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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."

An undead Rabbit, a robot in his head, a guy with vines, a bird girl and a nervous wreck of a centipede? Why do I have to write about them? Huh? I get to be in the story? Uhm... Hey, you. Read Rabbit's Foot. Featuring The best Character ever written in the world: Ra- I mean, This story is pretty 'great'. What do you mean "write a plot summary"? I think I did pretty good. Okay, okay. It's about this guy and he collects hearts. there. Done. Huh? Oh yeah, this book is pretty mediocre, so don't expect much. Buuut Fanservice, right? Wait, was I not supposed to say that? Then tell me that before I say it! Mollia, you frustrate me. What's a good way to get people to read this... Oh, we've got lgbtq+ representation! Yeah. Beat that... Huh? That doesn't automatically make something good? Then... Then why did I write this? Because I had nothing else to do? Fair... I should have done a harem... Rabbit's Foot part 40: Harem Hare. Boom. I'll sell millions. Do harems even sell still? ...You don't know either, do you? I knew you didn't know everything. Ha, in your face... What? I am not- Mollia, I swear if you... Okay, since I'm not allowed to ramble on anymore, I should now mention that I have this thing called a disconnect. Huh? Discord? I don't care how it's spelt! Hang on... Okay, the link is this; https://discord.gg/nW6CfvDe ______________________________________________________________________ (Non Canon Now (yay)) A Chain loving Demon, a Size altering dragon, a Bio weapon with a mimic for a scarf and the Four Horsemen? Huh? I'm not in this part? What, I'm only a cameo appearance!? Oh screw this, I wanna speak to my manager. Huh? I'll get kicked out if I don't do this thing? Fine... Hey you, Reader. It's me, the best character from the last part. I'm sure you're wondering "Rat, why O why aren't you in this part?" Then read Heartbreak Hero first, dummy. But Anyway, the story ain't finished. Not until I deem it is, anyway. This is Rabbit's Foot: Devilish Deals. The one were Panila finally learns to- Huh? That's a spoiler? Are they even gonna read that far? To be fair- Mollia, just let me speak! Fine, fine. Feel free to read, or not. I don't care. At this point it's to stop the madness of- I can't even talk about that? See, look at the witty banter I have with myself. I truly am the next Lenard Divinski. Huh? The guy's a painter? I... I said it wrong? Well whatever one starred in the Matrix movies. I'm the next guy in the Matrix. Well, rat-girl. But hey-ho. Oh yeah, we reached 100 chapters a bit ago... That's it. Hey, can I spoil my entire story in this? Wait I can just do that? Oh hells yeah. Alright, so #### gets with ##### at the end... Did you really censor me? I can't have anything... I'm not just a cameo... I'm more than you. Two Becomes One | One Was Two ___________________________________ [So long awaited update for the series... I'm done with Devilish Deals. Well, this version at least. Much like every good comic book that sinks below expectation after awhile, it's time for a.... wait for it... Reboot (yay). But yeah, Rabbit's foot: Devilish deals is a done deal. Hehe. Well, not exactly done. So basically a Sequel. Because It's pretty obvious a fumbled this fifty or so chapters. So thanks for the support on Heartbreak Hero and hopefully see you at the next book!]

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.

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..

aku.. wanita dengan ukuran kaki yang sangat besar.., sungguh merepotkan untuk mencari sepatu wanita dengan ukuran ku, semua hanyalan untuk memakai sepatu cantik dan imut.. semua hanya sekedar hanyalan. aku hanya bisa menggunakan sepatu pria. dan.. karena ukuran kaki nya yang besar.. hal tak terduga pun terjadi, Eline..tanpa sengaja menggunakan sepatu yang salah, sepatu Eline tertukar dengan seorang pria yang ia tidak ketahui di sebuah pemandian air panas.. sial nya di dalam sol sepatu tersebut tersembunyi surat yang di berikan oleh seorang lelaki yang ia sukai yang bahkan ia belum membaca nya. ia harus menyembunyikan surat tersebut untuk menghindari para kepowers , apa yang harus ia lakukan sekarang? dan apa isi surat tersebut? ayo ikuti terus cerita komedi romantis ini

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Full Title:- I was dispatched to a military outpost—but it lay within a forbidden women-only empire where no man could set foot. On my first day, while crossing its scorching desert, I was abducted by a stunning black scorpion lady. _________________________________ One day, I punched my senior officer—and that single mistake changed everything. As punishment, I was reassigned to the Auxiliary Support Division, specifically the All-Female Omega Base, codenamed Eden’s Vault. I almost refused the order, until my commander warned me that the alternative was the Tower of Nightmare. So I chose Eden’s Vault. They say no man is allowed there. Those who enter… only twenty percent ever return. And the ones who do are either discharged, traumatized, or left rocking in a corner, mumbling about “too many.” When I arrived, I thought the rumors were exaggerated—until I was kidnapped on my very first day by a massive black scorpion. When I came to, I found myself staring into the eyes of a woman so impossibly beautiful it felt unreal. That’s when I realized Eden’s Vault was nothing like I’d imagined—and that I might never leave it the same. --------------------------- AN:  This is just a feel-good story. It’s not plot-driven but centered around warmth and emotion, so please read it with an open mind. I wrote it because I wanted to feel that spark of beautiful love, to see my introverted character experience and create gentle, meaningful memories. If you enjoy it, thank you. There will be some mistakes, so please point them out and I’ll correct them. Also as this isn’t the main story, so new chapters might come out a bit late. """""""""""""""""""""""""""""''

He disappeared to escape the noise. Then a message brought him back to the silence. When David walks away from everything — his city, his friends, even Mavia, the boy who once made life feel bearable — he believes he's saving them all from his slow collapse. But weeks after cutting all ties, he receives a message in the dead of night: > “He said, ‘I will die.’ And then he did.” Mavia is gone. The cause? Suicide. The last words? > “Tell David he was right.” David returns to a past he tried to bury and finds only pieces — a grieving sister, a final letter, and a notebook filled with things Mavia never said aloud. But as David starts uncovering what Mavia truly felt — and what he was really running from — he realizes this story isn't just about death. It’s about what we leave unsaid. It’s about what it means to be seen. And sometimes, the most powerful confessions… are the ones we never send. A quiet, devastatingly emotional journey of grief, guilt, and healing — where love exists in memory, silence holds the deepest truths, and one message can rewrite everything.

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.