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One day, the world begins to crumble due to an abnormality. To deal with that, researchers begin to set up a massive project to produce figures that could be dispatched to stop this abnormality. Young people began to gather from all over the world. They were chosen because they were deemed useless. Therefore, this project tragically went unnoticed. Only he survives the sacrifice of his comrades. Forced to face everything, he takes on a mission to "reset the world"

I heard him roar like the beast that he truly is. His skin was turning into fur, his canes expanded, and his claws extended on both his hands and legs. His eyes turn pitch black. After some time, everything calmed down and I felt a soft breath on my face. By smelling the scent I know it's him in his human form. "You are my desire and my only hope to shed away this guilty birth of a werewolf." He grunted pushing me to the wall and holding my cheek tight between his fingers. Bending his head he traced a line with his tongue from the back of my ear to my jaw line and bit me on my neck. "I marked you as mine. Now no one is going to touch you." He made a deathly roar. I look at him in trepid and he whispers softly in my ears after kissing my cheek. "MY HEART CRAVES FOR YOU. MARRY ME, ALEXA SULLIVAN.

¿El más poderoso mago decide de ser el mas débil podra lograrlo?

¿Que le gustaría escuchar?... Cómo mi vida esta medida, la mía ha sido larga. Solo era un mexicano promedio que se gasto parte de su vida en siendo soltero; un adorador de la animación japonesa y sus mercancías. Un dia, mi vida recluida termina por mi muerte... creí que sería mi fin... pero... Ningún hombre puede saberlo todo, ni siquiera lo de su propio tiempo y la vida de la tierra empezó inmensurables años antes de la mía. En el día que se conoce como el año trece conejo, en el mes del dios ascendente del dios de la lluvia Tláloc. En una pequeña casa en la isla de Xaltocan, nací (renacido) con el conocimiento de un mundo moderno... Solo espero no morir en una época con tanta barbaridad y salvajismo.

*Advertencia: Incluye violencia y contenido explícito para adultos. ---------- "¿Entonces? ¿Lo harás? Déjame follarte y te devolveré tu cámara". Zane repitió su oferta. "¡Que te jodan! ¡Imbécil!" El rostro de Alaia se marchitó mientras empujaba su pecho con toda la fuerza que pudo. Sus uñas arañaron sus brazos mientras luchaba contra él. Pero no se movió ni un centímetro de la cama. Ni alejó a Zane de ella. En cambio, él atrapó sus manos y las inmovilizó por encima de su cabeza. "¡Tranquila, conejita!" Sonrió sin rastro de suavidad en sus ojos. Sus ojos eran azul grisáceo. Alaia vio el tono claramente ahora. Un par de ojos tan bonitos, pero tan fríos como el hielo, sin alma. "¡Quítame tus sucias manos de encima!" Alaia rugió y levantó la cabeza, enfrentándose a Zane con desprecio. ¿Sucias? Zane se burló. Alaia Jones ya no era la misma princesa que conoció al principio. Aún así, sus ojos lo miraban con orgullo, nobleza y dignidad. Esto hizo que la ira de Zane hirviera. Destruiré todo su orgullo. ¡Toda su dignidad! Prometió interiormente. Hizo esa promesa a sí mismo hace mucho tiempo. Y ahora era el momento de cumplirla. "¡Cien mil dólares por una noche!" Zane lo soltó sobre la mesa. Alaia abrió la boca, pero él no la dejó hablar. "Las facturas del hospital de tu madre vencen pronto, ¿verdad?" Continuó, observando cómo cambiaba la expresión en el rostro de Alaia. Luego se levantó, abriendo el cajón de la mesita de noche. Alaia aprovechó la oportunidad, levantándose también. Estaba de pie en medio de la habitación cuando él se acercó, entregándole las fotos. Alaia bajó la mirada, viendo imágenes de Vivi Brown besando apasionadamente a David Green, un director de cine. Todos sabían que David estaba casado y tenía dos hijos pequeños. "Podrías matar dos pájaros de un tiro. Obtendrás estas fotos y 100 mil si me dejas follarte", dijo Zane. No necesitaba decir nada más. Alaia sabía a qué se refería. Su madre no sería desconectada del soporte vital en el hospital. Y podría darle dinero a su tío para salvar su empresa. Esos eran los dos pájaros. Y la piedra era su virginidad.

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?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"

Bai Zhi transmigrated into a novel. The good news? She’s bound to a Godly Rich System. The bad news? She’s the story’s wicked, unforgivable villainess. Right in front of her lies her incomparably handsome Beast Husband—covered in scars from her abuse, just choked unconscious by her own hands. And the system’s mission? Spend money on her five Beast Husbands. Bai Zhi can only smile bitterly. Every one of them wants her dead—and honestly, who could blame them? The original owner committed far too many atrocities. With no other choice, Bai Zhi relies on the Godly Rich System, throwing money at them in hopes of soothing their anger. The charming Fox Clan Beast Husband likes rare gems? Buy, buy, buy! The dependable Wolf Clan Beast Husband, the beauty-obsessed Winged Beast Husband, the Tiger Clan Beast Husband, and the cunning Snake Clan Beast Husband—whatever they want… buy it all! Only when their long-stagnant Superpower Levels begin to skyrocket does Bai Zhi finally get a moment of peace. …Or so she thought. Bai Zhi: “Hey, hey—stop crowding in! My bed is small; it can’t fit all of you!” Lang Qiu: “Hu Yan has already reached SSS-level. You can’t play favorites.” Yan Yichen: “You said you liked my feathers the most. I’ll let you touch them~” Sang Mo says nothing—only silently parading in front of her in sheer clothing.