MTL - Never Marry a Man With Two Tintins - v2 Chapter 19

Liam, a teenager plagued by low self-esteem and the target of relentless bullying at school, faces a grim reality. On his way home one fateful day, his life takes a tragic turn when he's struck by a hit-and-run driver, left to die alone on the street as the world seemingly forgets him. As he feels his life slipping away, he closes his eyes, believing it to be his end.To his astonishment, Liam awakens not in death but back in his modest home, the only legacy left by his late mother. As he opens his eyes, a strange, ethereal message appears before him:[World Conquerer System Awakened][Conquer The World §¢¥% Error][System Reboot][Lust System Awakened][Mission - Conquer The World and its beauties]Now endowed with an enigmatic system that promises power and allure, Liam's life is given a second chance with a purpose far beyond his wildest dreams. The Lust System grants him abilities to charm and conquer, turning his once-dull existence into a quest for dominance. With a new resolve, Liam sets out to transform from the school's underdog to its master, navigating through challenges, rivalries, and the complexities of power and desire.His journey will see him rise from obscurity, using his newfound abilities to not only avenge his past humiliations but to claim the hearts and loyalties of those around him, aiming to become the unrivaled number one in this world where beauty, power, and conquest intertwine.Shameless Mc/Milf/Smut/Harem/beauty/system/No Yuri/No Ntr/Overpowered

The ancient Buddha's head was stolen by a monster with a human body and a sheep's head.The Ghost buried an eye in the Buddha's temple, and from then on, the world's fire was extinguished, and darkness engulfed the continent.To combat the Ghost' invasion, the gods of day and night were born between heaven and earth.This is a narrative passed down for generations by storytellers.What was the true nature of the ancient Buddha, the Ghost, and the wandering gods of day and night on the once great continent?Perhaps, traces can be found in a troupe named 'Zhou Family Troupe.'The Zhou Family Troupe,is a troupe that performs operas specifically for the dead...

What does it feel like when you have a best-selling detective fiction author for a boyfriend?

Whenever you offend him, he would look at you disdainfully, “A character molded after you could only ever appear in my novel as a deceased victim.”

Whenever you seriously offend him, he would threaten you, “The very next victim who dies in my novel would be named after you.”

Whenever you seriously, seriously offend him, he would add on to the previous threats, “Furthermore, the victim would have died at the hands of an extremely perverse and twisted serial killer, and would have suffered an extremely painful and terrible death.”

But, by a stroke of coincidence, if you happen to be this best-selling author’s editor, he need not resort to the above mentioned tactics. In fact, all he has to do is one, single thing –
-Delay the submission of his draft.

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The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”