Kaiju No 8 Novel

"I can't feel pain until I met you" Ten Crayson is a son of a multi-billionaire and the only heir of the fifth-teen companies of Crayson. He is special because of his congenital analgasia or CIP-- he cannot feel pain and loss his senses. He is the legendary of the BGW University where nightmares are true and touchable, and do troublesome activities with the three gangs. In a twist of destiny, Ten met a handsome but softhearted man named Krist De Vera who was also the owner of De Vera Group of Companies Incoporated and the rival of the Crayson. In the presence of Krist, Ten slowly knows his past that even Krist himself doesn't know about. He slowly fell in love with him and brings a new chapter of his life that changes how he see the world around him.

copyright (Warning this is a dark God and Goddess novel. This is all war and manipulation. It won't be pretty at times and it may make your cringe but every scene has a purpose. You just have to keep reading to find out more) Mazaya(masaya) is the goddess of wisdom and creation she's anything but normal. she's emotionally unstable because She holds too much power. She's the only God that was born with a dark god and light God parent. It was never heard of before her. So that explains why she is the most powerful God in existence. Right? Not really because nothing is as it seems. Gods are manipulating each other left and right to prevent complete control. Things you think you know turn out to be a spell caused to protect the world. The only truth is the what they are living now. The past could be lies and there's only one way to find out the truth, to go along Mazaya's journey. One thing is true though She only has one weakness and when the most powerful Gods find it out they work to exploit it so they can control everything. The person who possesses her rules all. Will Mazaya be a pawn in this war against Gods or will she be able to free herself from some of the most ruthless Gods in existence. It' starts off slow but once you get into it it heats up and gets intense. nothing is as it seems in a world full of the most powerful gods. There will be sex scenes and at times it will seem out of there but this is a world of Dark Gods not weak mortals. And what is the way to ones soul? sex and manipulation.

結婚式の準備は、いよいよ最後の段階――ウェディングドレスの試着に入っていた。 ドレスに着替えた私・市川京子（いちかわ きょうこ）を見て、婚約者の山尾亮人（やまお りょうと）が不意に口を開いた。 「京子、正直に言っていいかな？お前のスタイルは普通だから、ビスチェタイプのドレスは似合わないよ」 顔に張り付いていた笑みが凍りついた。私は彼に問い返す。 「じゃあ、誰なら似合うの？」 亮人は私の視線を避け、不自然な様子で答えた。 「それは……モデルとかさ」 「どこのモデル？」 私は彼をじっと見つめた。 彼は小さく息を吸い込み、平静を装おうとした後、何でもないことのように笑って見せた。 「どこのって、この店の担当の赤松雅美（あかまつ まさみ）ちゃんだよ」 私はそれ以上追求せず、冷静にドレスを脱ぎ、私服に着替えた。 結婚式まであと三日。 私はその「雅美」という女に会わなければならない。

I woke up inside a novel, and not even as an important character. I became a pretty background extra in a smut novel. My brother, however, was the only normal person in the entire story. His character setting was the one man the soft, delicate heroine could never win over. He was the cold, unattainable Prince Charming she could never conquer. When the heroine cried and confessed her love, he was studying. When she offered him her whole heart and body, he was busy starting a company. When she spiraled into scandals and nightlife, he was already a billionaire, calm and untouchable. I thought he would live a quiet, ascetic life forever. Until one night, I walked in on him at midnight… holding a piece of clothing I recognized all too well, murmuring a name over and over, a name so familiar that my scalp tingled.

After being humiliated by her fated mate, the Alpha’s golden son, and called a worthless omega in front of the entire Moonglow pack, Tiara’s world collapses. Even her favorite comfort, reading her beloved comic Hockey Star is Obsessed With Me, can’t save her from her pain. But one wish, saved through tears, changes everything. Tiara wakes up inside the comic’s story, in the body of the tragic heroine doomed to fail the one man who ever loved her: Luke Thorne, the immortal hockey star who hunts under the moon. She knows this story. Every twist. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. But this time, she’s determined to rewrite the ending, to save Luke and maybe heal her own shattered heart. But Tiara soon discovers she’s not the only soul who doesn’t belong in this world… and some people will do anything to keep the story playing out as it was originally written.

I was never a novel person. Honestly? I couldn’t care less about them. That is, until “Three Hearts, One Love”... the reverse harem novel that took over the world… shoved itself into my life. Everywhere I turned: malls, newsfeeds, radios, TVs… Even the old lady at the bus stop was raving about it. Out of pure annoyance… and a little curiosity… I bought a copy, planning to skim it just enough to say it was overrated. Big mistake. Huge. One minute I was rolling my eyes at the melodrama, the next I woke up inside the story — not as the beloved heroine, of course. No, fate made me Luna Graves: the pathetic and miserable, jealous best friend doomed to crash and burn spectacularly by the end of the novel. With no way out, I figured I'd play my part, die dramatically, and call it a day. But then something weird happened. Scenes shifted. Strangers walked onto the page. And the swoon-worthy male leads? They stopped chasing the heroine... and started chasing me. Me. The villain. This wasn’t in the script... and I was definitely not ready.

ในโลกนี้ไม่มีใครสามารถย้อนกลับไปแก้ไขความผิดพลาดในอดีตได้ มนุษย์จึงจำเป็นต้องเรียนรู้การให้อภัย การให้อภัยทำให้ตระหนักถึงความมนุษย์ในฐานะสิ่งมีชีวิตที่ไม่มีวันสมบูรณ์แบบ ทุกคนมีโอกาสทำเรื่องผิดพลาดได้ทุกขณะ แต่ความผิดพลาดเหล่านั้นสามารถเรียนรู้ ทำความเข้าใจและหลีกเลี่ยงไม่ให้เกิดกระทำผิดซ้ำในอนาคต เมื่อปล่อยวางอดีตไว้ได้จะทำให้มีเวลาโฟกัสกับสิ่งสำคัญในชีวิตมากขึ้น เป็นการให้โอกาสตัวเองใช้ความผิดพลาดเป็นประสบการณ์ เรียนรู้ที่จะเติบโตและก้าวไปข้างหน้าโดยไม่เสียใจและเจ็บปวดอีกต่อไป นิยายเรื่องนี้จะพาคุณนักอ่านพบกับเรื่องราวความรัก ความแค้น และความผูกพันของตัวละครที่เป็นโศกนาฎกรรมความรัก และเป็นเรื่องแรกของผู้เขียน นาม “ลันลาบายหมายเลขแปด” เรื่องราวจะเป็นอย่างไร ฝากติดตาม และคอมเม้นท์ติชมกันได้เน่ออออ

I was reborn back to 1975, when the child in my womb was three months old. I did not tell anyone and quietly had an abortion. However, I still wrapped cotton around my belly every day, pretending the baby was still there. In my past life, my husband Declan Huxley's childhood sweetheart Jane Patton and I gave birth on the same day. She had a healthy, ordinary baby boy. But my child looked nothing like us—he was mixed-race, with features of the Valorian people. Declan and I were both locals, so there was no way our son could look like this. Enraged, Declan scolded me in front of everyone, accusing me of cheating on him and having a disgraceful affair with a Valorian. No matter how many times I explained, no one believed me, and I became the shameful woman everyone pointed at. Worse still, Declan reported me and handed in some foreign letters he found at home, which led to me being taken by federal agents and sentenced as a spy. I spent ten years in prison, and when I finally walked out, I was nothing but skin and bones. Meanwhile, Declan had climbed the ranks for his so-called loyalty to the country. He held Jane's hand and brought along my real son, Seth Huxley, then threw 500 dollars at me like it was charity. He said, "Back then, Jane was accidentally deceived by someone else and gave birth to that brat. Unlike you, she has a gentle nature and couldn't endure hardship, so I had no choice but to switch your children. "This money is payment for your ten years and your reputation. You have a criminal record, and I already filed for divorce long ago to be with Jane. Seth also thinks you're not worthy of me, so you better take care of yourself." Seth also looked at me with disgust. "Mommy Jane treats me very well, and she's not like you; she's never been to prison. I don't want a mother like you!" When I learned the truth, the fury was so overwhelming that I had a stroke and died in despair. In this new life, I want to see how they plan to scheme against me when the child is already gone.

I chase my six-year-old daughter out of the house on a cold winter day. I cut her new clothes to pieces and dirty her dainty little face with mud. Then, I give her all my savings. She looks at me tearfully and reaches out for me, wanting me to hold her. However, I harden my heart and push her away, saying, "Leave! Go to Bowen Group and look for their CEO, Logan Bowen. Show him my death certificate and your DNA test—he'll take you in." She sobs while looking at me. "Don't you want me anymore, Mommy? Let's go look for Daddy together." After a brief silence, I say, "I can't go with you. I lied to him back then to have you." Yes, I'm a liar. I orchestrated everything from meeting Logan, dating him, to ultimately leaving him with his child in my womb. Even the death certificate I've given my daughter is fake. From beginning to end, I've lied to him about everything except our daughter.

Fedora Smith was done with love. Finished. Buried. Betrayal had ripped out her heart and torched it—her boyfriend of four years and her best friend of twenty-five caught pants down on the very anniversary sheets she gifted him. And their excuses? “You’re not attractive anymore.” “You took too long to marry him.” Fine. If love was a game, she was rewriting the rules. Now, she runs The Bridal Fix, an elite agency providing fake marriages for a steep price—rent-a-bride services for men needing to fool their families, secure an inheritance, or stage the perfect breakup. Fifteen weddings, fifteen divorces—no strings, no mess. Just business. Until Judah Carlstone. He hires her like the rest—one contract, one wedding, one payday. But Judah asks too many questions. Looks at her too long. And when he smirks and says— "Tell me, Fedora… how does it feel to say ‘I do’ and not mean it?" For the first time in years, she has no answer. Because this was never supposed to feel real.