loose ends and sharp tongues

The world was destroyed, the apocalypse descended, a new era began, and the right to survive as a Lord was granted to every person. Domains, Heroes, Troops, Treasures, Resources—all of the countless servers constructed by the myriad continents were opened up. Qin Muye looked at his panel, which was akin to cannon fodder, and his domain with its damaged suffix, and felt a strong urge to cry but no tears would come. No divine talent, no hidden hints, no overpowered Profession. "If that's the case, then I'll just have to adapt and live in a different way."

<Korean Webnovels#> Charlotte Ordean, heir of the empire's vampire-hunting house, finds her lover drained dry and Count Lucid—the man she has trusted for ten years—standing beside the corpse. The night she enters then does not end with her death; she wakes in another body, and the empire's longest night begins.

The number one socialite, Song Ci, marries the worst handicapped man, Han Zhan! Everyone laughs at Song Ci for being blind and leaving the rich and handsome second son of the Chuan Dong Group to marry a handicapped nobody. Only she knows that soon, this person will become the richest man in Wangdong City. ...Song Ci has been reborn to the summer when she was 22. Her sister who was killed by her adoptive father in her last life is still alive, the man who let her down is madly pursuing her, and the man who is out of reach for the entire Wangdong City is still a nobody. In this life, Song Ci will tear the scum with her hands, protect her family, and marry the most beautiful love! One day, a good friend asks Song Ci, "How do you feel after the wedding, how is Brother Han? Is he considerate or not?" Song Ci: "Everything else is good; it's just a little too big." Han Zhan, who is eavesdropping is delighted, only to hear his wife grumble. "It's said that every three years is a generation gap. I'm three generations from him. It's so difficult to communicate with him. He doesn't use emoji when chatting…" Infuriated, Han Zhan wears an aggrieved look resembling an emoji. After marrying the older man, Han Zhan, Song Ci drinks rejuvenating tea, wears thermal pants, puts on stockings, and lives a life of no worries.

Cultivation not only resides in fighting and killing; it is also about the daily necessities of life. Lü Zhong awakens to find that he has become a Little Loose Cultivator with neither status nor background. How is he to survive in this dog-eat-dog Cultivation Realm, rife with deceit and trickery? He can only place his hopes on Talismans, shoring up his foundation step by step and forging ahead.

「 "If you never let me go, I'll never stop wanting you." Then he does. It's too late to realise she didn't want him to. 」 24-year-old Hirashi Mizuki, the promising heir of Japan's leading technology group, somehow finds herself stuck in a video game! Mizuki doesn't know why she's here or how she can get out - her encounters with the mischievous adventurer, Yasui Hinata edging her on to find a way out. Faster. The only way, she finds, is by completing a Final Quest, saving the Land of Astrum from an underlying tragedy. Mizuki swears she’ll do everything in her power to get herself back home. Hinata promises the same, that he'll do anything to restore his home to a place where Mizuki doesn't exist. It’s only at the end that they realise - after three years of each other’s company - they’re too attached to let go. !! COVER ART BELONGS TO ITS RESPECTIVE ARTISTS !!

Arriving in this brand-new world, Davion found himself in possession of a system which allows him to level up indefinitely unbounded by the limitations of this world. Lets see what happens when our MC's cultivation is like drinking water, easy and simple. #It is a cultivation novel but not Chinese.#

He’s her assistant. Loyal. Obedient. Untouchable. Victoria Sharp built her tech empire from scratch. She's rich, ruthless, and always in control. No scandals, no distractions, especially not from a certain devastatingly attractive executive assistant with bewitching eyes and a voice that could ruin her in seconds. James Mitchell has worked under Victoria for three years, hiding his desire behind professionalism and perfect ties. He knows the rules. He respects her boundaries. But when she starts breaking her own, James isn’t sure how long he can keep pretending he doesn’t want her. What begins as subtle tension, lingering stares, coffee with hidden meanings, after-hours “accidental” meetings, spirals into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous. She’s used to power. He’s used to silence. But neither of them is ready for obsession. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "If you want these lips, then earn them." James's words hung in the air between them, transforming the atmosphere in Victoria's office from tense confrontation to something entirely unprecedented. Victoria sat frozen in her chair, her lips still parted in silent shock, her mind struggling to process what had just transpired. Earn them. The phrase echoed in her thoughts, foreign and disorienting. "If you want to keep tasting these lips, then you'll have to woo me." The additional statement landed like a second shockwave. Woo him? Victoria Sharp didn't woo anyone. ------------- "Victoria, what are you…" James words died in his throat as he felt the warm, wet heat of her tongue against his exposed chest. Victoria had found the gap in his shirt and was licking his skin with deliberate, erotic slowness that made his entire body go rigid with shock and arousal. The sensation was unlike anything James had ever experienced, raw and intimate and so unexpected that it short-circuited his ability to think coherently. Victoria's tongue was warm and soft against his skin, tracing patterns that sent bolts of electricity straight to his core. This was madness, she knew that. But she was past caring about sanity or propriety or any of the rules that had governed her life up until this moment. All she cared about was the man in her arms and the way he made her feel like she was coming alive for the first time in years. Her tongue found the small mole on under his right eye, and she felt James's entire body shudder at the contact. "I love that mole on you," she whispered against his skin, her voice husky with desire. James's eyes slammed shut at the intimate contact, his body betraying him as a soft groan escaped his lips. The sensation of Victoria's tongue on his face was so unexpected, so boldly sensual, that his pulse hammering against his throat. "I will do as you say, James," she said, her voice husky with desire and determination. "I will woo you." The words sent a jolt of satisfaction through James's system, but it was her next statement that made his breath catch. "However, you should know that I am very territorial." "You just sit down, look effortlessly handsome, and prepare to be wooed," she said, her voice carrying all the authority of a woman who was used to getting exactly what she wanted. "Remember, James," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow managed to carry more authority than any shout ever could. "You are mine." The declaration hung between them like a brand, marking him as surely as if she'd physically claimed him. Enemies-to-lovers tension CEO x Executive Assistant Office slow-burn with high heat Obsession, betrayal, and emotional redemption One woman who’s never been owned and the man she can’t control If you love dominant heroines breaking their own rules, devoted but strong men, and drama that keeps you breathless, then be ready to be will consumed.

After dying a death I considered pathetic, but still having lived a life without regrets, I didn't know that my existence wouldn't end that way. I didn't know that soon I would awaken in the void, only to reincarnate in another world. This is the story of Schadet Oporitorco, who will do anything for power after witnessing it. (This novel was inspired by many other novels. And currently, you have found "GREED: ALL FOR WHAT?! and SWORDMASTER'S YOUNGEST SON") Link Discord = https://discord.gg/AkKxvCUD

*cover is not my picture Jade Lu was brought up by her grandmother, the Matriach of Lu family. Her parents dislike her and thinks she is weird while her siblings saw her as eye sore who took away their grandma's love and attention. Her parents did not know how to deal with Jade who suffers from Asperger's syndrome, a disorder that shows impairment in social and emotional cognition. Under her grandma's support and love, Jade grew up to be beautiful, talented and successful but still socially awkward and a loner. Jade's perfect world crashed when her grandma (Mama Lu) died leaving her all alone in this world along with the Lu business empire. Fate is a strange thing. Just when she thought there is no reason to go on living, she caught the attention of a cold and heartless man. What happens when a socially challenge woman meets an ice cube? Can they find solace in each other presence? Can he protect her from her vicious family members that hated her? Excerpt from one of the chapter in this story: Derek: Then I'll be there. Since that night, I have made my mind up that I'll be wherever you need me to be. Jade: Are you sure, you are the same rumoured Derek Lee, the demon prince, cold, unfeeling, vicious and etc. The list is just too long for me to type out. Oh, I forgot to add, man of few words. From the moment, we met I think you spoke more than I did. You are quite a talker. Are you an imposter? ? Derek : Before this I never met someone like you. Those people that I meet usually don't deserve this side of me. Maybe when a demon meet a demoness the effect is opposite? ? Well, you are one to talk as well, aren't you the ice queen? The one who dislike physical contact but who is it that loves my chest so much? ? Jade: Well.. when an ice cube meets the ice queen in a place like Sahara desert, won't the ice melt? Go to sleep, okay? I am ?. Sweet dreams. another excerpt: "Ok, I accept. Are we friends? You will be my first ever friend then" "To be honest, I want to be more than friends but I'll take it slow but since knowing you I can't help sigh that I am no longer young." She looked at him in disbelief with eyes wide open. "Am I scaring you?" "Mm, you mean to say, you want to be more than friends? Meaning?" "I always wanted to do this" He said as he closed in on her face and his lips met hers when he lifted her chin up and kissed her. He was clumsy because it was his first time and she was as clueless as him. They followed their instinct instead. He slipped in his tongue when she parted her lips and they stopped when accidentally bit his lower lip and tasted the metallic flavour of blood. They were left breathless. "If we were only friends, I am not allow to do that or hold you real close to me..... p/s this is my second attempt at writing, I deleted my first story due to lack of public interest and lack of proper planning on my behalf. however, this story is different because it is definitely more structured and written with an extra passion.

Villains roam the world without any retribution. Demonic sects wage war against the Orthodox and emerge victorious. Neutral tribes stand by and do not help the worthy – they only look to profit from others’ misfortune. Meanwhile, fresh dangers brew beneath the turbulent waves... Might is right in the world of cultivators, and evil often goes unchecked. Isaac Dahl is born in the barren and chaotic lands of Northern Tundra. He shows promise, yet his sect holds no hope for him. ‘He might be an intelligent child, but his talent is mediocre. Bah... what can he amount to?’ Without resources or help; without kindness nor assistance from others, there is only oneself. Human relationships? Love? Kinship? I only see benefits, as others are unreliable. I can only believe in myself. This is the truth that Isaac realises. This is the truth that his sect – which proclaims itself as a Blood Path Sect – fails to notice. They are naïve. His heart is cold and his gaze is determined, but Isaac’s path forwards will not be an easy one. It will be filled with obstacles, danger and disaster. Will Isaac clamber over the bodies of those who stand in his way? Or will they drag him down with them?