the aztecs

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.

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

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?

Three years of devotion. Three years of loving Julian with everything she had. Only to be framed for a divorce and personally sent to prison by him. "I didn't kill her," Evelyn begged. "I didn't kill the woman you love." "I don't believe you." Facing a death sentence with no one to turn to, Evelyn made the most desperate choice of her life — she threw herself at the one person Julian would never forgive. His younger brother. "Get me pregnant. Please. It's the only way I survive." Because pregnant women are not subject to the death penalty. By the time the truth surfaced and Julian realized the woman he destroyed was innocent, it was already too late. He dropped to his knees. "Eve, I was wrong. Give me one more chance." A hand caught his wrist before he could touch her. "She's already my wife, brother."

Olivia transmigrated from the apocalypse to the modern era. Not only that, her dimension and superpower came along with her. She felt that the good days were about to begin. But before she could be happy for even three days, the internet was flooded with posts slandering her. Advertisers and directors want to terminate her contracts, and her company wants to blacklist her? How could this be? She wanted to use the money to enjoy modern life to the fullest. Without money, how could she enjoy anything? So, who's slandering her online? I'll find you and dig up all your dirty secrets. Who wants to terminate her contract? Terminate it immediately. After termination, she'll go on to endorse international luxury brands instead. Terminating the script contract? Good, that's great! If the contract isn't terminated, how can she film the blockbuster drama of the year and win awards with it? Modern life is so wonderful, eating and drinking every day. There's just one tiny problem. Why are there suddenly two babies growing in her belly? And who is this ridiculously handsome man who appeared out of nowhere, claiming to be their father?

Feng Qing, a top surgeon from the 21st century, wakes up in a body no one wants — married off to Rong Ling, the most powerful Regent in Dayan, a man who makes it abundantly clear: "Do you think you're worthy of marrying this king? Foolish." While he keeps his distance, she keeps herself busy, saving lives with medical knowledge centuries ahead of its time, collecting debts from those who wronged the original body's owner, and planning her exit strategy. Later, he became the New Emperor— "Qing Qing, from now on, you are my Empress." "Not interested."