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The Villainess's Secret Bedroom Service

[COMPLETED] "Did you really think that after all that you've done to me, I would simply let you go, Rosalie? You might as well go to the Devil himself because otherwise, I will definitely find you. No matter what." One day, Wang Meiling, an ordinary office worker who likes to read romance fantasy books, wakes up in the body of Rosalie Ashter, a minor villainess in the R-rated fantasy novel that she was reading before this weird transmigration. As expected of the plot, Rosalie is supposed to die at the hands of her crazy and abusive brother Raphael, thus, armed with the detailed knowledge of the original story, Meiling is set to save the tragic villainess whose body she is now possessing and approaches Duke Damien Dio, the story's male lead who is suffering from the "Acme fever" curse. She offers him a one-year contract relationship, promising to help him relieve his suffering in exchange for his protection from the Ashter family and a hefty payment afterward. Although skeptical at first, Damien agrees to sign the contract, but when the time finally comes for Rosalie to leave the Duke, she realizes that ending their relationship might not be as easy as she thought. This novel can be categorized as "he falls first and he falls harder". WARNING: The story contains mature content such as R18 scenes, obsessive/yandere behavior, domestic abuse, an indication of sexual abuse, and gaslighting. It will also include the depiction of violence and gore. Read at your own discretion.

yoojee · 幻想
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166 Chs
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The Boy Who Never Cried

Altair had been a quiet soul since the day of his birth. When Caspian Nestor first cradled his newborn son, separated from his deceased mother, he initially believed the baby had also departed this world. Yet, as if stirred by the tender embrace of his father, the tiny boy, wrapped in a tattered black cloth, finally unveiled his blood-red eyes, locking gazes with his father, though no cry escaped his lips.

Even on that fateful night when Caspian met his untimely demise at the hands of the Imperial Knights, Altair remained silent.

Life in the desolate slums near the Eastern border was a grim tale of darkness, cold, filth, and perpetual hunger. Despite enduring colossal hardships bordering on the brink of illness and starvation, Altair staunchly refused to shed a tear, for he found no cause to do so.