Damn The Author - Chapter 25: The Battle of Dominion[3]

The jeers followed her like a persistent shadow. “Murderer!” the crowd screamed, their faces contorted in a grotesque parody of the adoration she once commanded.Just months ago, they had screamed her name, their voices a deafening roar as she shimmied across the stage, a beacon of light and pop perfection. Now, their cheers had morphed into venomous hisses, their eyes burning with a hatred that chilled her to the bone.Noelle clutched her lawyer's arm, his face a mask of grim determination. The cameras flashed, capturing her every move, every tremor of fear. The headlines screamed: “Pop Princess Plummets: Noelle Accused of Murder.” The irony wasn't lost on her. Her life, once a carefully constructed fairytale of fame and fortune, had become a grotesque tragedy.The trial was a circus. The whispers, the sneers, the relentless scrutiny – it was a constant assault on her senses. Her once loyal fans, the ones who'd plastered her face on their bedroom walls, now reveled in her downfall. They devoured every salacious detail, every whispered accusation, every tear she dared to shed.The verdict was a foregone conclusion. Guilty.Noelle watched the judge pronounce the sentence, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief and despair. Death by lethal injection.‘At least they did not give me the electric chair’ she thought to herself in a poor attempt at humor.Months later, a solitary figure knelt at her grave, the wind whipping at his hair. Rain lashed down, mirroring the tears that streamed down his face.“I'm sorry, Areum,” he sobbed, his voice hoarse with grief. “I'm so sorry I was too late.” He clutched a single, wilted rose, its petals stained crimson, a poignant reminder of the life that had been brutally extinguished.Noelle is a bright star who has the world at her feet, she feels no guilt about being the other woman coming between a husband and his wife. After all, Evan had been in love with her since they were teenagers. The only reason he married Ma-Ri was because his family demanded it, if he had a choice he would surely have picked her…When she gets wrongfully accused of murdering Ma-Ri, she loses everything and is sentenced to death, everyone including Evan turn against her and she is left to die a miserable death.She is reborn and this time she faces the humiliation of being the woman who is being cheated on. She is determined to end the cycle and not let the future she had seen come to pass, she decides to step out of the picture and focus on her career.In doing so, everything changes, Evan clings to her and refuses to let her go, a mysterious stranger who has been studying her also steps in and decides to fight for a chance to be with her.

[Warning: Mature Content(BL/Mpreg)]On the frontier planet Solaris-10, Zach, a businessman, runs the galaxy's most unconventional ranch/maternity ward. His employees are a bunch of homeless aliens called Genmen who've found their calling as the universe's most sought after baby-makers and nectar producers.These alien dudes pop out babies easier than any human could, and their precious nectar comes with healing properties that drives pharmaceutical markets absolutely wild, keeping Zach's operation very, very profitable.It a mutual benefit, and everyone's winning: his Genmen get their daily needs. Zach gets to swim in profits. It's simply capitalism with a nursery attached, and Zach couldn't be happier with his unconventional but lucrative empire.But success breeds competition, and rival businesses are circling like vultures, eager to poach his most fertile employees with bigger contracts and better offers. They want his Genmen, they want his profits, and they'll stop at nothing to get both.Zach would rather die than see that happen. But protecting them in a world where everyone has a price might be harder than he ever imagined.*******Disclaimer!!!This book is packed with extremely explicit sexual content. It's made for readers who enjoy raw, uncensored material. You'll find graphic male/male encounters, hardcore scenes, and sexual content that pushes boundaries. It's dark, it's intense, and yeah, some might call it depraved.If you're under 18 or don't want to read about explicit gay sex, fetishes, and unfiltered carnal acts - DO NOT READ THIS BOOK!You've been warned. Reading beyond this point means you're a consenting adult who knows exactly what you're getting into. If you nevertheless choose to proceed and find yourself offended or disturbed, DO NOT BLAME THE AUTHOR.This is your final advisory. 18+ ONLY.Please take note: This is fiction. Everything in here came from imagination. Characters, places, events - all made up. Any connection to real people or events is pure coincidence.Let's begin...

Transmigrated into a xuanhuan Patriarch, this novel portrays the xuanhuan world as realistically as possible from the perspective of the Wang clan.There’s planting spiritual fields, raising spiritual fish, and the comprehensive development of various family industries. The Patriarch also raises salted fish elders (people who have no intention of doing anything) to become ancestors who assumed roles of protective umbrellas while inspiring his juniors to brave The Holy Land Palace of Learning in order to excel.Transmigrated into a xuanhuan Patriarch, this novel portrays the xuanhuan world as realistically as possible from the perspective of the Wang clan.There’s planting spiritual fields, raising spiritual fish, and the comprehensive development of various family industries. The Patriarch also raises salted fish elders (people who have no intention of doing anything) to become ancestors who assumed roles of protective umbrellas while inspiring his juniors to brave The Holy Land Palace of Learning in order to excel.

In a fantasy world where martial artists can split mountains and creeks with a wave of their hand and break rivers with a kick, there exists a little restaurant like this.

The restaurant isn’t large, but it is a place where countless apex existences will rush into.

There, you can taste egg-fried rice made from phoenix eggs and dragon blood rice.

There, you can drink strong wine brewed from vermillion fruit and water from the fountain of life.

There, you can taste the barbecued meat of a ninth grade supreme beast sprinkled with black pepper.

What? You want to abduct the chef? That’s not going to happen, because there’s a divine beast of unfathomable level, the Hellhound, lying at the entrance.

Oh, that chef also has a robotic assistant that killed a ninth grade supreme being with a single hand and a group of crazy women whose stomachs were conquered.