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Su Qinglan estava sentada de pernas cruzadas na grama, segurando o filhote de tigre mais gordinho que ela já tinha visto. "Aww... Olhe só para você", ela sussurrou, tocando seu narizinho. "Tão fofo que eu poderia te devorar..." Uma sombra repentina pairou sobre ela. "O que há de tão bom nesse filhote fedorento?" perguntou uma voz profunda e divertida. Ela piscou os olhos... e congelou. Erguendo-se acima dela estava um alto homem-fera tigre, seus olhos dourados estreitados em um sorriso preguiçoso e predatório. "Vamos ter o nosso", ele disse. O cérebro de Su Qinglan entrou em curto-circuito. ... Nosso? NOSSO?! Antes que ela pudesse processar, no momento seguinte foi içada sobre o ombro largo dele como um saco de grãos e carregada diretamente para a caverna. Su Qinglan ficou tão sufocada com a rapidez de tudo aquilo... que esqueceu até mesmo de reclamar. *** Os joelhos de Su Qinglan batiam um contra o outro enquanto ela olhava fixamente para a enorme serpente. Seus olhos vermelhos e frios se estreitaram, o movimento de sua língua provando o ar entre eles. "N-Não me coma", ela gaguejou, abraçando a si mesma. "Eu... eu não sou saborosa... sério, sou dura e cheia de... hm... colesterol ruim." A cabeça da cobra abaixou até ficar a centímetros de seu rosto. Suas orelhas de raposa tremeram freneticamente. E então, antes que ela pudesse piscar... seu corpo enorme cintilou, escamas transformando-se em pele bronzeada e músculos definidos. Diante dela estava um homem tão incrivelmente bonito que os pobres olhos de raposa de Su Qinglan lacrimejaram só de olhar para ele. Su Qinglan engoliu em seco, seu rabo ficando todo arrepiado em pânico. "Eu... eu..." Sua voz falhou. Okay, novo problema... a cobra é gostosa. Ela apertou os olhos fechados. "Se você... se você realmente quiser..." Ela soltou, com o rosto ardendo, "...v-você pode... me pegar." *** Em um momento, Su Qinglan estava lutando com todas as suas forças contra o rei zumbi. Boom! No momento seguinte, ela acordou em um bizarro mundo das bestas... dentro do corpo de uma tirana local preguiçosa, mimada e gorda que todos odiavam. A Su Qinglan "original" tinha sido uma vilã arrogante e manipuladora que passava seus dias intimidando mulheres-fera mais fracas, perseguindo machos bonitos e aterrorizando as crianças da tribo. Agora, graças ao senso de humor distorcido do destino, Qinglan havia herdado o corpo e a má reputação. Mas, sinceramente? Ser gorda em um mundo das bestas ainda era melhor do que passar fome no apocalipse. Pelo menos aqui, ela podia comer. O único problema? Neste mundo, os homens não eram apenas homens, eram homens-fera. Altos, fortes, perigosos... E aparentemente, esperava-se que cada mulher-fera tivesse vários maridos. O problema? As palhaçadas da Qinglan "original" haviam espantado todos os machos decentes num raio de dezesseis quilômetros. Armada com seus instintos de sobrevivência apocalíptica, uma língua afiada e um misterioso sistema que de repente se ativou... "Vinculando com a hospedeira..." "Parabéns, hospedeira, por chegar com sucesso ao mundo das bestas." Qinglan decidiu que não iria chorar sobre o destino. Se ela tivesse que viver aqui, então viveria grande, literalmente.

[Welcome to Online Bald Levelling! Please insert your username to get started.] In the year 2050, the game “Online Bald Levelling” took a massive turn as it celebrate its 3rd year anniversary. With a prize of a billion dollars for the upcoming season, many new players flocked into the game, with the expectation of getting the massive prize. Carter, who was born poor, was fond of playing online games to escape such a harsh reality. Spending his last piece of money, he joined the game in hopes of surviving until the end and becoming the final winner. Everything seemed to be fine until he realized that he needed more just to win the game. With the quick turn of events, will Carter be able to survive just like he planned? Friends, Allies, Deception, and Lies. Welcome to the world of Online Bald Leveling!

"If you can have the ability of any DND class, what would you choose?" Yi Qiu replied, "Of course its the monk! His body looks good and he runs fast. He has poison and illness immunity, he can wipe out scum with his bare hands and in this Chinese society where weapons are controlled and food has many chemicals in it, he's perfect. Moreover, the bald head is a unique feature of a boss, bringing with him a +3 deterrence buff..." Thus Yi Qiu really became a Monk... This is the story of how a normal kid obtained the powers of a Monk, clearing dungeons when he had nothing to do and occasionally helping to uphold justice.

Jason is just an ordinary guy, 32 years old, working in an office. He is bald and lives a boring life. Until one day he found a strange object, a golden crystal crown, in an old alley in the city of Seattle. As soon as he touched it, suddenly Jason could use insane magical powers! He could control fire, water, wind, and fight dark creatures. But there’s a big problem the city of Seattle started being attacked by shadow monsters every night, and only Jason could stop them. So Jason became a hero, even though he just wanted to live a relaxed life.

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" hay Alex it's rude to wake up some one sleeping " " hay roro don't be that soft this is a demon Lord after all he is evil isn't that right guys " " yas he is " that was a shouting from the other four children " so what should we do Alex " the shy girl roro said " let's burn his hair father said that his hair is his life maybe that would work and we would become a heros " it's a comedian story about man who retired to rise the little demon's in the orphanage

Hello everyone, I am the narrator, we are going to embark on a journey together; first of all we are going to describe the world where our stories will take place; but for that you must know a key word of our universe. Plasma.... A substance that for many only represents about 50% of the composition of the blood in our bodies, but here in Xibalba it represents... everything. There are 4 different types of Plasma with which any living being can be born and from this, if you are blessed, you can become an incomparable existence in the world but if you are cursed you can lose your humanity. Depending on the Plasma with which you are born you could develop certain abilities that allow you to manifest certain skills, the division is: Physical or Body Plasma: It allows you to change certain properties of your body, either form, composition or both but all this happens inside your body or on the surface. Who knows, you could be born with an intelligence never seen before... Or be able to transform into a dragon or maybe your only ability is to grow your toenails. Energy Plasma: Allows you to interact, control and even create certain forms of energy, so to speak is magic but at the same time is not limited by spells (Or maybe yes). You could control the 5 elements, you could manage some space-time or maybe you can just make your body glow in the dark. Organic Plasma: This is a special type of plasma that allows you to interact and influence other living entities. Maybe you can summon the dead, you could be a natural born beast tamer. merge with a dragon? Piece of cake.... if you are born with the ability. Otherwise you might only be able to talk to flies. Mutant Plasma: A certain type of plasma with mysterious properties, many of Xibalba's most legendary existences have this type of plasma... Will it be as incredible as the stories tell? Let's find out together. Did you think that's all? It's not that simple my friend, remember that all living beings in the world have plasma... Rare plants? nightmarish creatures? endless wars for incredible treasures? When they say imagination is the limit they surely mean our adventure. Did you think that's all? Since the living entities of our world will be so strong.... Why not give them a big and challenging enough world? Danger zones with impossible and extreme climates? Done heavenly minerals, natural wonders you've only seen in your dreams, unexplored areas so dangerous that no one knows what's inside? Done. Hidden dimensions and passages to other worlds? Done. References to mythologies, legends and ancient tales? Done

Centuries after most weres go feral, Gabal, Alpha of the Rocky Mountains, still sits upon his throne. Everyday, he can feel the webs of madness descend deeper into his mind. His only motivation, his only reason to push past the insanity, are the thousands of lives that hang in the balance should he fail. Driven further to the edge by the stress of a sudden plague, Gabal is left with no other choice than to seeking outside help from a nefarious witch, said by many to harm more than she helps. Centuries after most witches sink deep into the inky temptation of dark magic, Aiofe, the Life Witch, worked purely with the forces of nature. She had a quaint life in the countryside of Ireland. She follows the every day monotony, choosing to leave adventure behind in place of a more stable existence. Serving her community with home grown produce, spending her time with plenty of romance books, and doing all she can to mask the ever present ache in her heart. Two souls on a path of self destruction, both Hell-bent on waiting for that special someone. The Goddess has been waiting, She has been watching, and She has big plans for them both.

BALLS IN YOUR JAWS BABY UEAHHHHJ Uh man obsessed with ball, but does what it in his jaws? Or does jaws want to be his balls? HMMMMMMMMMM

In a post-Virat-Rohit era, Indian cricket is in crisis. To rebuild the national team, the BCCI launches the most intense talent hunt in history: “Bat & Ball.” Among 44 young players, one silent, unorthodox batsman named Aryan Raj stands out — not for power, but for precision, mindset, and obsession to win. This is not just a game. It’s a war of ego, emotions, and explosive cricket rivalries — watched by international legends and driven by media madness. Who will survive the trials? Who will lead India next?