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Rock You World After World

Worlds Apart, Hearts Entwined Fanyin's life was already complicated, but nothing could have prepared her for the ultimate plot twist: being thrown into alternate worlds by a system with a bee mascot. The catch? She has to complete tasks to get back home. But every world has a familiar face-his face-different bodies, same magnetic presence, pulling her in despite her best efforts to stay detached. With every mission, Fanyin fights to keep her walls up, but piece by piece, she's falling for the soul inhabiting these different men. Sexy, hilarious, and brimming with chemistry, Fanyin's journey isn't just about the worlds she's thrown into. Who is behind the system, and what grand design is forcing her to complete these quests? Is there a deeper truth she's being led to discover, or is it all part of a cosmic game? Get ready for a wild ride full of steamy moments, laugh-out-loud banter, and the question of whether love truly transcends worlds. ... Bee Mine Across Worlds Fanyin was minding her own business—until a sassy bee system threw her into alternate realities with one goal: complete the missions or never make it home. Easy, right? Not when every world comes with a man who’s too familiar. Different face, same vibes, and definitely too hot to ignore. She’s here to get in, do the job, and get out. But something about him keeps pulling her back in every world. Is it just coincidence, or is there a deeper reason behind these encounters? With snark, steam, and sparks flying, Fanyin must figure out the game—before her heart loses control. Why her? Why him? And who’s really pulling the strings? There’s more at play than she thinks, and the answers might be closer than she realizes… ROCK YOU WORLD AFTER WORLD © 2024 Kashish Mishra (bliss_incarnation). All rights reserved. Excerpt from RYWAW "Going somewhere?" His voice drops, teasing, but there's a dangerous edge beneath the surface that makes my pulse quicken. The playfulness in his eyes has faded, replaced by something more primal, more intense. I flash him a sly smile, forcing myself to remain calm. "No," I murmur, leaning back into him, though my heart pounds against my ribs. "Just getting comfortable on my lover." He raises an eyebrow, his gaze narrowing slightly. The smirk returns, slow and deliberate, but there's a hint of something else-something darker, lurking beneath his usual charm. "Is that what we're calling it now?" Before I can respond, Wilde moves with swift precision, his hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck. The air between us grows heavy, charged, and then his lips crash against mine. It's not soft or slow-it's raw, demanding, and ignites a fire deep in my chest. I gasp, my hands instinctively gripping his jacket as his other arm pulls me flush against him, the heat of his body searing through the thin barrier of clothing. My mind spins, thoughts scattering like leaves in a storm as I lose myself in the kiss. The driver, without a word, flicks on the partition, a subtle acknowledgment of the moment as the car continues to glide down the road, but it's as if the world outside no longer exists.

bliss_incarnation · Fantasy
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The rest of the day passes in a blur.

As I sit in the Lozero family car assigned to me, I realize I've been too impulsive and hasty all day-so not like me. I need to pull myself together.

When I arrive at the mansion, now my home (what a flex), I head upstairs to my room. The maid tells me my parents are out on a date, so dinner's a solo affair tonight. Guess there's a chance I'll be getting a baby sibling soon... hehe.

I pull out a diary that looks like the original Faye's and skim through it. Ugh, it's mostly filled with her gushing over her undying love for Caden-honestly, how embarrassing. I tear those cringe-worthy pages out and toss them aside, then start scribbling down my own plans for the future. If I remember correctly, in the original timeline, Wilde's mom kicks the bucket in two years, and just three days after that, he catches Caden and Sara swapping spit. That's his "villain origin story" moment, and it's also the start of the apocalypse.

Papa Timewell's probably already started cutting off Wilde's resources. They never really explain why Wilde had a lab to begin with, considering his main bag is commercial brands. My best guess? It's a weird hobby.

Making Wilde a law-abiding citizen is a solid start, but it's got mad loopholes. First off, the original Faye dies in about two months. I can't just assume Villain-sama is gonna fall head over heels for me and let me live. Speaking of pitiful lives, what happens to my original body if I fail this mission? I should ask that dumb bee.

"Yooo, Beeweewee! Come here for a sec, la!" No chirpy little voice answers, and I roll my eyes. This is the only time I've seen a bee play hard to get.

"Oh! Wow, I won the lottery! Whatever will I do with all this money now? If only I could exchange it for some life points and buy something cool from the system shop! But alas! My great system bee is nowhere to be found!" I say in my head with exaggerated drama.

"Shut up. You think I'm an idiot? What do you want? Didn't you tell me to buzz off for three days? Now you need my help, huh? Ha! Let me tell you something-I'll help you... IN YOUR DREAMS!" Ah, there's that iconically annoying voice I missed.

I ignore the diva-level sass (like, only top-tier queens or gay besties can throw shade like that) and ask, "So, uh, are there any consequences if I flop this mission? Or can I just slide back into my old body and chill?"

The weird little 3D hologram of the bee rolls its oversized eyes in the most comical way. "Host, don't play dumb with me. I'm not one of your boy toys you can manipulate with your fake sweet talk. How could there not be consequences for your incompetence? According to the rules in the Redbook, if you fail to complete the mission, the system-aka ME-will deliver a punishment, tailored by artificial intelligence, designed to maximize your discomfort and force you to perform better next time."

Now that sounds like a nightmare.