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Neo transmigrated into world of a novel and became a side character. Here, strength and status were determined by one's god parent and their bloodline. Neo despaired, knowing a side character like him would have a weak bloodline until.... [Your bloodline has been awakened successfully] [Bloodline: Monarch of Death] He gained the bloodline of the strongest god: Hades, the God of Death who ruled over Underworld and Afterlife! His bloodline gave him the power to control Death itself! There was just one 'tiny' problem that Neo had yet to realize. .... For more character arts visit: https://ko-fi.com/failedwriter101 Discord server link: https://discord.gg/vrNqR3V4Vb

Neo transmigró al mundo de una novela y se convirtió en un personaje secundario. Aquí, la fuerza y el estatus estaban determinados por el padre divino de uno y su línea de sangre. Neo se desesperó, sabiendo que un personaje secundario como él tendría una línea de sangre débil hasta que... [Tu línea de sangre ha sido despertada con éxito] [Línea de Sangre: Monarca de la Muerte] Él obtuvo la línea de sangre del dios más poderoso: Hades, el Dios de la Muerte que gobernaba sobre el Inframundo y el Más Allá. ¡Su línea de sangre le dio el poder de controlar la Muerte misma! Solo había un 'pequeño' problema que Neo aún no había notado.

Synopsis: Yang Chen, the inheritor of the divine throne of Hades, was separated from his family at a young age and sold to a foreign assassin organization. Enduring the darkest of worlds, he eventually returned to his homeland incognito. Intending to live a low-profile life as a street vendor selling lamb skewers, fate took an unexpected turn when he married a well-known local corporate CEO. Hoping for a quiet existence, he found himself drawn into the role of a guardian knight due to the presence of beautiful women from various walks of life. As he navigates through these connections, his past experiences and former comrades resurface. Inadvertently, he delves into the world of cultivation in China and uncovers the essence of this world.

Neo transmigierte in die Welt eines Romans und wurde zu einer Nebenfigur. Hier wurden Stärke und Status durch den göttlichen Elternteil und die Blutlinie bestimmt. Neo verzweifelte, weil er wusste, dass eine Nebenfigur wie er eine schwache Blutlinie haben würde, bis... [Deine Blutlinie wurde erfolgreich erweckt] [Blutlinie: Monarch des Todes] Er erhielt die Blutlinie des stärksten Gottes: Hades, dem Gott des Todes, der über die Unterwelt und das Jenseits herrschte! Seine Blutlinie gab ihm die Macht, den Tod selbst zu kontrollieren! Es gab nur ein 'kleines' Problem, das Neo noch nicht erkannt hatte.

【Double C1V1】A certain gossip magazine exposed that the newly crowned actress Mu Yan spent the night at the villa of a certain already-married business mogul, accusing her of being a mistress intruding into someone else's family. Mu Yan posted on Weibo, "I went back to my own home, what business is it of yours?" Young Master Jiang from the Jiang Family, known for his immense power and noble grace in Upper City, reposted the Weibo, causing a city-wide uproar. At home, Mu Yan looked at the man beside her who kept refreshing her Weibo on her phone. "Since when did you learn to direct and act all by yourself?" The man was displeased, "You won't acknowledge me, and you won't let me fight for it myself?" Mu Yan, "..." She really couldn't tell who had been the domineering one forcing her to sign the marriage papers back then. If love were a poison, when he first met her, he was already poisoned to the core, with only her being the antidote. A secret love story in the entertainment industry.

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself. Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans. *** He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. "So, you laugh?" His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. "Hades, I—" "But you only laugh at other men's jokes," he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. "Not your husband's." The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us. A nervous chuckle escaped me. "You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake." In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. "You can’t laugh at my jokes..." he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, "but you’ll come with my fingers." I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment. "I don’t need your laughter," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "I’ll have every other part of you instead." **** Dark fantasy romance Morally Grey ML Angst Suspense ENEMIES to lovers Smut (like sprinkles on your ice cream)

Di dunia di mana Lycan dan manusia serigala adalah musuh bebuyutan, Eve Valmont adalah manusia serigala yang dikutuk oleh ramalan dan difitnah. Dikhianati oleh kelompoknya sendiri dan dipenjara selama bertahun-tahun, nasibnya mengambil arah yang lebih gelap ketika dia ditawarkan kepada Raja Lycan, Hades Stavros—seorang penguasa yang ditakuti karena penaklukan yang kejam dan keahliannya yang mematikan. Terikat oleh ramalan kuno dan dihantui oleh hantu masa lalunya, Eve sekarang berada di bawah belas kasihan makhluk yang seharusnya dia benci dan takuti paling—Sang Tangan Maut itu sendiri. Hades, seorang raja yang terukir dari darah dan kebusukan jiwanya sendiri, bertekad untuk membalas pembantaian keluarganya dan membebaskan bangsanya dari manusia serigala. Dia percaya Eve adalah kunci kemenangannya. Baginya, dia tidak lebih dari sebuah senjata yang diramalkan oleh ramalan, sebuah alat yang akan dia gunakan untuk menghancurkan kekuatan yang mengancam kelompoknya. Namun, dia menemukan dirinya menginginkan wanita yang kuat namun hancur ini. Meninggalkan dia bertanya-tanya apakah dia benar-benar senjatanya atau dia yang ditakdirkan untuk menggagalkan rencananya yang terencana dengan hati-hati.

The Luofeng Rising System allows him to see the desires list of any goddess who scores over 90 points. As long as he satisfies their desires list, he can obtain generous rewards. Desire list of the newlywed female host: 【1. It's tough being a new host, can someone tip me 100 bucks? I will give you my private contact info】 Ding! You tipped the host 100 yuan, fulfilled the host's desire list, and got a million-dollar luxury car exchange card. 【2. I want to move out of the dorm, it's inconvenient to broadcast live here】 Ding! You invited the female host to co-rent, satisfying her desire, and got a beauty enhancement. 【3. I want to find a boyfriend to learn how to act cute】 Ding! You successfully confessed to the Goddess, and got a Jump Money Card reward. Unknowingly, Luofeng had become the savior of the goddesses... 【Desire list of a grassroots goddess: I was laughed at for my 99 yuan purse, I really want to buy an LV】 【Desire list of a dance major goddess: My parents won’t allow me to date, it's been ten lonely years, I wish to find a comrade to keep secrets and solve my problems】 【Desire list of an aloof school beauty: Someone chase me, let me experience what it feels like to be pursued, and I'm really easy to chase, just take me out for dinner】 【Desire list of a popular female star: I'm already in my late twenties, I want a child】 Thousands of faces, every goddess has a unique hidden desire in her heart. Luofeng, using this cheat, begins to successfully handle the goddesses. Even the most noble ones seemed transparent before him. Alternate titles of this book are: "I'm not really a warm guy, please spare me little sisters", "I just want to shear rewards", "I understand women's hearts"

En un mundo donde los Lycans y los hombres lobo son enemigos jurados, Eve Valmont es una loba hombre lobo maldita por una profecía y enmarcada. Traicionada por su propia manada y encarcelada durante años, su destino toma un giro más oscuro cuando es ofrecida al Rey Lycan, Hades Stavros, un gobernante temido por sus conquistas despiadadas y su destreza mortal. Atada por una antigua profecía y perseguida por los fantasmas de su pasado, Eve ahora está a merced del único ser que debería odiar y temer más—El Mano de la Muerte mismo. Hades, un rey tallado de sangre y la decadencia de su propia alma, determinado a vengar la masacre de su familia y librar a su gente de los hombres lobo. Cree que Eve es la clave para su victoria. Para él, ella no es más que un arma anunciada por la profecía, una herramienta que empuñará para destruir las fuerzas opuestas que amenazan a su manada. Sin embargo, se encuentra anhelando a esta mujer poderosa pero rota. Dejándole preguntarse si realmente es su arma o la destinada a desentrañar sus cuidadosos planes. Se acercó a mí, un depredador cerrando en su presa, sus ojos oscuros e inescrutables. ¿Así que te ríes?", dijo su voz, baja, peligrosamente suave, haciendo que los pelos en la nuca se erizaran. Tragué saliva, de repente consciente de lo difícil que se había vuelto respirar. "Hades, yo—" "Pero solo te ríes de las bromas de otros hombres", interrumpió, su mirada penetrante, desprovista de cualquier humor. "No de las de tu esposo." La acusación en su tono era aguda, cortando el aire entre nosotros. Una risa nerviosa se escapó de mí. "No puedes estar hablando en serio... Él es tu beta, por el amor de la Diosa." En un instante, él cerró la distancia entre nosotros, tan rápido que me dejó sin aliento. Sus manos agarraron mi cintura, atrayéndome contra su cuerpo, el calor de él haciendo que mi piel hormigueara. Jadeé, pero antes de que pudiera decir una palabra, sus labios se estrellaron contra los míos, reclamando mi boca con una fuerza que envió ondas de choque a través de mí. El beso era castigador, hambriento, no podía respirar, no podía pensar. Cuando finalmente se alejó, temblaba, mi pecho subía y bajaba mientras luchaba por recuperar el aliento. Sus ojos, oscuros y tormentosos, buscaban los míos con una intensidad posesiva. "No necesito tu risa", susurró, su voz un peligroso raspado mientras sus dedos se deslizaban hacia abajo, enviando un escalofrío por mi espina dorsal, "pero vendrás con mis dedos." Tembé, un calor se acumulaba bajo en mi vientre ante sus palabras, su toque. El mundo a nuestro alrededor se difuminó, desapareciendo en la nada mientras su mano se deslizaba más bajo, arrancando de mis labios un jadeo entrecortado. La mirada en sus ojos me decía que sabía exactamente lo que me hacía, y no se podía negar la conexión primaria entre nosotros en ese momento. "No necesito tu risa", murmuró contra mi piel, su aliento caliente en mi cuello. "Tendré cada otra parte de ti en su lugar."

Em um mundo onde Lycans e lobisomens são inimigos jurados, Eve Valmont é uma lobisomem amaldiçoada por uma profecia e incriminada. Traída por sua própria matilha e aprisionada por anos, seu destino toma um rumo mais sombrio quando ela é oferecida ao Rei Lycan, Hades Stavros - um governante temido por suas conquistas impiedosas e habilidade mortal. Presa por uma antiga profecia e assombrada pelos fantasmas de seu passado, Eve agora está à mercê do único ser que deveria odiar e temer mais - O próprio Punho da Morte. Hades, um rei moldado a partir do sangue e da decadência de sua própria alma, determinado a vingar o massacre de sua família e livrar seu povo dos lobisomens. Ele acredita que Eve é a chave para a sua vitória. Para ele, ela não é nada além de uma arma prevista pela profecia, uma ferramenta que ele usará para destruir as forças opostas que ameaçam sua matilha. No entanto, ele se vê desejando esta mulher poderosa, embora quebrada. Deixando-o questionar se ela é realmente sua arma ou aquela destinada a desvendar seus planos cuidadosamente traçados. Ele caminhou em minha direção, um predador se aproximando de sua presa, seus olhos escuros e indecifráveis. 'Então, você ri?' Sua voz era baixa, perigosamente suave, fazendo os pelos na nuca se arrepiarem. Engoli em seco, subitamente consciente de como se tornara difícil respirar. 'Hades, eu—' 'Mas você só ri das piadas de outros homens,' ele interrompeu, seu olhar penetrante, desprovido de qualquer humor. 'Não das piadas do seu marido.' A acusação em seu tom era cortante, atravessando o ar entre nós. Um riso nervoso escapou de mim. 'Você não pode estar falando sério ... Ele é seu beta, pela Deusa.' Num instante, ele diminuiu a distância entre nós, tão rápido que me deixou sem fôlego. Suas mãos agarraram minha cintura, me puxando contra o seu corpo, o calor dele fazendo minha pele formigar. Eu respirei fundo, mas antes que eu pudesse dizer uma palavra, seus lábios colidiram com os meus, reivindicando minha boca com uma força que enviou ondas de choque através de mim. O beijo era punitivo, faminto - eu não podia respirar, não podia pensar. Quando ele finalmente recuou, eu estava tremendo, o peito ofegante enquanto lutava para recuperar o fôlego. Seus olhos, escuros e tempestuosos, buscavam os meus com uma intensidade possessiva. 'Você não pode rir das minhas piadas...' ele sussurrou, sua voz um raspão perigoso enquanto seus dedos deslizavam para baixo, enviando um arrepio pela minha espinha, 'mas você vai gozar com os meus dedos.' Eu estremeci, calor se acumulando no fundo da minha barriga com suas palavras, seu toque. O mundo ao nosso redor se tornou um borrão, desaparecendo em nada enquanto a mão dele deslizava para baixo, arrancando de mim um suspiro rouco. O olhar em seus olhos me disse que ele sabia exatamente o que estava fazendo comigo, e não havia como negar a conexão primal entre nós naquele momento. 'Eu não preciso da sua risada,' ele murmurou contra minha pele, seu hálito quente no meu pescoço. 'Eu vou ter cada outra parte de você.'