the voice in the car

After his divorce, Lu Liang suddenly felt as if he was already half-buried now, after all, he could hear the sound of a revolving lantern, a sign of impending death. But then, he discovered that the noise was actually messages from the future, leading to a dramatic turn in his life. ... Living in the secular world, we are all ordinary people. Being ordinary isn't too bad; greedy for wealth, lustful, dark-hearted, selfish... [Not a single female lead, enter at your own discretion]

Chen Xiangbei, a F1 driver, is reborn back to 2008, originally wanting to become a low-key high school student, but accidentally leads an entire era. 【There are only cowardly people, not cowardly cars. If anyone is dissatisfied, shift to second gear, rev up to 7200, and go for it!】 【Remember, when cornering on mountain roads, you must use the drainage ditch.】 【No matter how fast the AE86 is, it can't catch up with the Benz that Natsuki sits in, but my Corolla can.】 【Schumacher is indeed strong, but he's old. The future will be my era!】 "If you're so amazing, why don't you go race in F1?" "I don't have money!"

Yang Chen, an online car-hailing driver, is bound to a "Negative Reviews Reward" system. As long as he does not compromise with unreasonable passengers, he can receive rewards if he receives negative reviews or complaints. Passenger: Driver, I want you to drive the car upstairs for me. My new Hongxing shoes got wet and dirty. Are you going to compensate me? Yang Chen: Miss, this is a car, how can I drive it upstairs? Passenger: I don't care, you have to drive it upstairs. Aren't you an online car-hailing driver supposed to serve passengers? Do you believe I'll give you a negative review? Platform: Dear driver, we regret to inform you that you have received a negative review and have been complained about by the customer. System: "Congratulations, Master, for earning a negative review through your capability, and you are rewarded with 28% ownership of the Peninsula Hotel." ……

Lu Xuan, a graduate of Zhijiang University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, travels to a parallel world that doesn't value traditional Chinese medicine much. Because of his forthrightness, he offended the department head and was sent to work at a Health Center. Originally thinking that his life was almost over, Lu Xuan discovered that he could hear the Heart's Voice of traditional Chinese medicine. "Aversion to cold, fever, obvious tenderness with rebound pain in the entire abdomen, positive psoas sign..." [Intestinal abscess, how unlucky this guy is. Use downward-draining method to relieve, attack and expel, moisten and unblock to guide the stool and eliminate stagnation to cleanse substantial heat, this illness... rhubarb, mirabilite... it's up to you.]

They say the body has memory. I didn’t believe that until I started waking up soaked in sweat and c*m, my heart racing, my fingers trembling, my lips parted as if I’d been whispering his name in sleep. But I never even knew his real name. I remember his voice though, how it curled around me like smoke, soft and deep, commanding yet kind, dark and dangerous. He never touched me. Never laid a hand on me. But I came so hard, I cried. Now, every night, I crave it. That voice. That whisper that made my knees weak. That sin I never thought I’d want. I thought I was straight. Now, I’m not even sure I’m sane. And I think I’d ruin myself just to hear it again. For 25 years, Zayn lived in a world of straight expectations, dating girls, chasing pleasure that always ended in silence and frustration. Sex was a routine, not release. Until one bored night, chasing a thrill, he said yes to something different. A man in a club offered him more than money, he offered a secret, a night of satisfaction like he’d never known. But when Zayn entered that hotel room, he didn’t expect him, the rich, cold, dangerously alluring heir of a conservative empire, whose father publicly condemns everything he hides in the dark. What started as a one-night experiment turned into a dangerous addiction. Without a single touch, Zayn was broken open, undone, and made to scream, cry, and beg, only through sound. Now, even back home, Zayn trembles when he hears his voice in dreams, in memory, in madness. His sheets are always wet. His nights are restless. His body wants more. And the worst part? He's starting to want him, too. 18+ WARNING This story contains explicit male-male content, intense erotic scenes, and psychological seduction. If you're not ready for a world where a voice can break you, proceed cautiously. Read at your discretion.

**Mature Content!** "I'm so sorry, Mr. Lawson, you can marry my daughter Marga but Sabrina is an exception." "Why? She's your daughter I thought you and my parents had already arranged this marriage. And I choose Sabrina. I won't marry anyone but Sabrina." "Then why Sabrina?" "Let's say that Sabrina and I have a special thing back then," Gabriel said with a little smile. Ferdinand frowned and was curious. "Well, she might deny it." Sabrina Mondragon Alvarez – is a mute rich woman. She's an introvert and hated getting along with rich people who always talk about senseless stuff. She was bullied by socialite but never they knew that behind that innocent-looking woman hides a strong and powerful aura. Being quiet doesn't mean weak but is something more dangerous than anything. Silence would lead all of her enemies to one place that can also be called danger. Soon, she'll have them in the place that she's secretly reserving for those who made her life and family miserable. She said to be someone who can't speak not until he came and chose her to be his wife. Gabriel Lawson - a rich powerful tycoon with a strong background. He fell in love with the woman he had a one night stand with and chose her to be his wife. He would do anything for her. And for those people who hurt her--they must pay a thousand folds. BOOK 2 is here! Please follow for my next novel. Click the link below or just search for Arranged Marriage: Dangerous Heiress You can follow me Discord @ TheIllusionist#4504

At the final F1 race in Abu Dhabi, amidst a sea of ​​red flags surging in the audience stands, Wu Shi was involved in a car crash, flew off the track and died. When he woke up again, he was back in 2007. This year, the ambitious Touge officially joined McLaren, aiming for the annual championship. This year, the old man was still the young Hamilton, who had just stepped onto the F1 stage and had not yet gone to Mercedes to start a seven-crown dynasty. This year, Verstappen has just moved into the karting mini-max category and is about to sweep the calendar and make his mark. This year, Zhou Guanyu, China's future number one F1 driver, started to get involved in karting under the guidance of Ma Qinghua. This year, it seems as if nothing has started, yet it seems as if everything has already happened. When Wu Shi stood by the track again, he recalled the 80G collision during the championship year and his extreme fear of the speed of the car. He thought he would never have the courage to sit in a monocoque again. Until a voice came from behind. "Hi! Are you Wu Shi? How about we run a race?" "What? Are you afraid? Are all Chinese people so lacking in confidence?

Su Mo transmigrated into a Beast World novel as a delicate cannon fodder female, starting right in the middle of a forced, melodramatic scene. What's more embarrassing is that she was caught in the act... Her fiancé, the Young Master Snake, regarded her with utter disgust: "Don't think you can have me by using such despicable tricks! I want to break off the engagement!" Su Mo assessed the situation, feigning a tearful apology to try and save the situation, while inwardly cringing and complaining. [I wouldn't want this cold-blooded animal even if he were given to me for free! He's not even as cute or pettable as the kitten from the next village~] [What a waste of those scales. He doesn't even know how to maintain them properly. They're all barbed. He deserves to be single!] Mo Xiao, who suddenly heard her inner thoughts, felt his ear tips turn beet red: "...!!!" Su Mo was clueless. [This Mo Xiao guy is cold and heartless, and his intentions are hard to fathom. That damned bird Fei Yan is arrogant and difficult to please. That damned fox Yue Ying appears gentle but is actually a lunatic with a dagger hidden behind his smile. That dead fish Ye Yuan is gloomy and paranoid. And Cang Lan, that black panther, is just a cold-blooded killer. I want to swap them out! Right now!] [Huh? That dragon over there isn't bad. He has abs and good looks~ Most importantly, he's brainless and easy to fool~ Target locked!] The group of fiancé Beast Husbands watching from the side exclaimed in unison: "Don't even think about it!" Su Mo: "..." Are they crazy? They despise her to death, yet they're unwilling to break off the engagement? And now they're all sticking to me like superglue. What's the big idea?!

[WARNING: MATURE EXPLICIT CONTENT R18] The protagonist is supposed to win over the heroines with his righteous personality, heroic acts, and overwhelming talent, right? Too bad the heroines can hear his inner thoughts: [Step on me, CEO lady…] [Come on! I really want to see this police beauty’s big chest!] [I’m definitely thinking about the school belle later tonight.] Even more unfortunate is Shen Tian, who transmigrated into this very webnovel - "My Master Forced Me Down the Mountain to Pick Up Wives" - and became a small villain. But for some reason… the heroines can hear his thoughts too. [Can everyone stop dragging me into their drama?] [I’m surrounded by lunatics!] [Uh, why is the protagonist’s mother flirting with me!?] While the protagonist is busy fantasizing about the heroines, Shen Tian can only wonder why all the heroines can hear his inner voice and trying to marry him when he’s just trying to play his role! -------------------------------------- Schedule: 7 chapters/week (unless I'm ill or something happens) Chapter Length: 1000 - 1500 words. No NTR nor will the MC have any of his harem members cucked at any point in the novel! If you get offended easily... This is not your kind of novel! --------------------------------------

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?