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Humans? A low-level world? No cultivators or gods? Could that world be trampled as easily as ants by the powerful beings from above? This is Long Chen's new journey after being reborn from the flames of the Vermilion Bird, emerging to fight against powerful cultivators who always use low-level worlds as their slaves and playthings. He also discovers the evils of the world and the people who rule over these various worlds. Protecting, destroying, and shaping are Long Chen's new goals. This journey brings Long Chen into contact with various powerful cultivators and even those called gods. Fighting, defeating, protecting—all of these are already in Long Chen's heart. He will also meet his parents, whom he has never seen since the day he was born. Will Long Chen accept them? Or will Long Chen decide to have nothing to do with them anymore? Can Long Chen maintain his purpose, or will he fall once again into the same temptation as the black dragon? "I live for myself, fate? Fate cannot stop me! I will keep standing no matter how many times I fall. As long as I still breathe, there is no such thing as giving up in my life."

Attention! This is a continuation of my previous book: SEDUCING MY DAD’S BEST FRIEND…. If you haven’t read it. Please do…for better understanding of this amazing part. And also, please note that the continuation of this series: Entangled With My Dad’s Best Friend. Would be continued in the first book Series; Seducing My Dad’s Best Friend. Thank you! :) ———— (Aged Gap) “God, you feel incredible,” he murmured against my lips, his breath hot and intoxicating. I moaned softly, the sound escaping before I could contain it. It was a mix of desire and longing, a plea for more. His hands explored my curves, tracing the outline of my body, igniting every nerve in me. I gasped as he pressed his body against mine, the hardness of his c*ck a reminder of just how real this was. “Mattias,” I breathed, my voice trembling. The way he looked at me, with those intense eyes, made me feel seen in a way I had never experienced. “I want you.” He smiled, a wicked grin that made my stomach flutter. “Then let’s not waste any more time.”

In her first life, she died a virgin. In her second life, she became a villainess who was exiled to the border of the Kingdom with her newborn baby, based on a romantic novel that she had briefly read in her first life. She is grateful that her dream to become a mother of an adorable baby has come true, instead of dying a virgin! BUT when she thought she just needed to be exiled and live peacefully with her baby, she and her baby were brutally murdered by an unexpected person. Either destiny or a curse, the universe brings her back to life as Fuschia Mountravven, Crown Princess of the Drachentia Kingdom again! She is still stuck inside the world of a novel! "I don't care about revenge! I want my baby again, so, how do I get pregnant?! Who is the father of my baby, huh?! ”

I didn't look where I was going. I didn't know what I ran into. "Ouch!" What... the... a brick wall. I looked up and saw a guy. Then I gasp, I felt a lump in my throat. " Hello, s**t! Did I tell you can come to the party?" Then he grabbed me, threw me into the wall in the hallway in the dark corner. He was caging me between his body and the wall. I am so scared, but I can't move. All I can do is breathe. Then he got closer to my face. " Did I give you permission to come to a party, hmmm..." he said with a growl. "No, you didn't, sir," I said. " "Ouch, please stop, you are hurting me," I whispered. He grabbed my arms, over my head, holding them so tight onto the wall. He chuckled; he likes seeing me in pain. I got the tears clouding my eyes. "Sorry, "I said. "Please let me go, Wade." He kept me on the wall with his body. "Now, Cherry, it looks like I have to punish you. "He said with a grin. Cherry 18 is a loser nerd, a nobody, she is Wade's victim and obsession! She lives in a small town where she moved in 8th grade. Wade has always been in her life, he have mix emotions. One day, he is sweet to her, and the next day, he is hateful and hurtful towards her. Wade 18 his is the bad boy player, jock, and the most popular guy in the school. He likes to control and bully Cherry! Because he wants her and he is trying to control her, but what if she takes back her control and gets braver? What will happen if she catches the eyes of more monsters?

In Gangnam, Seoul's district known for it's wealth and glamour, a series of mysterious disappearances and brutal murders occurs. The criminal is quickly called by public the 'Cherry Blossom Reaper' because of his choice for young, beautiful women and fact, that the day after the kidnapping, in the place of the disappearance, he leaves a small bouquet made of artificial cherry blossoms, slightly sprinkled with the victim's blood. When the daughter of the well-known fashion house CEO disappear, the case is transferred to Kim Soo Min, a female detective from Seoul's Investigation Departament. But as it turns out, the case is not easy to solve, even for such a talented detective as her. The list of suspects is getting longer and evidence does not clearly indicate any of them. [ IMPORTANT: This story is entirely fictional, just like its characters. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. ]

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.