astarion staring

hey my name is Kael Astorion Reinhardt.. So... I died. Yep. Real heroic. Real tragic. Saved someone. Got betrayed. Ten out of ten. Would not recommend. Now I’m reborn into a noble family I don’t remember joining, with a system that has the personality of a vending machine during a power outage. And the best part? I'm somehow engaged to multiple noble girls because of family oaths made before I could even walk. But hey—don’t overthink it. That’s my job. Yours is to read. I could explain more, but where’s the fun in that? Just open Chapter One. Laugh. Cry. Panic slightly. Then wonder why you’re addicted. Seriously. Stop reading the synopsis. Go read the book. Trust me—I live here now...... .... ....

Note: There will be some Adult rated chapters throughout this book. The focus isn't on these chapters but do understand this book has some Harem tendencies. ********* Uploads will be once or twice a weekday length of the chapter permitting and once on the weekend if time allows. Everyone is a critic so please give me your opinion. Thank you!! ********* Alistair was like any other 24 year old, except he wasnt. He had an unknown lineage and a tough time growing up. As far as he was concerned, his life started when he enlisted into the military. His military career was full of grousome battles where he saved countless lives and lost even more. After he got out he felt like a husk. It was a year before he could say he was turning around. He gained a beautiful roommate and even had a steady job at the local college. His life had started to turn around. Until the night he was engulfed in purple flames. A shadow had appeared in his house and changed Alistair's life. Now having what seems to be an unlimited power from an unknown origin and the start of a harém, Alistair's life was starting all over again.

So picture this— You’re skinny, kinda nerdy, and your only real skill is... crafting chairs. Not exactly hero material, right? Your family agrees. They tell you you’re useless, toss you out like expired cheese, and boom—now you’re alone in the woods with no food, no money, and probably an allergy to bark. Naturally, you walk into a random cave (because bad decisions build character), find a glowing ring, a crusty old hoe, and then—ding!—congrats, you’ve unlocked the most busted farming system in the multiverse. Welcome to your new life: farming with an overpowered hoe that can grow anything. Like... literally anything. Want sword trees? Chaos berries? Fire-breathing potatoes? You got it. And oh, there's a secret world you can plant in. No people. Just monsters, dragons, mystery chickens, and land that goes on forever. Our guy? He has no idea what he’s doing. But that’s what makes it fun. He’s gonna grow crops, build kingdoms, make friends with vampires, and maybe accidentally start a few wars—with vegetables. This isn’t your average “chosen one” story. This is the saga of a man, a hoe, and enough dirt to make God nervous. Ready to dive in? Good. Just don’t blame me when you start wishing your garden could shoot lasers

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Fake dating was her last resort to survive college. But for Solomon Day, it was just another "tedious task" to add to his list. In a world that constantly hurts her, can a boy who's always tired be the one to finally stand up? Artemis Silva is no stranger to chaos-from the brokenness of her home to the cruel hallways of the university. But when the torment from the bullies becomes too much to bear, she makes a desperate move: she asks the school's most lethargic genius, Solomon Day, to be her fake boyfriend. The catch? She has to be his personal assistant. As Artemis transcribes Solomon's essays and handles his chores, she begins to discover there is a hidden depth behind his perpetual exhaustion. It started as a simple deal for protection, but why does falling for a boy who's always asleep feel more dangerous than facing her bullies?

''You weren't too bad. You even managed to ruin my hair after all.''

Ninety percent of the stories are adapted from real experiences.

I have a younger sister. I can do anything for her. I can walk in the darkness, but she must bloom in the sun. But one day, my sister died. When she died, she still held a photo of a man in her hand. Very well. Now all the meaning of my remaining life is to make this person live in hell forever.

A collection of stories, about the ones we can't see but they can see us...

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"