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[300 Golden tickets= 5 Bonus chapters] [100 Golden tickets= 2 Bonus chapters] [400 Power stones= 5 Bonus chapters] [200 Power stones= 2 Bonus chapters] I'll try to do the total bonus chapters before the end of week... but I can't make any promises ______ Yohan wakes up ten years in the past, back when he still lived with his uncle and hadn’t yet lost his parents’ massage parlour. With a strange book filled with wellness techniques in his hands, he decides to live differently this time—more aware, more purposeful, and maybe even more fulfilled. “Missed opportunity is tomorrow’s regret.”

[300 tickets d'or = 5 chapitres bonus] [100 tickets d'or = 2 chapitres bonus] [400 Power stones = 5 chapitres bonus] [200 Power stones = 2 chapitres bonus] Je vais essayer de faire tous les chapitres bonus avant la fin de la semaine... mais je ne peux rien promettre ______ Yohan se réveille dix ans dans le passé, à l'époque où il vivait encore avec son oncle et n'avait pas encore perdu le salon de massage de ses parents. Avec un étrange livre rempli de techniques de bien-être entre les mains, il décide de vivre différemment cette fois—plus conscient, plus déterminé, et peut-être même plus épanoui. "Une opportunité manquée est le regret de demain."

In the world known as Akhalor, where monsters, humans, and fantastical beasts reside. But not in harmony. So long as no one crosses any boundaries, the fate of the races would be considered peaceful. One such case would be the 6 kingdoms that housed 6 different races. After a major war, the Kings of these kingdoms proposed a treaty. A division of the areas via large castle walls, 5 kingdoms surrounding the largest kingdom of Dragoon, a land filled with Dragonoid beings. This tale starts with a singular being who resides in the Kingdom of Dragoons, otherwise known as Valokia…

Dear Readers... I hope you can help me. Some time ago I made a novel story for the first time, thinking this is one shortcut to add my finances so that I can go to college to get a bachelor's degree completed but I lost with popularity no one bought my novel chapter. Although this novel is not very good but I will come back again.

I was reincarnated... I didn't expect it. When I died, I really was reincarnated. Happy? No, not at all. It was just nonsense I didn't want to get involved in, and I really just wanted to end this nonsense right away. But, surprisingly, my wife also reincarnated with me. That changes everything: I must live and, more importantly, keep her alive. I won't make the same mistake twice. No matter what I have to do... I'll do it. I never imagined that would involve running a massage parlor that, for some reason, keeps attracting dissatisfied wives, women with marital problems. I don't know what kind of bizarre luck hangs over us, but that doesn't change what I have to do. No matter who or what I have to use to achieve it: my wife and I will survive. We will survive whatever this world, or the unknown beings that inhabit it, has in store for us. That is absolute. #Harem #Romance #Comedy #Yandere#MILFs #Doppelganger#Incest #GroupActio#Oyakodon#Elves #MonsterGirls #Kemonomimi#Demons #Dragons, Priestesses,#and much more..

If the world has millions of virgins, I am one of them. If the world has ten virgins, I am one of them. If the world has only one virgin, then that’s me. And if the world has no virgins left, it must mean I’m no longer on Earth. That pretty much sums me up. My luck with women was so pathetic that even on my 25th, I hadn’t held a woman’s hand. Well, except my mom’s. And even that ended when my parents died in an accident and left me alone. But by some twist of fate, I ended up meeting a goddess and was chosen to be her Saint. And not just any Saint, but a Saint whose mission was to spread my seeds- ahem, to spread a teaching of the concept of freedom to love and lust. “Yes, my time has finally come!” That was my first thought. Until I realized I had been sent to a kingdom with strict laws, a conservative society, and a population devoted to the orthodox Church. If I weren’t careful, I likely would end up burned at the stake before I could enjoy any fruits of my labor. Now I had to worry about getting found out by husbands whose wives I bedded, boyfriends whose girlfriends I stole, clergymen whose priestesses I seduced.

In 20XX, Kyoto's Hanami festival takes a terrifying turn when the "Sacred Sakura" erupts with supernatural light, opening a vortex to a world teeming with yokai. This unstable portal chaotically connects both worlds, forcing Japan to adapt to the existence of yokai and the magic seeping into their reality. When his younger sister is dragged through the vortex, a young man must face his fears and venture into the unknown to save her. I will be posting this story on Royal Road and other platforms... Apoyame en Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/c/estebangarofano/membership

Haruki Sato’s plan for a quiet Highschool life withers the moment he catches a stray beret on the Cherry Blossom Bridge. This simple act of kindness sparks an unintended romantic rivalry between a sweet girl he met at the first day, a childhood friend, the most smart girl in the school and a delinquent girl from his middle school. In this harem life of Haruki who will he choose at last to be his life partner

A trace of expensive essential oil lingers in the air—delicate, exclusive, intoxicating. Her fingers are trembling against my back. I know those hands. In another life, the woman attached to them, Ye Miyue, the untouchable Ice Queen of our academy, was shredded by an S-class Calamity Beast in exactly three hours. Now she whispers it's her first time, her face flushed crimson. "I... I can't go on." But I didn't crawl back from death just to let the clock run out. Wang Xian died an 8th Realm Half-Step War God, buying seconds for civilians with his final breath. He wakes up seventeen, his cheat not a glowing screen—but a combat soul forged in apocalypse. Every peak-tier technique, every strategic instinct from humanity's last stand, now crammed into a teenage body. Top of his regret list? Ye Miyue—the lonely goddess he never knew, currently at his mercy, exhausted and blushing on his table. "Keep going" isn't teasing. It's a declaration of war on fate. One extended session buys time to rebuild his dojo, accelerate his cultivation, and become the wall that saves them all. But a chill creeps down his spine: something about this timeline feels wrong, twisted—as if someone else who remembers the future is already making their move. Campus Goddess, Unraveled Cold to the world, reduced to a blushing mess under your hands. Her descent from untouchable icon to devoted confidante begins with a trembling whisper. Rewriting Death, One Session at a Time Every preventable tragedy becomes a domino. Extending her massage is the first intimate push that topples a city's bloody fate. War God in a Teen Body No weakling arc. No slow grind. You bring a sealed arsenal of apocalyptic combat mastery—explosive growth, instant domination. Flirting With a Countdown "Add more time" is a race against the S-Rank Beast tearing toward the city. Every touch is borrowed seconds against annihilation. Pseudo-Harem, Real Tension The ice queen is step one. A childhood tsundere, second-chance allies, and more orbit your rising power. Emotional rescue blurs into irresistible desire. You're Not the Only One Who Returned Other shadows from the future are moving. The path to supremacy is now a chess game of pre-knowledge—and your opponents remember everything, too.

1st book of the Myths Series. Sakura has lived for a very long time. Each day has been the same routine. Every day, she stays in hiding. Saving the world from itself without anybody knowing. Thinking life would never change, she never expected to come across her mate. When you find the person who is supposed to love you like you're their life, you're supposed to be happy. But how can she be happy knowing she can't tell him who she is or what she is. You can't build a castle on sand, and you can't build a relationship based on lies. Both are bound to crumble. DISCLAIMER!!! NONE OF THE PICTURES OR SONGS ARE MINE! FULL CREDIT TO THE CREATORS! book cover source - Wallpaper Cave