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Trasmigrato in un mondo diverso dove le Bestie Guardiane regnano sovrane, Gu Xing dovrebbe essere il prescelto invidiato da tutti! La prima Bestia Guardiana che evoca si rivela essere una rara Succube di Livello Epico! Tuttavia, proprio quando tutti gli occhi sono puntati su di lui, questa Succube lo tradisce in pubblico. "Maestro, lui sta offrendo troppo!" Poi si volge all'abbraccio di un ricco erede, lasciando dietro di sé una scena piena di scherno. Eppure nessuno sapeva che Gu Xing ha risvegliato un sistema che poteva vedere attraverso tutti i percorsi di addestramento delle Bestie Guardiane! Tra le risate della folla, stringe un contratto con un Angelo considerato "storpio". Dopo aver usato materiali per guarire le sue ferite, l'Angelo si riprende completamente... Oro... Talento Leggendario!

Julia was Marco's childhood friend. After discovering my fatal childhood allergy to a rare shellfish extract, she slipped it into my seafood risotto. The moment I swallowed, a burning tightness seized my throat. My breathing grew ragged as the allergic reaction tore through me, every nerve screaming. In a panic, I reached for the life-saving epinephrine in my handbag—a special auto-injector my father had prepared for me years ago, just in case. But the medication inside had been replaced with a useless saline solution. The color drained from my face, and all strength fled my body. I collapsed, clutching desperately at my fiancé Marco’s leg. "Please—I'm having a reaction. That shellfish extract… you have to help me—" Marco hesitated. But Julia just crossed her arms and purred. "Marco, your fiancée is such a drama queen. It's just risotto. I've been around this family for years; no one reacts to a meal like that." The other family members chimed in. "Stop making a scene! It's just a bite of food." "She's just jealous of Julia, trying to ruin Marco's big night." Marco's expression hardened. "Julia grew up with me. If there were something wrong with the food, she would know. You'll be fine." I stopped begging. With the last of my strength, I shakily pressed the emergency call button on my phone—a direct line to my father, the Don of Chicago, Alessandro Volkov.

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The novel follows the story of a young man named Ali, who finds himself thrown into a new and strange world after a tragic incident. He works to understand this new world, discovering a unique system that grants users extraordinary abilities and diverse tools. To utilize these, the users need to earn a special currency. Throughout his journey, Ali encounters many characters, some good and some not so good. The system depends on characters advancing through levels and special tasks, while conflicts and battles continue. Ali discovers a strange and unclassified tool that significantly accelerates his growth, and he sets off on a quest to become one of the strongest warriors. The story continues to follow Ali in his adventures and trials, as he learns how to control his new power and faces the challenges that come with it. The story progresses slowly, with a focus on details and characters, keeping readers intrigued about what will happen in each new chapter.

DARK ROMANCE "I told you, every breath you'd take, I would be aware of it," he said moving closer towards her making her take a step back. Her heart was palpitating wildly unable to withstand the intensity his eyes hold which made her eyes move down on their own. One more step by him and now her back touched the wall. "You know, what I want to do with you right now?" he whispered, placing his hand on the wall encaging her and at that moment she just wanted to hide in the wall. "Strip you off your clothes and belt the hell out of you," he muttered, "Please no! Don't do this to me!" she shrieked and within a flash, he grasped her arm and threw her on the bed. His hands released his belt followed by ripping off OF her shirt and her heart-wrenching scream READ THE COMPLETE DESCRIPTION INSIDE PLS ........ Roshanay, a simple girl with a painful life one day witnessed a mafia don committing murder and she had no other option other than to marry him.

They were born on opposite sides of a war neither of them started. Kaelen is the Shadow Prince — heir to a throne built on the bones of her people. He is cold, calculating, and utterly ruthless. She is supposed to hate him. Seraphine is the last flame of a dying rebellion. She has spent years training to kill the prince who destroyed her world. She has one mission: infiltrate his castle, earn his trust, and drive a blade through his heart. But when she finally stands before him, dagger in hand, he does not call for his guards. He smiles. "Finally," he whispers. "Someone worth fighting." Now Seraphine faces an impossible choice: complete her mission and doom her people, or trust the one man she was born to destroy. In a world where enemies become lovers and lovers become traitors — who survives the fall?

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10 years mission of new world order

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?