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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."

Ed is not from this world. Last he remembered, he had been on a quest to save someone's life, a debt he must repay. But he was deceived. stuck in a lace called the mist, a bridge between worlds, time and space its self, a place gods would not go, he must not only find his way home, he must find out who he is, that the entire universe aims to kill him. With past lives to uncover and companions that should not walk any world. Will he loose himself to the mist or become what he has forgotten? both roads lead to doom, but whose?

Every five decades, a human princess will be offered as a sacrifice to the bloodsuckers in exchange for protection from the other kingdoms ruled by various creatures of the dark. As the only princess of her generation, the FL has been chosen as the offering. However, she is more than unwilling, and understandably so. The royal family of the vampires is known to be cruel and sadistic. When she arrives, she plans to escape. Yet, her plans are quickly thwarted by the youngest vampire prince, who claims her as his own personal toy on her first night there.

She didn't want anything to do with another man in her life until she crossed paths with Sam Thompson, a handsome heart throb and an heir to a well known business man who's willing to take the chance and break all her walls introducing her to a whole new level of being loved. Freya thinks life will never give her a chance of being happy and she'll never find love but this time it comes at her door step. Life gives her a second chance at being happy and finding true love but she's too blind to see that. Her eyes are clouded by the tears of the things that have brought her down. But will she be able to see what life has given her or keep on making her past give her the reasons of being unhappy. After her breakup with her long time sweetheart , well what she tought and considered to be one while in reality it was the opposite of that . Her world falls apart but is later crumbled into dust when her mother is brutally murdered at her anniversary celebration. Later on they come for her . Will she see what's coming for her? Will she let Sam love her or keep dwelling in her past? (So near from getting all the answers to her questions but blinded by the past. )

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.

Would you give your sight... the very essence of that sense of yours...? So that never again would you be able to see again. For the simple ability to heal. Take upon the injuries of those you care for. As with a single touch. They shall be healed. Whether it be a broken limb... a bruise... or even a whole arm... nothing, not a single thing within your grasp will ever be broken. Yet when I opened my eyes... it was not the kaleidoscope of colors I knew the world as... nor the exuberant face of my sister. No, it was to this empty void. Filled only by my sense of touch. "Of course" There was no other answer that would satisfy my will. For this was my choice... and my choice alone. ... When the world was created... populated by species upon species of beings. Yet a drop here... a star that may have yet to burst. A small flap of some God's coat. For the world was given life. Life greater than others. For they could use magic. An ability so wondrous that many nations had been created and felled in the harrowed halls of libraries. Yet this ability was not equal, and neither was the strength of will. For it appeared within women, every man that was born... for every one of them, there was an equal thousand women. As for magic. A rare occurrence already, made even more rare by the gap. A change in dynamic. For there was not some great king... there was not one holy emperor. Or even a god. There was a queen... a holy empress.... a Goddess. For man's place was not on the battlefield but upon the soft ballrooms, kitchens laden with instruments of creation rather than destruction. Married into well families that cared for them like precious possessions.

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..

Volume 1 Eilor witnessed the end—how his companions fell one by one, corrupted, consumed by a terror impossible to face. Just before losing everything, he crossed a threshold: a space of light. A memory. A decision. Now he has awakened in the past, with all his memories, and a single conviction: to make sure history does not repeat itself.

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.