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Having opened his eyes once more, Chu Zheng found the world turned upside down. He had transformed from a Cultural Relic Restorer into a household slave. At the same time, a new feature had emerged within his body: a Repair Panel that refreshed daily, enabling his skills to continuously advance. 【Incomplete Mantra (repairable)】→【Great Circulatory Breathing Guideline】 【Ruined Temple Remnant (repairable)】→【Ancestral Dao Golden Body】 【Damaged Spirit Root (repairable)】→【Superior Quality Immortal Bone】 ………… In an era of cultivating truth, heroes compete fiercely, and prodigies rise together. From ancient times, sages and wise men were buried by the sands of time; a lifetime of glory or disgrace turned to naught in a blink, and only a few names are recorded in the annals of history. Having lived this life a second time, Chu Zheng did not seek the arts of immortality, but merely wished to have his name remembered by future generations.

Su Qinglan estava sentada de pernas cruzadas na grama, segurando o filhote de tigre mais gordinho que ela já tinha visto. "Aww... Olhe só para você", ela sussurrou, tocando seu narizinho. "Tão fofo que eu poderia te devorar..." Uma sombra repentina pairou sobre ela. "O que há de tão bom nesse filhote fedorento?" perguntou uma voz profunda e divertida. Ela piscou os olhos... e congelou. Erguendo-se acima dela estava um alto homem-fera tigre, seus olhos dourados estreitados em um sorriso preguiçoso e predatório. "Vamos ter o nosso", ele disse. O cérebro de Su Qinglan entrou em curto-circuito. ... Nosso? NOSSO?! Antes que ela pudesse processar, no momento seguinte foi içada sobre o ombro largo dele como um saco de grãos e carregada diretamente para a caverna. Su Qinglan ficou tão sufocada com a rapidez de tudo aquilo... que esqueceu até mesmo de reclamar. *** Os joelhos de Su Qinglan batiam um contra o outro enquanto ela olhava fixamente para a enorme serpente. Seus olhos vermelhos e frios se estreitaram, o movimento de sua língua provando o ar entre eles. "N-Não me coma", ela gaguejou, abraçando a si mesma. "Eu... eu não sou saborosa... sério, sou dura e cheia de... hm... colesterol ruim." A cabeça da cobra abaixou até ficar a centímetros de seu rosto. Suas orelhas de raposa tremeram freneticamente. E então, antes que ela pudesse piscar... seu corpo enorme cintilou, escamas transformando-se em pele bronzeada e músculos definidos. Diante dela estava um homem tão incrivelmente bonito que os pobres olhos de raposa de Su Qinglan lacrimejaram só de olhar para ele. Su Qinglan engoliu em seco, seu rabo ficando todo arrepiado em pânico. "Eu... eu..." Sua voz falhou. Okay, novo problema... a cobra é gostosa. Ela apertou os olhos fechados. "Se você... se você realmente quiser..." Ela soltou, com o rosto ardendo, "...v-você pode... me pegar." *** Em um momento, Su Qinglan estava lutando com todas as suas forças contra o rei zumbi. Boom! No momento seguinte, ela acordou em um bizarro mundo das bestas... dentro do corpo de uma tirana local preguiçosa, mimada e gorda que todos odiavam. A Su Qinglan "original" tinha sido uma vilã arrogante e manipuladora que passava seus dias intimidando mulheres-fera mais fracas, perseguindo machos bonitos e aterrorizando as crianças da tribo. Agora, graças ao senso de humor distorcido do destino, Qinglan havia herdado o corpo e a má reputação. Mas, sinceramente? Ser gorda em um mundo das bestas ainda era melhor do que passar fome no apocalipse. Pelo menos aqui, ela podia comer. O único problema? Neste mundo, os homens não eram apenas homens, eram homens-fera. Altos, fortes, perigosos... E aparentemente, esperava-se que cada mulher-fera tivesse vários maridos. O problema? As palhaçadas da Qinglan "original" haviam espantado todos os machos decentes num raio de dezesseis quilômetros. Armada com seus instintos de sobrevivência apocalíptica, uma língua afiada e um misterioso sistema que de repente se ativou... "Vinculando com a hospedeira..." "Parabéns, hospedeira, por chegar com sucesso ao mundo das bestas." Qinglan decidiu que não iria chorar sobre o destino. Se ela tivesse que viver aqui, então viveria grande, literalmente.

"Specialize in all kinds of magic tools, treasure tools, spiritual tools, and Taoist tools. As long as you can produce them... I will even make immortal tools for you to see!!" When playing a virtual game, Lin Feng traveled through another world with a secondary professional skill he had just learned. In this world of cultivation with countless strong people, what kind of magnificent and wonderful life can a small casual cultivator who has obtained a supernatural skill create?

Este livro contém alto teor de conteúdo sexual, não é para leitores menores de 18 anos. "Abra bem essas pernas para mim, princesa. Quero ver esse seu buraco suculento. Quero chupar essa buceta pingando e quero te foder com força até você não sentir mais as suas pernas. " Presa na teia da insatisfação, eu sempre pensei que tinha um problema em ser sexualmente satisfeita, até que conheci o homem para quem eu nunca deveria pensar em gemer — ele é meu padrasto, o Sr. Ignazio Vecenzo Thompson. Uma máquina de sexo que sabia como agradar meu corpo e quando exatamente parar. Eu tinha muitos planos para o dia e nenhum deles incluía gemer para o homem que eu deveria chamar de pai. Depois de esbarrar nele com seu pau milagroso deslizando para dentro e para fora de sua mão, me vi desejando tê-lo por apenas um dia. No entanto, minha mente viajou para a ideia de tê-lo para sempre quando seus dedos ágeis encontraram meu clitóris, arrancando gemidos da minha garganta como ninguém jamais havia feito. Com as barreiras caindo prazerosamente, eu me vi gemendo para ele todos os dias, obedecendo ao seu comando sexual, sendo a boa menina do Papai e não desejando nada além de tê-lo enterrado fundo dentro de mim. Navegando por tantos obstáculos, percebi que meu desejo por ele havia se transformado em amor, e eu estava determinada a mantê-lo, mesmo que isso significasse ir contra o mundo inteiro. No entanto, ele não era o bom homem por quem me apaixonei — ele era o monstro que eu nunca soube que existia. Uma máquina de matar e um homem com tantos lados sombrios, e ainda assim, eu o desejo mais intensamente do que qualquer outro.

Kit and Kat are childhood friends growing up in the United States of Arizona, a state not historically known for embracing other cultures. Will their friendship survive? Or will Kit be pulled back into his white washed world while Kat gets pulled into her safety by numbers Latino neighborhood.

Someone -- or something -- is causing magical blizzards at Fairleigh Hall. The estate is suffering, and the Earl has requested assistance.<br><br>Constable Kit Thompson, of Bow Street’s Preternatural Division, isn’t especially thrilled to be sent out to the country. At least the assignment gets him away from fashionable London society and his own unwanted celebrity after successfully solving a notorious case. Of course, he’s now trapped at a country estate due to closed roads, snowstorms, and magic, but Kit’s always liked solving puzzles. He’s good at using empathic skills for investigations, and this is definitely a challenge. Besides, the Earl’s younger brother is an irritating and delicious temptation, all blue eyes and muscles and boundless enthusiastic optimism. Kit wants to either shake sense into him or kiss him senseless -- and can’t trust him, either, because if someone’s genuinely sabotaging the weather, everyone’s a suspect.<br><br>Harry Arden, younger brother of the Earl of Fairleigh, has never met a Preternatural Division constable before, much less a famous and celebrated one. He wants to help. And he wants to make that attractive but cynical constable smile, at least once. But the estate hides a family secret, and Harry knows perfectly well Kit doesn’t trust him ... and for good reason. Still, Harry offers to do what he can to assist with the investigation, and if that means spending more time with Kit, that’s a bonus. <br><br>When Harry and Kit end up caught by those magical storms, snowed in together at the old hunting lodge, they’ll have to trust each other with their secrets ... and their hearts.

Adrian Voss repairs relics no licensed artificer will touch. Born with a blank Soul Core, he has spent his life beneath Blackglass City fixing broken tools for people who can afford neither permits nor miracles. His workshop is failing, his debts are growing, and the Church considers his entire profession illegal. Then Aveline Rooke crashes through his door carrying a shattered holy sword. She was once the Church’s First Paladin. Now her Soul Core is broken, a divine command seal is rewriting her memories, and the Church’s recovery team is less than twelve hours away. When Adrian touches the hidden damage beneath the sword, a forbidden interface awakens: [Restoration Authority acquired.] [Target can be restored.] [Consent required.] Adrian can repair weapons, bloodlines, dungeons, and eventually the laws that govern the world. Every restoration may create a covenant—one built on separate choices, negotiated boundaries, shared danger, and trust that can be withdrawn. But restoration is not free. Fracture Debt transfers pain and damage into Adrian’s body. Divine attention rises with every impossible repair. And the Seven Proprietors do not forgive anyone who treats human beings as more than property. As Aveline, Tamsin, and Mirelle reclaim their own power, Adrian must build more than a team. He must navigate stolen glances, competing claims on his time, private moments that can be stopped at any breath, and a sanctuary where desire is chosen, loyalty is tested, and nobody is owned by the person who saved them. The gods discarded them as failures. Adrian intends to repair them—and make the gods pay the debt.

Leo Varr was the lowest worker in the Royal Magic Academy, a garbage boy with a fractured mana core, forced to burn failed scrolls, cracked staffs, dead puppets, and cursed magical trash before they exploded. To noble wizards, those broken things were useless. To Leo, they were survival. Then one night, a ruined spell ring cut his hand, and a strange system awakened. [Trash Repair System activated.] From that moment, every broken artifact revealed its hidden value. Every cracked staff became a weapon. Every dead puppet became a worker. Every battlefield became free inventory. The nobles laughed when Leo picked through their trash. They did not know he was repairing their discarded magic into something stronger than anything they could buy. But when Leo finds a shattered crown buried beneath the academy disposal pit, the system gives its first warning: [Forbidden item detected.] [Repairing this will alert the entire kingdom.] [Do you wish to continue?]

In a city divided by power and rebellion, the streets are dangerous. What started off as a peaceful protest against the absurd traffic laws became a full on revolution. Now, rebellion is the norm. The cops stopped enforcing justice they started enforcing fear into the rebels. Raised during this chaos a new generation of riders rose. they don't know what life was like before the fight all they know is rebellion. United under a masked symbol these kids have never seen, these young rebels ride not just to survive, but to bring back what this city lost. In this story, don't ask who? ask why?.

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.