of sexual desire, but how does that translate into a massage, and is he ready for whatever it might be?<br><br>After throwing his cheating and drug-addicted boyfriend out of his life, Brett spent a year believing celibacy was his best option. But his close friend Leo says Brett has checked out of life, and it’s time to return. He gives Brett a gift certificate for a massage. The only problem is, he won’t -- or can’t -- describe what a Himeros Massage is. He just assures Brett it isn’t a “rub and tug” kind of thing.<br><br>Meeting handsome massage therapist Aaron James, Brett decides to open his mind and see what happens. But can a massage really help him reclaim his life?