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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

***** Author’s Note The story of Roberto and Zeth would be available on another platform, please go to your browser and search for: Wanting the Barbarian, my addiction I can’t mention the name of the platform here, but if you find it, please help others find it by putting it in the comment section. I will announce it on I.n.s.t.a.g.r.a.m Upcoming books: Roberto and Zeth’s story Bruno Junior’s story (This is going to be very dark and depressing) Then….. a new Werewolf book, are there any readers who love the rejected mate troupe?

“I’m in your depth, and I pay my respect, God Ophiuchus.” Satisfied, and where HE expects it from the shard soul of Ai, and within the world and book that lies within the very center and the prison of the seven-original sin from the primordial times. HE accepts, then introduces HIMSELF. “Zero. In this void, world and time. I am named Zero. Given by my princess and the one I swear to protect.” “What favor could this be for letting me into your presence, God?”

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

“So, can we do it again next time?” Zero grinned. “No.” “B-But… I’m good—you enjoyed it,” she uttered, seeming desperate. Zero pinched the bridge of his nose. ‘Why do women beg for another session with him? He’s started to get tired of those women. Then you should stop fucking them all, shouted the corner of his mind which makes him shake his head. Great! After fixing himself. He then left the woman to get back to his condo. He badly needed a proper rest. He’s already drained as he fucked five women in a row.

Today was not any different, I was curled up on the couch, reading the same historical book I have been reading for the last few days. The book is quite interesting and helpful, shedding a bright light on the history of werewolves and their settlements in City San Zero hundreds of years ago. It encompasses the wars, the fallen Alphas and their deceased fated mates. The past Lunas. The list of conquered territories. “Omega, it’s time for your lunch,” Remi chirps happily as she easily settles on her knees, placing the tray of food on the centerpiece. I push myself up, dropping the book beside me.

Gilbert asked, sitting opposites in his chair. Nathan tiredly inclined his head to look at him, “I’m fine. Just that I can’t find big bro Zeth since awhile ago, and the series I am currently reading were already finished. Author Crossfinger is really great. Ugh I felt empty right now, I want to see Zeth.” Just after he mentioned it, Zitrey emerge in the entryway walking towards them. Hands are in the pants pocket. She just simply walked there with her casual clothes of an oversized black T-shirt and a pants yet all the air that surrounds hers were like shouting she’s cool and handsome.

Rowen asked, looking from me to Raziel. “Rayne is a Reaver with Wolf focused abilities.” Raziel finally said. Neither brother said anything, but the slow inhale from Rowen, and the subtle seat shift from Ramses, told me everything I needed to know. These tiny, nonverbal cues conveyed a wealth of information, hinting at the complex, simmering tensions that lay just beneath the surface.

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit

Slowly, the lingering ghosts of his three years of unemployment—the polite rejections, the humiliating coldness of the Hartwell estate, the quiet self-doubt that had eroded his confidence—began to burn away, replaced by a calm, unshakable certainty. Ethan Vale wasn't broken. He wasn't useless. His worth had never been zero. Actually, that number—zero—was his worth. Not as a measure of lack, but as an ideology, a truth he hadn't yet learned to claim. He was a Zerologist in the making, though the title meant nothing to him now, a stranger's word for a stranger's future. He simply didn't know it yet. The realization waited somewhere ahead of him, patient, inevitable, ready to reshape everything