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Después de que Cheng Jiang transmigrara al Mundo de Cultivación, descubrió que no tenía talento para la cultivación, pero inesperadamente estaba dotado para hacer talismanes. …… Comprador: «Cheng, necesito algunos talismanes para autoprotegerme». Cheng Jiang: «Esta Técnica de Bola de Fuego es perfecta para ti». A pocos días después. Comprador: «Cheng, ¿hay algo que no está del todo bien con esta Técnica de Bola de Fuego?». Cheng Jiang: «¿Hubo fuego?». Comprador: «Efectivamente, se incendió». Cheng Jiang: «¿Y la bola?». Comprador: «Sí que la vi». Cheng Jiang: «¿Te protegió?». Comprador: «Me dejó al descubierto». Cheng Jiang: «???». Cheng Jiang: «Entonces te gustaría...». Comprador: «¡Quisiera comprar otros cien millones de ellos!». …… El libro también es conocido como «La Expansión de las Reglas de la Secta Comienza con los Talismanes que Dibujo», «Yo no Inicié el Mal Ambiente en el Mundo de Cultivación», «Transmigré y Luego me Vi Forzado a Defender mi Inocencia», «Se Suponía que Era una Técnica de Bola de Fuego, ¿Cómo es que en su Lugar es una Hoguera Ardiente?», «¿Quién Tiene Tiempo para el Amor Cuando se Dibujan Talismanes?».

Sally, a woman whose kindness knew no bounds, had met a tragic end. Helping an elderly woman cross the street, she was struck by a car, her face left a horrifying, unrecognizable mess. The accident stole more than just her beauty; it cost her her job, her loving boyfriend, and even the family of her aunt, who had previously embraced her as their own, cast her aside. Desperate to rebuild her life, she tried to find work, hiding her disfigured face, but her attempts were met with cruelty. Instead of compassion, she faced relentless criticism, brutal street beatings, and even stones thrown at her by those who saw her as monstrous. Alone and broken, she succumbed to the cold, harsh reality of her existence, dying a lonely death in the bitter winter. But death was not the end. She was transmigrated and occupied someone's body into a world called Myr, a land of magic and wonder. And with her, came an unexpected companion: Queen of Queens, a game she had played in her past life, a game now interwoven with her new reality. This game, a matriarchal world ruled by women, offered her a second chance, a path to redemption. By completing missions, gathering resources – especially the precious gold – she could recruit workers, troops, and powerful heroes, building her own kingdom, forging her own destiny, and escaping the harsh judgment she faced in her previous life. This time, she wouldn't be defined by her appearance, but by her strength, her resilience, and the kingdom she would build.

"Hey bro, look at that" "Who is she why is she hooded and facemasked, it's hot" "Tsk, just ignore that" "I bet she's ugly" "All right I bet she's beautiful" That's what I heard when I walked to the hallway of the school, they said everyone has a secret, it's up to us how we keep it or reveal it. But others say there is no secret that cannot be revealed. I have a secret that no one should know, only my parents know. My secret is ... P.S Names, characters, places, and events may be the work of the author's imagination or mere fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or local or human, living or dead, is purely coincidental. PLAGIARISM is a CRIME!

"Are you okay with the fact that you'll never be normal again?" ... "Do you promise to follow my orders, no matter how drastic they may seem?" ... "Are you okay with the fact that you may never see someone that you care about again?" ... "Will you devote yourself to the betterment of humanity?" ... "Alright. Last one. Do you promise to never betray me?" Three adventurers have been traveling across the world, in search for jobs to get themselves more money. It was just a normal day, when the town they were stopping by in was suddenly attacked by the most fearsome person in the world. God. That attack led those adventurers into a much different path than they had been expecting. One with action, excitement, fear, and heartbreak. But, where will their journey end up? Only time will tell....

" I asked a question! " The small individual shouted, taking everyone by suprise . " I-- I don't think thats - His eyes shifted from her body to look at his friend, features contorting in to a devilish anger, that wouldn't be able to leave his face easily. Striding over to his target, the short make looked up into his friends eyes, even with the height difference the elder was still scared... Knowing how angry he could get and the things he would do when angry made Yoon re-think his words completely... " I asked you a question, it's in your best interest to awnser me. " Taemin warned his friend - before he heard a throaty gulp reverberate in his friends throat. " She-- I don't know... I don't know think she'll make the night. "

El día que murió su padre, Sayuri Tachibana entendió dos cosas al mismo tiempo: que la familia que conocía nunca había sido completamente real, y que saber demasiado tiene un precio que no sabe como pagar. Todo a su alrededor se resume a mentiras. La persona en quien más confiaba le mintió. La que había ocupado el lugar que su madre dejó vacío, la que le enseñó que podía volver a confiar en alguien, resultó ser la grieta por donde entró todo lo demás. Ahora es testigo protegida. Tiene un apellido nuevo, un cabello que no reconoce del todo en el espejo, y un viñedo en Georgia que no sabe manejar. También tiene a alguien a su lado con un nombre que no es del todo el suyo y un pasado que cuenta por partes, y que tres meses atrás era la persona indicada para una vida perfecta. Mentiras y más mentiras. Ella no eligió nada de esto. Ni el lugar, ni lo que es ahora, ni siquiera lo quiere a él. Pero la vida que tenía ya no existe. Y esta, por ahora, es la única forma que tiene para sobrevivir.

Mi ex estaba en el altar. La novia, mi hermana menor. Y yo… era dama de honor. Hace solo dos meses me juraba amor eterno. Hoy la espera con flores en las manos y esa sonrisa que alguna vez fue mía. Según mis padres, no asistir habría sido aún más humillante que estar ahí, rota por dentro y con un vestido que no podía sostenerme. Lo que no sabía era que la fiesta tenía reservado algo más que miradas de lástima y brindis forzados. Un extraño con sonrisa arrogante interrumpió mi peor momento. Me salvó, sí… pero también se aseguró de que no pudiera olvidarlo. Y así empezó todo. Lo inesperado. Lo incómodo. Lo inevitable.

Athena loves her wife. She loves Maria’s smile and sculptor’s hands and tender dominance. She loves being Maria’s model, posing for the creation of art. She’s happy to stay right where Maria’s arranged her, taking pride and pleasure in remaining just so. And as she stays so perfectly still, her submission becomes more and more pleasurable -- and distracting.<br><br>But if Athena can wait without moving, she’ll earn her reward ... and find the sweetness of release in the art of surrender.

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!