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[The time-travelling heroine who never turns around when speaking vs. the aristocratic self-effacing hero who always gets slapped in the face and is reborn] Everyone said that sooner or later the second wife of the Shen family would be killed by the adopted daughter. The melon seeds and benches are all ready, just waiting to watch the show. Who knows—— Not only is he not dead, he is also getting better and better! The eldest son became a well-known miracle doctor; the second son became a general; the younger son was smart and well-read, and became the number one scholar at the age of fifteen… As for Shen Nian, that was even more remarkable. She is the legitimate daughter of the Duke of the country, and everyone dislikes her for living in the countryside. The boss of the apocalypse has traveled through time. He has strange powers, possesses three types of supernatural powers, and is extremely lucky. Her biological father is the Duke of Jian Zai’s heart, the leader of the Golden Scale Guard is a poor little boy she saved casually, and the bad old man who follows her is a weird doctor known to the world… – When they heard that Prince Xiao was leaving Zhongdu, the elite circle went crazy with joy. They prayed to gods and Buddhas in the hope that this man would die outside. But not only did he come back fine, he also brought a girl who was even more arrogant than him. Everyone laughed at Shen Nian for being a vulgar farm girl. The Holy One sneered, “…you call a person who makes a people rich, vulgar?” The prince chuckled, his eyes flashing with a ferocity that made people feel heartbroken. The next day, the person who gossiped behind his back either had his face ruined or his leg broken… Shen Nian stuck his head out to watch the show, “Tsk, I told you that you would be punished if you spread bad words about me, but you didn’t believe it. You should believe it now.” Xiao Shizi, who deeply concealed his merit and fame, nodded and smiled warmly and harmlessly, “…I think everyone believes it.” If they didn’t believe it, he could make them even worse.

(Novel is on Serbian but you can translate and read it!) P A R A S I T E is about group of people that try to survive infection of parasitic worms that once entered body changes it look and genes and make it agressive.Story is very big soo better read it!

Siempre que leía mangas o novelas sobre aventureros siendo expulsados del grupo del héroe legendario.... Siempre pensé... ¿Por qué desprecian, humillan y expulsan a una persona que en teoría y practica era útil? (Y a veces resulta que el expulsado era mas fuerte que el héroe o líder del grupo) Y para mi mismo decía, lo expulsaron por que lo "tenia corto" en forma de burla a esa premisa tan cliché y ridícula... Y pensé, que tal si escribo una historia con esa premisa tan cliché. Este es el resultado ojala lo disfruten! Pd: Es mi primera novela, es casi un ejercicio de escritura, pero en verdad le metí mucho amor

Falsely accused of rape at nineteen, a boy’s life is cut short by violence and betrayal. His death, steeped in helplessness and rage, should have ended there—until his soul is pulled into the depths of a forgotten cave, where an ancient totem waits. The totem was once powerless stone, but in the 19th century it was worshiped by a lust-obsessed heir who twisted wealth into an occult empire. Betrayed and killed in his own lair, his blood fed the idol, awakening it with sentience and hunger. His preserved body was left sealed within, waiting for a successor. Now, centuries later, that successor has arrived. Reborn in the 19th-century boy’s vessel, the protagonist becomes the new cult master. The totem binds him to survival: unless he feeds it sin, his soul will be consumed. To grow its power—and his own—he must cultivate a secret society of followers who live normal lives by day but bear hidden sigils at night, committing perverse and wicked acts as offerings. Their sins feed the totem, and in return, they earn “sin points” to buy unnatural blessings: youth, wealth, power, and more. The totem grants the boy two soul-forged weapons: Origin, a weapon that can take any form and devour souls, and Prison, the cult’s cave-bound reservoir of damned spirits. With them—and two chosen guardians bound from among his cultists—he wages war in the shadows. But the world beyond is not silent. Hidden cults, night creatures, and dark orders covet the totem’s power. Holy forces rise in opposition, some righteous, others corrupted by zeal. Trapped between light and dark, the boy must navigate a double life: an ordinary mask in society, and a feared master of sin in secret. Every choice pushes him further from humanity. To resist is to die. To submit is to become the monster that once destroyed countless lives. As the cult grows, so too does the totem’s voice—the echo of the original lustful boy, whispering temptations from within. In a world of hidden battles and forbidden desires, the protagonist walks a razor’s edge between survival, vengeance, and damnation.

I've been obsessed with HIM for as long as I could remember...He was my priority. Kristina Delarosa became obsessed with Ezio Bayek when she came across a private fan page in high school. As she likes to call him 'the man of her dreams'. He became the drug she couldn't stop taking. Posters, mugs, customized body pillows and also getting a job at his company. Nothing could stop her from getting where she wanted.

“I am going to break you. That’s the whole purpose of this exercise. From the moment the door inside that room closes, I am not going to be Mr. Nice Guy. I am going to do everything in my power to hear you scream, and I won’t stop until I hear you beg for mercy. Do you wish to proceed on that basis?” Today my name is Lois Reeves. I have an appointment with my new boss, James Leverett, this morning because my next assignment requires that I assassinate one of the biggest gangsters in the world. This is a suicide mission that is almost guaranteed to get me killed, but I have to accept it. To refuse would mean death - and not just mine. This guy who I'm about to kill is lining up everyone I hold dear, and preparing to take them out one by one. This is every assassin's worst nightmare, and this is the hell within which I now live.

After a forgotten one night stand, Joe Hudson got busy with his desire to join OSWALD, his dream company. Little did he know how his life will get entangled with his friend's boyfriend.

This story tells of a very shy and innocent girl named Angelina Spirina Santos who suddenly turns into a cruel and terrible psychopath. All of that happened because she got bullied from her friends every day. Because of that things makes Angelina become a psychopath. She has promised to kill her friends one by one, and she also has a grudge against her teacher who always accepts bribes from the parents of students at the school. Can Angelia's friends escape her deadly terror? Will Angelina be able to avenge all the revenge that has been kept by her all this time?

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!