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"They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.” (Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.) You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing? The MC who never laughs. Never feels. Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence. He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.” He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.” He never flinches, never laughs, never lives — And you call that strength? Funny. Because to me? That’s just a prison in disguise. You see an “alpha.” I see a boy too scared to feel anything real. While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice, I’m already making the Saintess scream, drenched in sin, halo cracked, legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her. And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control. I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh. I didn’t need to dominate her mind — I freed her heart. But that scares people, doesn’t it? Because readers trust the ones who suffer. Who stay quiet. Who kill without blinking and love without showing it. But me? I flirt. I laugh. I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry. I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness. I weaponize mine. Pleasure. Connection. Laughter. That’s my arsenal. And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves, Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems, I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again. You call that luck? Nah. That’s mastery of the three worlds. Because in a world that respects coldness, I came in hot. Where others manipulate, I connect. Where they posture, I play. Where they sacrifice, I seduce. So go ahead. Call me a simp. But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny, I’m the one making goddesses question theirs — with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets. I’m not the hero. Not the villain. I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.

Dev was the top-ranked player in Defense Against Infinite Waves, a game where strategy decides everything. Except… Dev had no strategy at all. He won by doing only one thing—spamming troops until the enemy cried. One day, as he admired his hard-earned title, a blinding light swallowed him. Dev opened his eyes in a real fantasy world under siege. A system floated before him: [Welcome, Defender. Save this world.] The problem? Dev had zero tactical sense. But will spamming work in the real life...

do you want read 'sleep talking' kind of novel? you cann't find any good story or interesthing read in this. but you can find some word maybe will refresh your brain and strike a new interesting idea for your own novel.

Daaaadadadada Iatula presents inoxication spam by Eka Chadua and Dato Abuladse. The story that began because of one little incident. And because of that fire wheel will bring death. And will of queen that will change fate and set a bird free.

Muna decides to work as an escort so as to get money to repay the Bank and treat her grandmother's cancer. She ends up meeting Dovan a millionaire and the owner of the sex club she'll be working at. He decided to take her as his personal escort and ends up falling in Love with her.

Maimuna's pov And this is it again mustapha has disturbed my peace again God can i hate him more than i already do??? Ever since i have known that guy he has always been an obstacle to my peace, when he is around i don't get to breath like a normal human so i want to turn the table around this time. I know what you people are thinking already, that i am going to add something to his food right well if that is what you are thinking then you don't know me at all, when i got to the parlor l saw mustapha looking like a scared cat and at the same time a hungry lion while Abduljaleel was looking all tired and hungry so for Abduljaleel's sake i quickly went to the kitchen, served their food on two different plates and covered them, i did all i needed to do and headed for the parlor where they were seated or should i say laying almost lifeless, who said guys don't have a weak point??? News splash food i repeat food is their weak point, starve them when they have no option and they would be at your service. I first went to mustapha and place one of the food in front of him, i opened the cover and returned it back then changed the food with the other one on the tray, i had to check in and not get the food mixed up, i smiled at mustapha before i gave the one i took from mustapha to Abduljaleel, i watched as mustapha's face change from joy to terror and i immediately knew i have succeeded in my second mission. Mustapha's pov i can even feel my intestines knotting themselves to help adjust to the hunger for the main time so skipping dinner is definitely not an option. I was still looking for an escape when Maimuna decided to grace us with her presence holding a tray, omg how more devilish could she get, she couldn't even wait for me to conclude or find a solution to my problem. She came to my front and placed a plate of food, she opened the lid smiling before she quickly exchange the food with the one she was still holding, she smiled at me and said 'enjoy your meal Prince'. And that was it she gave the other plate of food to Abduljaleel and then exited the room.

This is novel is all about a girl named Maimuna..... She was in a love triangle and had no idea Am sorry i can't tell you what it is all about if i do then where is the joy in reading it, i wish to make my readers curious. Am sorry once more..... Enjoy

heartfelt tales of a train journey

En esta historia/novela/fiction te muestro como desperté y me fui convirtiendo en el dios creador de todo y historias cortas de mis creaciones así como mi tiempo personal y el de mis hijos dioses [desperté sin saber donde me encontraba, solo con recuerdos vagos pero tiempo después de estudiarlos me di cuenta que reencarne como la consciencia de un universo nuevo, y me puse manos a la obra para recrear algunas cosas que en mi antiguo mundo me parecieron interesantes y por supuesto mis propias creaciones.... ] {no me pertenece ninguno de los animes o sus poderes ni películas ni marvel(mcu y comics) ni dc: supergirl The CW, minecraft} -solo escribo o un intento por hacerlo y por emoción y aburrimiento - (Antes de seguir con la lectura ,pasate por mis otros proyectos https://m.webnovel.com/book/15574371905906405 )

A fifth element among the four. Two warring races forced as one and a lost prince destined to unite them.