the imprisoned

He was supposed to transmigrate to a magic world, but due to an accident, he ended up trapped in a massive library. The system assigned him a task: for every book he read, he would be rewarded with mana stones, until he finished reading all the books. A trillion years later, Daniel finally finished the last book! [Ding, detecting that the host has finished the final book. Calculating system rewards.] [Ding, reward calculation complete. Dispatching rewards. The total number of mana stones the host has accumulated: 99999999...9999.] "Damn, am I that rich now?" [Ding, detecting that the host has completed the task. Loading world...] ... Goddess of Fate: "Daniel, my divine realm needs expansion. Could you sponsor me with some mana stones?" God of Storm: "Daniel, the divine punishment is about to descend. Could you lend me some power to help me get through it?"

“You will have to marry me and bear me a child.”  “What the fuck?!” Logic flew out of the window when Grace heard him say that. “Excuse me, what did you just say?”  Maybe, she was the one who had heard him wrong. It could have been anything except marrying him and giving him a child.  “You heard me,” Christian tsked, “but I’ll repeat it. Marry me and have my child.”  Her mouth opened and gaped at me. In her mind, she was trying to make sense about what was going on. How in the world had it come to be? What in the world could make the situation come to this?!  “No?” Grace replied, but then realized that the word was not firm enough. “No.” she said again. Christian frowned, and it seemed so innocent like he had not asked her the most unbelievable thing. “Why not? I thought you wanted to help me. You offered.”  “I offered my help, my brain, my support not my,” she hesitated, “stomach!”  What was the word for it? “Womb,” he provided.  “Yes!” She slapped her hand on the table. “You don’t get my womb!”   “I don’t?” He challenged.  “No!”  “What if helping me out means Lorelai coming out of a coma?”  Grace felt her heart drop. “What?”  Christian nodded. “What if helping me out, agreeing to what you have to do for me, means bringing your grandmother out of the, that she is in?”  ******** Grace  was one strong girl and with the people she put her trust in, that was only a small number, she knew she could conquer the world, or at least she thought to herself.  When her best friend proposed a deal that could change their lives, she made a decision that was going to be mutually beneficial to both of them.  But one renovation led to many and everything has been just a game, a manipulation from him. Everything was full of deceit, lies, planning and plotting against her. Every single thing, right down the fact that only he had been her friend…  Everything was a lie and she had been living it, willingly.  Tropes; Friends to lovers, office romance, best friends, frenemies, marriage of convenience, possessive villainous and morally gray heroes!

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Author: 麦香鸡呢 Total Chapters: 81 Translators : borntobearich Synopsis: Wen Ran adalah seorang beta. Pada usia 7 tahun, keluarga Wen mengadopsi Wen Ran dari panti asuhan sebagai pengganti anak mereka yang telah meninggal. Pada usia 17 tahun, kelenjar omega ditanamkan ke dalam tubuh Wen Ran, menjadikannya seorang omega dengan tingkat kompatibilitas 97,5% dengan Gu Yunchi.

~~Viral book call entry~~ Betrayed by your own sister was the most painful thing that could happen. Melissa King, a young girl who was the spotlight of her family was suddenly accused of theft and robbery. She was innocent but no one believed her, even her own mother didn't believe her. That was when she saw it, her own sister stared at him with nothing but happiness and it was then that everything changed. She spent years in prison after her case had been judge, only for her to be brought out of prison one day and met a lady there who told her that she could get out of this cell if she agrees to marry her son and get pregnant. But after the baby was born, she was to leave the country and never come back, these terms weren't said to her during the agreement but she had no choice. After 2 years, she was finally able to give birth to a set of twins but she didn't hand over the babies to them. She kept one for herself and gave the other to the father, she thought the man who got her pregnant would love her but she was wrong, everything at the beginning of the contract was fake and just a facade to make her feel loved. He annulled the contract without thinking twice and sent her away. Suddenly, it was revealed to the man that got her pregnant that she was his step sister? What did he do after this sudden revelation? Did he go after Melissa or let her leave again? Is this called incest or probably fate? Find out!. ~~Snippet~~ "What do you mean by you are annulling the contract? Three years isn't over yet" Melissa said as she gripped her baby closer to her, her face held unspoken words but Azrael just stared at her emotionless. "I don't care Melissa, I'm done with this whole marriage thing and I'm going back to the woman I truly love, so sign these divorce papers and get lost" Azrael said as Melissa sucked in a sharp breath, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "I'll sign the papers but I'm taking my baby with me" Melissa said as she earned a dark chuckle from Azrael. "Don't joke with me Melissa... I'm damn serious Azrael" Melissa was quick to cut him off but in a blink of an eyes, she was suddenly pinned to the wall with Azrael's hand wrapped around her neck, the baby in her arms soon started to bawl seeing his parents arguing. "I dare you Azrael, go ahead kill me". Happy reading babies

As the daughter of a mistress, Yuna did not live like a human even though she had the surname "Burgert". She was like a dog raised by her half-brothers who used her as a punching bag when they were in a bad mood. Beating and cursing were the most common means of bullying, and her half-brothers left many scars on her. On more than one occasion, Yuna had thought of death, but she never had the courage to kill herself until that day! Fire and gunshots broke out at the annual gathering of the Burgert family. Yuna, who had been beaten half to death, saw the man who held a gun like Satan. “Come on, I’m ready. Hurry up, sir,” Yuna said with a smile as she faced death. As the Mafia King, Andrew was undoubtedly the strongest! Advanced weapons, drugs, cigarettes, wine, and countless beautiful women were all toys in Andrew's hands. They were within his reach as the uncrowned king of the night. However, despite his arrogance he still had something that he could not obtain… When he learned that tonight was the annual family gathering of the Burgert family, Andrew ordered in a casual manner, "Tonight's hunt shall start from the Burgert family." "It's a warning to those stubborn old fogeys. It's the time for the young guns to rule. They should know their place now that they're old and irrelevant." Burgert was only a stumbling block in his path, but he had never imagined that he would actually see the girl whom he had been thinking about for five years lying in a pool of blood in the corner of the hall. "Glen, you have five minutes to get an ambulance here!" Andrew's panicked voice along with his sincere prayer in the emergency room made Glen realize that the arrogant King was just an ordinary person… When the indestructible King of Darkness had his weakness, who would be the winner of this war?

A man finds his soul trapped inside a medieval armor without a physical body in a fantastical world. How will he reclaim his freedom and ability to move? Or will he never do so? How will he survive? How will he live? What will he do? Follow his tale as he ventures within this enchanting and unfamiliar world with his new form, discovering his place and passion along the way. __________________________________________ English is not my language, so expect a low level in this regard, but I do my best to check and fix errors, so I hope you will help me by highlighting these errors in the comments in order to fix them and develop my language __________________________________________ To support and motivate me: =PayPal: https://paypal.me/anasfk405?country.x=MA&locale.x=ar_EG To support and motivate me and see advanced chapters: =Patreon: patreon.com/Peacefulvillager

"You hit your head, Delany. You hit it when you were six. You looked dead, probably why your brother left you alone." "I don't have a brother dad and you don't have a son." Thomas looked broken and his eyes started to water. "I have a son. He is 12 years older than you. He has black hair and hazel eyes. He looks just like your mom! Thomas's eyes watered. Your brother had been brainwashed by his luna bitch to take out her rival pack...and that was us, Delany. Your brother killed my wife and led the attack on our entire pack. They slaughtered everyone, women, children men they killed everyone!" "This is the lowest shit you could ever pull dad." "Just look for yourself. Like I said. you lost your memory. You woke up and couldn't remember anything except for me and your mom i thought it was blessing in disguise. it meant my baby girl didn't have to remember the mass genocide of her entire pack. I mean just look at the photobook. It's all their." I couldn't help watch my teary-eyed father break down. He pointed to a photo book on the table and I reluctantly picked it up. Of course, I wished there was some magical excuse for his shit but I knew this idea was absolutely absurd. Until I opened the photo book. My head suddenly spun and an inner voice told me to keep going. Going through the pictures was startling. There I was, running around with distant but familiar kids. I had grandparents, and they looked in love with me. And I had a brother! My dad was right, he looked like my mom. Actually, we looked a lot alike too. Memories of a past life flooded my mind. I'm from a pack of werewolves. A large and happy pack. And then my stomach dropped. My brother's wedding was a murder scene. I watched as my memories flooded back into me and I watched my loved ones being slaughtered by my brother's mates pack...on his command! My heart began to break as I watched my mother's sad eyes. She had amber color eyes. They were soft and loving and I watched as she was sliced apart by large wolves. Her eyes her distorted and bloody. She was gone. How could I ever forget? I fell to the floor in pain and a voice told me to hold it together. "I know how rough I've been on you but I needed a wolf. And I thought if I was rough, you would..." I had so much anger. I wanted to rip my brother apart. I wanted to slice that mate of his into a million pieces. "I know what you were thinking dad. You were thinking about uncle Peaty. You were thinking of how his anger changed him into his wolf at 10 years old. I wish I could have been a stronger daughter for your father. I wish I could have been there for you." I stood up with a sense of conviction. I finally understood it. My father had dealt with the over baring pain of the loss of his entire pack. As Alfa, the pain must be unimaginable. During the slaughtering, he felt each one of his pack members pain and fear. He would have felt each and every one of their deaths. The burden he felt, brought tears to my face. I couldn't help but run into the arms of the man I waited my whole life to get away from. "I missed you, dad! I'm so sorry." "I missed you too, baby girl! It's good to have you back!" This was like having a reunion with someone I hadn't seen in years and then it was interrupted. BANG. BANG. BANG...The front door flew wide open.

*Excerpt* The darkness surrounded the room. She felt the gun pointed towards her heart. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears. Unknowingly, her tears rolled down from her cheek. She wish she could just dissappear from that place. She just wanted to runaway from this demon. The ruthless one... "I don't want to see you crying, Princess." The stern voice echoed in her ears... the voice which she never wanted to hear. The voice which made her shiver to death. The voices which carry dark and deadly aura. How can she escape from this demon. She never wanted to be his love. Because, his love is more dangerous than his hate. She gathered all her courage and shouted, "I won't marry you... Do you hear me!" by saying this she pressed the trigger of the gun which he is holding.... BANG....! "Don't you dare...! Don't you dare to leave me again... Ayeza!" his anger exploded. His aura turned black. His eye's darkened with anger. "You can't imprison me with your love...Dylan!" by saying this she closed her eye's with bright smile. "Don't you dare to close your eyes otherwise I will burn this whole world... Do you hear me!" Dylan shouted pitch of his voice. ************************** Ayeza Azeez was an muslim girl with stern beauty but Innocent and pure. Who knows she will get the attention of a dangerous man, Dylan Dicaprio. He never got an interest in women. But, she is special. He can do anything to make her love him. Finally, he imprisoned her. He loves her. She is his everything. The demon who rules the world... his heart only ruled by her. How could he leave her? She became his obessession His possessiveness... His madness... His one and only love. What will happen now? Is cindrella going to surrender herself to this demon or she is escape from his clutches? Just be ready with popcorn to enjoy the story of ruthless king and innocent princess. Stay connected to know the full story...

Something had always kept the handsome Allarick Hemsworth at the edge with pretty Daisy. But never for once had it ever crossed her naive mind that the guy who took pleasure in watching her get humiliated in high school, had something more vicious cooking in the core of his mind from the day one in college. A year was all it took for Daisy's perception of a man to change in the worst way possible. The cloak shielding her from the world of darkness had been ripped ruthlessly by no other than Allarick himself. He had vowed to take her through the darkest tunnel of despair, with hands tied and eyes blinded from the truth of her actions printed on the walls of her nightmare. Being a man of spontaneous decisions, Allarick had it all easy... that is until his heart began to churn at the mockery of his tongue and the games of his hands. And something began stabbing his soul... There's only one rule when it comes to the game of love and hate: don't let your deeds get to you! But quite often it's learnt the hard way that no matter what, Torture Always Tortures The Torturer...