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How massive must the wealth of a family that has been passed down for five thousand years be? Sometimes, you’ll never know how rich your family really is until you push your parents a bit! Only after inheriting his family's five-thousand-year fortune did Zhang Menglong realize that the joy of the wealthy is so simple. Bank president, "Mr. Zhang, please, I beg you to deposit your money with our bank, and you can set the interest rate!" Huaxia's top wealthy second generation, "Does the whole world belong to your family or what?" World's richest person, "I feel like I am just a poor man!" European Royal Family, "Mr. Zhang, are you lacking a girlfriend? If you are, would you mind finding one? If not, would you mind one more? What do you think about our country's princess?" Latter, Zhang Menglong found out that the college his parents left him was the most impressive thing. Actually, being a dean turned out to be even more joyful than being the world's richest person!

Ketika Xia Liang terbangun, dia menemukan seluruh dunia telah berubah, dan harga-harga telah anjlok. Calon pasangan dari kencan yang telah diatur ternyata hanya meminta lima puluh sen untuk mas kawin! Sebuah rumah di pusat kota bisa dibeli dengan hanya seratus Yuan! Mobil sport yang dulunya bernilai puluhan juta kini hanya berharga beberapa puluh Yuan! Melihat saldonya sebesar seratus dua puluh ribu, Xia Liang menyadari bahwa dia mungkin telah menjadi orang terkaya di sekitarnya!

I am merely a reviewer, albeit the products I review are slightly different. For example, I review quantum computers, artificial intelligence, anti-gravity mech armor, planetary engines, sublight colonial ships, stellar detonators, etc... Chen Yu: "The technological product I bring to everyone for today's episode is—a dual-vector foil! W-Wait! Everyone, please calm down! Let me explain..."

After Bonnie Wesley was forced out of the entertainment industry by online hate, she decided to return home and inherit the family fortune. Haters: “Family fortune? What kind of joke is that?” Then the CEO of the Wesley Group Corporation worth hundreds of billions posted on X: “She’s my daughter. Biological one.” Haters: “???” Bonnie decided to give back to her fans with a little giveaway. Haters: “Pfft, no one cares! You think we can’t afford to treat ourselves?” Bonnie: “Comment on this post, and I’ll pick someone to give a house to.” Haters: “???” Then Bonnie appeared on a variety show with a top-tier male celebrity. Haters: “Ugh, here she goes again, throwing herself at our precious idol! Shameless!” The next day, the media broke the news: That devilishly handsome CEO of the Lee Group who was dominating the trending charts was actually Bonnie’s ex, whom she had dumped a long time ago. Haters: “???” Ex-boyfriend: “?”

When Rowan inherits his father's debt, he's forcibly taken by Soren, a titled Alpha. But Soren's interest isn't just about collecting debts, it's personal. After Rowan mocks him for being an omega who is good for nothing except making babies, Soren seethes with anger and humiliation. Determined to teach Rowan a lesson, Soren pays off Rowan's debt, intending to reduce him to a servant who would serve him like a dog in chains. To Soren, Rowan is nothing but an acquired property that he had claimed but what happens when bond brings the two together as fated mates? Will Soren be able to fight his affection for Rowan or will he let love evade him again?

“Everything has a price,” he said coldly. “Even you.” Aria James had it all—beauty, privilege, and a picture-perfect fiancé. But when her father's company collapses in scandal, she’s left bankrupt, humiliated, and abandoned. Desperate to protect what’s left of her family’s reputation, she agrees to participate in a charity auction, offering a “date” to the highest bidder. She never expected the bidder to be Leon Castellan—the ruthless billionaire known for his icy heart and deadly business instincts. His offer? Thirty days. No escape. No emotions. Just obedience. To him, Aria is nothing more than a temporary possession. A beautiful distraction he can control… and discard. But as boundaries blur and secrets unravel, Aria discovers that Leon’s interest in her is far from random. And the real reason he bought her might destroy them both. He doesn’t believe in love. She doesn’t believe in ownership. But what happens when obsession turns into something more dangerous than either expected?

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * *

This universe is the creation of the divine being Revel, for when he came into it he knew joy in his existence and revelled in it. It is filled with millions of worlds and life forms, all of whom do know not their maker's name... Fólórunsó and Sola are mercenaries of the United Freelancer Organisation stationed on the planet Pedtro doing odd jobs to make do every day. Fólórunsó is bound to a strange contract tied to a stranger power he can never truly master. Sola is tied to the day the skies fell to earth and is plagued by an ailment that will inevitably take his life. These two misfit allies find themselves taking up a peculiar job for an exuberant payment that ends up separating their paths. What will happen to the two as they explore this universe and its infinite worlds, and what will occur in their inevitable reunion?

My Dear, This is Mint. this story's main Protagonist. you guessed it right, I like men. like a lot, literally. yes, I am the one, belong to that 10% population which consider as the minority, The LGBTQ+. but if you take aside the sexuality agenda, I'm a normal person like you. I have a family, friends like more than brother and sister. suitable college life and a friend that I have a crush on. I wake up early daily, take bath, eat meals regularly, and always be on time for college, being studious is my nature. posses talents and hobbies and thinking uniquely. facing difficulties and stress, dealing with them, and all stuff like that. I am as normal as you are as extraordinary as you are. practically I possess every characteristic of human beings. and this is my story. "Mint, have you make contact with any of our friends?" "I trying to call them, but no one is available at this moment. I'm now afraid. they might not get hurt?" "I don't know but I think they may be safe. I trust God for their safety. we just need to configure this Idea." "You might be true. I guess this earthquake might not cause any damage to them. but still, can't make any contact with them makes me more worried as per second passes." "Keep Hope Mint. everything will be fine. the disaster has passed. now we just have to figure out where their locations are. but first, you need to take a deep breath and calm your blood pressure down. don't be panic." "I am trying to calm myself down. but, as time passes I can't stop worrying about them. and I might keep worrying like this until I discover they are safe." I say a msg dropped into my phone. I rapidly get up and gear up for helping them. "Han, I should go and look for them. you have to rest" "I can't sit around and do nothing. when I knew my friends are out there. they might need my help. I should go too." "No, please, you are in no condition right now. look at you. you barely even walk right now. if you get out like this you have me behind to worry about you too." "but!" "I do not afford to listen to any excuses right now. just be here and I take the rest of the part to make sure they are safe." My heart-eating me out of worry. this is a case of emergency, of course, I would. why not. but nonetheless, I wasn't thinking straight. when I started to think, why I was running so desperate to the first destination. when I received the location like this crazy? I might say I can't judge myself for what reason my heart is shouting me to 'run' fast as I can. move my feet as I can, towards the person it might desire to take a glimpse to his safety. yes, I am figuring out myself too, why? why him? why this particular person my heart has a desire to see this extensively out of anyone in this entire planet right now? The upper phase might not be a question. but it might rather be it's an answer to itself. I just have to figure out what.

Synopsis: "I like to pull on your hair, see you struggle to breathe, watch you reach your climax, and then stop you from reaching your high." He said all of that without stopping and that made me shake in my fucking boots. "I-I, no?" I wasn't sure what to say when someone approaches you for a job and says that. "I don't like when people say no to me. I will be respected. You, Miles Stevenson, will respect me." His voice was cold as ice. His stare froze my insides. He got up from his desk and walked over to me in strong strides in a matter of seconds. He was dangerously attractive, his voice and tone were filled with a Russian accent, but it was barely there. Online, it read that his family was from Russia, he was born here but moved to America at the young age of 3. "You're a cute, small pet. I think I'll be taking you." He talked with no fear in his voice, he was straightforward when he talked. His large hand came up to my face and his thumb stroked my cheek and then moved back to my hair and tugged on it a bit. I nudged my head back as a moan came out my throat and past my lips. "There we go, you little masochist." He licked his lips and came down to my neck, kissing my sensitive skin. My hands flew up to his chest but he smacked them away and grabbed them. Placing them above my head, his smirk only grew when I closed my eyes and groaned as his leg went up against my growing manhood. --- That got Hot. Maybe you should read the rest and find out what happens between a 22-year-old and hot Russian Millionaire Don. Or the one with a cute genius boy who just got out of a long-term relationship comes for a job as an assistant with an older Russian Millionaire who doesn't take shit from anyone. {Gayyy, Slight S/m & Russian hotties)