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Novel: Soul Shard Captor [BL Version] Series: World & Soul Bureau Series Author: Lucy Pan Dora Started serializing on: 27th of June, 2020 On Goodnovel since: 6th of October, 2020 === LINKS === Support the author: ko-fi.com/lucypandora Author website: lucypandora.com Discord: lucypandora.com/discord === RELEASE RATE === 🔹 new chapter every day at a random time

Brock says, walking up to my locker, and I frown. “Nah,” I say, not really interested in making conversation with this asshole. He cocks his head and points towards the door. “The faggot.” As soon as he says this, my head whips back, and I look straight into Liam’s bruised face. The swelling around his eyes has gone down, but the bruising around his nose and eyes will still be there for a while. He looks straight ahead as he walks with a pained expression on his face. No matter how many pain pills you take, a broken rib still hurts like a motherfucker.

thought Yu Liang sighing, as he regretted that such an interesting world had fallen into the cliché of a Dark BL. This beginner world was very good, what was Dark BL was a problem of the characters and not the world itself. This world is a mix of martial arts and the modern world. The powerful families of this world were all descendants of powerful immortals and even the large financial conglomerates or IT companies, they had connections with former martial artists.

This someone has been forgetten back then, this someone destroyed me before. But today, he will dominate me again, hunt me and become his obsession this time. In Vlaze Kingdom, I am the Vampire's Obsession. NOTE: This story is a work of fiction. Names, Places, Incidents are only imagination of Author. Any resemble real names, places, co-events and locals are just coincidental. Thank you! God bless! Ps: plagiarism is a crime

His eyes danced from one stack to another like a kid in a candy store. Roman smiled. “I brought everything I could find from the store. I wasn’t sure which volumes you had already.” Lucien still couldn’t speak. His eyes landed on a separate pile covered with a silk cloth. Roman walked over and lifted the cloth like he was unveiling treasure. “I also brought your favorite... the BL comics.” Lucien whipped his head around, startled. “Wait—what?” Roman raised a brow, amused. “Boys Love. You read them a lot.” Lucien’s face turned red instantly. “H-how do you know that?”

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.

] A light novel [Light Novel] [A light novel or, LN which originated from Japan. It is a novel which the Japanese created. It has an average length of 50,000 words for every volume. Light novels are illustrated with an anime and manga art styles or, simply, LN does not only focus base on texts but in arts also; sketches and artworks of the characters, events, and settings, etc. are being drawn within the book. It is published online and offline. Its purpose is to catch the reader’s attention because an is easy to read and understand.] Upon the book cover, there was a phrase with a distressing scene, A man and a woman quarrelling from each other.

The woman's smile faded. “You were created in my world.” “I was born there.” “You belong there.” “No.” Lyra's eyes glowed. “I belong with my sister.” The woman looked at Elara. “Sister.” Her expression became curious. “So the bond survived.” Elara's chest tightened. “What bond?” The Creator of Flame laughed. “You really don't know.” “Know what?” “That you were created from all four worlds.” Elara had heard it before, but hearing it from one of the creators made it feel more real.

The houses were simple wood and stone, and the people who lived there worked hard and slept lightly. Everyone knew the truth about the border. Demons crossed it. Sometimes in the night. Sometimes in the open. Adrian had been eight the first time he saw one. He remembered the smell more than anything else. Smoke. Blood. Burning wood. His mother had shoved him beneath the floorboards of their home while screaming for him not to make a sound. He could still remember the way her hands shook as she pushed the loose plank back over him. “Don’t come out,” she whispered.