MTL - Pokémon World’s Male Mother - Chapter 691 no surprise no surprise

Mathew survived the entire two weeks of the apocalypse. A great score for someone blessed with brains over the brawn. Yet, even he fell after just fourteen days, giving his all to save the one person he cared for.

But why does a death looks like watching himself from the third person perspective? Is this the purgatory to watch over his own shoulders at the mistakes he made? A punishment for Mathew's sins to repeat those mistakes over and over again?

But wait, what are the three clocks in the corner of his vision, one of which only five minutes away from ticking out?

One sentence introduction: Do you love him? Even though he has a human-like face, he has the heart of a beast.

Mermaid Attack × Breeder Shou

One month after Boyce entered the Eureka Marine Research Center, the institute caught a blue male mermaid S-37.

A year later, Boyce became the breeder of this mermaid. After getting along for a while, Boyce found that the fierce and cruel mermaid in front of others was completely different when facing him…

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Someone asked: “Do you believe that mermaids have the emotion of love?”

Boyce said, “I believe it.”

S-37 asked: “What is liking?”

“I like it…you have minions that are enough to tear me apart, but you can retract your claws when you touch them.”

“what is love?”

“I showed my neck in front of you…”

……

The young experimenter was dragged into the pool by the mermaid. The mermaid restrained its minions, carefully circled the human with its tail, and whispered “I love you too” in his ear.

Ending Cookies: The Daily Life of Dragon Cubs

Content tags: strong fantasy space special liking karmic encounter

Search keyword: Protagonist: Boyce ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others: Mermaid

One sentence introduction: Mermaid attack & breeder suffer

Purpose: to protect marine life, and to live in harmony with nature

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In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself.Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans.***He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. “So, you laugh?” His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. “Hades, I—”“But you only laugh at other men's jokes,” he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. “Not your husband's.” The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us.A nervous chuckle escaped me. “You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake.”In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. “You can’t laugh at my jokes...” he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, “but you’ll come with my fingers.”I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment.“I don’t need your laughter,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “I’ll have every other part of you instead.”