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QT: Finding Meaning

*** My health has been very poor this year alongside loosing my mother-in-law and cat so I'm sorry but this will be rewritten and finished when I'm well, I'm doing it all offline in my rare creative moments, hopefully with a more mature touch *** [WARNING: Mature Themes (smut, violence, murder, suicide, domestic violence, etc.)] --------- Waking up naked and alone with a murderer, without a single memory, she relies on System to understand her existence in another person's body. --------- Still don't know if you should read me? Here's a quick breakdown to help you make up your mind if this novel is right for you: This is my own twist on the QuickTransmigration System genre, giving it a more 'spiritual' twist. It explores sensitive themes throughout each arc and I will do my best to give trigger warnings at the start of chapters containing them. It is written in the first person and revolves around a female lead (FL). This is a weak-to-strong novel, she will have heavy flaws and make repeated mistakes and seem generally weak at the start, bear with her as she grows. Romance is a heavy theme within the story that contains a lot of smut, with more than one character. However, there is only one male lead in the end. The story is less about fluffy romance, instead, it's a journey of growth and self-discovery, revolving around the main storyline. Although, each Arc will have its own separate storyline that will have an impact on the main storyline with both new and reoccurring characters (so skipping arcs is not advised). I have currently written the rough drafts for four arcs at the point of writing this: 1. Ghosts & Guns 2. How do you keep a child alive in the Zombie Apocalypse? 3. Abducted by Aliens 4. Freed by the Fae Folk 5. .... --------- --------- Cover Art made by myself, using nightcafe AI Art, check out my page, I'm attempting to make novel art and character art for each arc: https://creator.nightcafe.studio/u/Raychbunni

Raychbunni · 科幻言情
分數不夠
207 Chs

3.15

My small hands eagerly reached out to frame his sharp, angular face. Deeply I stared into the icy abyss of his eyes, searching for the soul behind them. 

Could he really do it?

"Can I mark you now Luna? Or are you still made with me?" He spoke so close to my neck, his breath tickled. 

"No, stop," flustered, my face warmed up blushing heavily. Why did this body have to be so damn sensitive to this kind of thing?

I'd long forgotten the joys of teenage hormones…

"Lex, I am trying to, to, think, no understand," my words stumbled out of my mouth as his hands rose up my thighs and gripped my ass playfully squeezing.

Frowning, I started to attempt to wriggle free again, like a rabbit in a snare, but it was useless.

"I need to talk to Alex," I cleared my throat, ignoring his eye contact, to focus on a random glowing crystal instead. 

"Ah, yes, Alex."

Why did he say the name with such disdain?