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Aetheric Chronicles: Reborn As An Extra

Thirteen words. "The Author has decided to discontinue this story. We apologize for the inconvenience." That's all it takes to shatter the world of "Aetheric Chronicles"—the year's most acclaimed fantasy webnovel. For thousands of readers, it's heartbreak. For the mysterious masked figure in the final chapter, it's an unfinished destiny. But for Alex, the story's most passionate fan, it's nothing short of betrayal. Then comes the message: "If you truly wish to know the rest of the story..." One mysterious message. And one simple reply. That's all it takes for Alex's world to turn upside down. Now, he's about to discover that some stories refuse to end, even when their authors abandon them. And sometimes, the most passionate readers must become part of the tale they love. In a world where prophecies fail, characters rebel, and plotlines unravel, being the "strongest reader" might not be enough. After all, what happens when an unfinished story decides to write itself? "Some stories choose their readers. Others consume them." _____ ____ _ Warning: This story contains descriptions of violence, gore, and the depiction of intense emotional trauma. Reader discretion is advised. All events and characters are products of the author’s imagination. _____ ____ _ Discord Link -> https://discord.gg/ezVBxwCEPN

Peace_in_Chaos · Kỳ huyễn
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The Mastermind and Her Pitiful Patron [2]

Evangeline moved to Lucian's side, watching him from the corner of her eye, gauging every slight reaction. His silence persisted, but his body had grown tense, his muscles rigid beneath the composed exterior.

'Hehe.'

Evangeline smirked.

"And... in return," she whispered, her voice carrying a seductive edge,

"I showed you my work. My creations. You listened, intrigued, didn't you? You listened to my story, my purpose… my goal."

With every word, she stepped closer, until she stood directly in front of him. Her gaze locked onto his, a predatory and seductive gleam flashing within her eyes as she closed the gap between them. Her hands reached out, fingers brushing gently, almost tenderly, against his neck. Her touch was light but deliberate, and she could feel the tension in his body stiffen further under her fingers.

"You supported me," she whispered, her voice soft yet intense.

"You encouraged me."

"...You helped me."