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Su Mo, a late bloomer, was introverted and bad at socializing with strangers. He thought his life would stay pretty ordinary, but everything changed when he started playing the popular game Star Ring. He unexpectedly rediscovered the joys of life and set off on a journey to claim the throne.

In her past life, Lu Zhaozhao placed her trust in the wrong people, inadvertently causing the death of the man who deeply loved her. Reborn on the first day she met him, Lu Zhaozhao decisively dragged Song Si Nian to register their marriage. As she busied herself with dealing retribution and slapping faces, she had only one principle regarding her husband, who suffered from emotional expression disorder: to love him. What Lu Zhaozhao did not know was that she was Song Si Nian's only light. His illness made him paranoid and obsessive, yet he dared not reveal his true self to her. But the truth cannot remain hidden forever. When everything about him was laid bare before her, Song Si Nian held her tightly, tears reddening his eyes, and with a timid voice asked while buried in her neck, "Zhaozhao, do you not want me anymore?"

Dans sa vie antérieure, Lu Zhaozhao a fait confiance aux mauvaises personnes, causant involontairement la mort de l'homme qui l'aimait profondément. Renée le premier jour où elle l'a rencontré, Lu Zhaozhao a décisivement traîné Song Si Nian pour enregistrer leur mariage. Alors qu'elle s'affairait à rendre justice et à gifler des visages, elle n'avait qu'un seul principe concernant son mari, qui souffrait d'un trouble de l'expression émotionnelle : l'aimer. Ce que Lu Zhaozhao ne savait pas, c'était qu'elle était la seule lumière de Song Si Nian. Sa maladie le rendait paranoïaque et obsessionnel, mais il n'osait pas lui révéler sa vraie nature. Mais la vérité ne peut pas rester cachée pour toujours. Quand tout sur lui fut mis à nu devant elle, Song Si Nian la serra fort, les larmes rougissant ses yeux, et d'une voix timide lui demanda, le visage enfoui dans son cou : "Zhaozhao, ne veux-tu plus de moi ?"

In ihrem früheren Leben vertraute Lu Zhaozhao den falschen Menschen und verursachte unbeabsichtigt den Tod des Mannes, der sie tief liebte. Wiedergeboren am ersten Tag, an dem sie ihn traf, zog Lu Zhaozhao entschlossen Song Si Nian mit sich, um ihre Ehe zu registrieren. Während sie damit beschäftigt war, Vergeltung zu üben und Gesichter zu ohrfeigen, hatte sie nur ein Prinzip bezüglich ihres Ehemannes, der an einer Störung des emotionalen Ausdrucks litt: ihn zu lieben. Was Lu Zhaozhao nicht wusste, war, dass sie Song Si Nians einziges Licht war. Seine Krankheit machte ihn paranoid und besessen, doch er wagte es nicht, ihr sein wahres Ich zu offenbaren. Aber die Wahrheit kann nicht für immer verborgen bleiben. Als alles über ihn vor ihr offengelegt wurde, hielt Song Si Nian sie fest, Tränen röteten seine Augen, und mit zitternder Stimme fragte er, während er sein Gesicht in ihrem Nacken vergrub: "Zhaozhao, willst du mich nicht mehr?"

[Do add my new novel "MAFIA’S BETRAYED BRIDE" to your library"] .... She wants to seduce him and he wants to seduce her, who will win the war of seduction? ..... Jasmine Avans, a 24 year-old lady lost her contract to a guy popularly known as the Ice Prince. Acquiring the contract was a challenge given to her by her father. If she couldn't acquire the contract she would have to dissolve her company and join the family business. But if she managed to acquire it, she could save her company. Just to get the contract she lost, the renowned great seducer, Jasmine Avans, embarked on a mission to seduce the Ice Prince and get her contract back. In her series of attempts to seduce him she ended up falling into his trap. She would fall deeply in love with him just like he wanted. Jackson Smith, the only heir of Smith's International, was well known for his fine looks and cold attitude. Because of his cold attitude, people of the city gave him the title Ice Prince. The day he set his eyes on her, he had promised himself to make that strange woman his. After waiting for so long, the opportunity to get close to her finally arose, and so he vouched, "People say she is the great seducer, but I will seduce the great seducer and make her mine!" Just to realise his goal, Jackson snatched the important business contract from her. However, in the process of seducing her, he ended up being seduced over and over again. Who would win in the war of seduction? Could Jasmine save her company? Or would Jackson manage to make her his? Has anyone ever stopped to think about why this goddess became the renowned Great Seducer? ..... EXCERPT "No man has ever been able to resist my touch nor my beauty and elegance, do you have a problem with that, Mister?" Jasmine asked as she played with his chest with his hands. Jackson was so unlucky to have slightly unbuttoned his white shirt before her arrival. She seized that opportunity to tease his bare chest. Jackson just let her took liberty with him without rebuking her. If he had known that letting her touch him so intimately will later make him go through severe pains, he would have stopped her. "I am sure any part of his body she touches send thousands of electric charges down his spine. Will he be able to endure it and even though he can endure those electrifying sensations her hand is doing to his system, for how long will he be able to endure it?" Jeff asked. The way he talked showed that he felt bad for the helpless Jackson. "Even though he can endure it, I bet he won't be able to endure it for more than two minutes. Just watch and see," Steve said smiling mischievously. Goddamn it! Why did I have to challenge her when I was just standing so close to her? I am gonna lose control of myself if she doesn't stop now. Jackson who was now very aroused thought gritting his teeth. (WARNING: MATURED CONTENT)

Night fell, and the tavern gradually became lively. Adventurers were bragging about their recent spoils, the female servers danced like butterflies among the tables, and the bard in the corner played his lute, singing a sultry ditty. At that moment, the tavern door was pushed open, and a burly adventurer walked in from the darkness. "Hey, isn't that the 'Feeder' Bartlett?" someone recognized the newcomer. "He's long stopped being the 'Feeder.' He's now 'Undead Enemy,' 'Devil Slayer,' 'Mage Ally,' 'Crystal Wall Guardian,' and 'Legendary Adventurer' Bartlett!" someone rebutted loudly. "Bartlett, tell us one of your stories." The man named Bartlett took a hearty swig of rye wheat beer, and as the crowd's expectant eyes fell upon him, he began, "It was a bright afternoon, and I was riding a horse, preparing to go to..."

Su Mo, un retardataire, était introverti et peu doué pour socialiser avec des inconnus. Il pensait que sa vie resterait assez ordinaire, mais tout a changé lorsqu'il a commencé à jouer au jeu populaire Anneau d'Étoile. Il a redécouvert de façon inattendue les joies de la vie et s'est lancé dans un voyage pour réclamer le trône.

Segala kesempurnaan yang dirasakan sekarang ini, hanya itu saja yang dapat dilihat oleh kebanyakan orang. Tanpa tahu kenyataan dibalik topeng kesempurnaan tersebut. Itulah yang dirasaka oleh Valerie Hala Diatmika dan Nararya Adhi Julian. Dua orang yang dipandang sebagai makhluk tuhan paling sempurna, tidak memiliki kekurangan sedikitpun. Setidaknya itulah yang banyak terlihat, tetapi pada kenyataannya mereka berdua sama-sama mencari jalan menggapai misi rahasianya untuk membuang segala keterpurukannya dibalik topeng palsu mereka dan mencari arti kebahagiaan yang sesungguhnya.

[WARNING: The book contains scenes of an erotic nature, and focuses on romance and erotica in general] P.S: There are character illustrations in the discord channel: VNqSfqm4nq or 8MH8AyNBvC or e6ekVKyzrS P.S 2: The cover art is not mine, if you have any questions regarding copyright please contact me directly. Thank you The cultivation world has always been cruel. Those who are weak will never be able to reach a new level and see the next day. Xie Qing was a youth from a wealthy family, merely the third son. He had a very ordinary talent, but unwilling to tarnish the family's reputation, his father sent him to one of the less influential but still good sects - the sect of the Heavenly Sword. Upon entering the sect, Xie Qing stunned everyone - not with his talent, but with his appearance, as if it had descended from the heavens. Fellow disciples and even elders wanted to use him for their purposes. However, one person surpassed them all - Elder Xu. Taking him as her disciple, she made Xie Qing assist her in daily life, and this continued until, during a massage, the youth saw a text in front of him. [The system has been activated!] [Your first mission...] [Seduce the master!]

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family. But fate doesn't follow orders. Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything. A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness. She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist. But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed.  She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing. They told her different names. A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.” Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.” A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.” Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?” The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul. Lara Norse Kromwel. Daughter of General Odin Norse. Empress of the First Empire. But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty. “This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!"