Fortune Teller Master - Chapter 3.1: Poor fortune teller Part 1

Netori - Mc only steals other womanKyle’s life was a downward spiral of betrayal and boredom. After being cheated on by his girlfriend, he gave up on everything, drowning himself in his favorite escape: an 18+ harem-themed online game. He had planned to play the finale of the game before ending it all, but fate had other plans for him.Just as he was about to log in for the final time,An unexpected prompt appeared on the screen:[Now choose: Will you be reincarnated into another world? Y/N]With no attachments to his old life, Kyle clicked “Yes ”without hesitation.[You have only one wish. What will you wish for?]A wicked smile spread across Kyle's face as he typed his wish:“I want to be the one who takes everything others hold dear in NTR situations.”And so, his second life began in a world of swords, magic, and beautiful women. Armed with two overpowered NTR skills, Kyle is ready to conquer, seduce, and rewrite his destiny. This time, the tables have turned,he will be the one taking what others treasure most.---If you’re into 18+ spicy adventures with plot-driven twists, this book is for you! Dive into a smutty fantasy world filled with harem building, forbidden desires, and magic battles.What You’ll Find Here:- Lemons you won’t forget- NTR (to others) drama done right- Harem building with real chemistry- Worldbuilding full of magic and mystery- Complex characters with dark motives- Just the right balance of plot and spice---Author’s Note:Hey readers, thank you for checking out my first smut novel! While there are plenty of steamy scenes, the story comes first. Expect character growth, a compelling plot, and lots of twists and turns to keep you hooked. If you enjoy this, please vote with your power stones,it motivates me to keep writing and improving. Your support means the world!Don’t miss out on Kyle’s chaotic, spicy journey!Sex Sex Sex Sex

They call him Ghost.A name whispered in fear across warzones, black markets, and underworld circles.To the world, he's a phantom—a faceless mercenary who leaves no trace but bodies in his wake.To his enemies, he’s a death sentence.To his brothers-in-arms in Graveyard, he’s family.But to himself... he's a haunted man searching for a past stolen in gunfire and smoke.After a flawless mission deep in the Eastern Province, Ghost returns to the hidden forest base he's called home for sixteen years. Yet the victory is short-lived. His foster father, the commander delivers an unexpected order:“That was your last mission.”Now, Ghost—real name Miles Sterling—must step out of the shadows of war and into a world he’s never known. Guided only by a scarred letter, a fading memory, and the voice of a woman he hasn’t seen since the day everything was taken from him.But war forged more than his body and name.Behind the mask, behind the scars, Miles has another secret.One he’s kept hidden even from his brothers in arms.He’s not just a weapon.He’s a ghost with a fortune—a hidden empire he built in silence, across borders and black markets, forged in strategy and blood.A man of many names, and many shadows.Beneath the bullets, tattoos, and silence lies a truth buried in ashes.And Ghost is about to dig it up—one letter, one enemy, one memory at a time.

“Aria,” he said softly. “Today is your birthday.”It wasn't a question, but I nodded nevertheless.“The moon is full tonight,” he added, his voice quiet. “You will attend the ceremony.”“Of course, Elder,” I replied, puzzled. All eighteen-year-olds attended the ceremony. It was essential.He leaned in, smelling gently. “You already feel it, don't you? ”The change.My heartbeat skipped. “What change?”Elder Malin's eyes narrowed. Interesting. “Very interesting.” He reached inside his pocket and retrieved a little pouch. “Wear this tonight.”I accepted it hesitantly. Inside was a simple moonstone pendant with a leather cord.“But this is for—”“Wear it,” he interjected. “Hide it under your clothes if you must, but wear it.”Moonstones were precious. They aided our connection to the Moon Goddess during ceremonies. However, they were only given to wolves from influential families (Alphas and Betas). Not Omegas like me.“Why?” I questioned.Elder Malin glanced at Mira before returning his attention to me. “Because someone is harboring secrets about you, child. And tonight, those secrets may be revealed.”I never mattered in our pack. Omegas like me serve, submit, and survive. We don't dream of love. We don't dream of power.She was the future Luna. I was just the girl who watched from the shadows.But everything changed on my 18th birthday.I felt the bond. I met my mate.One of the Alpha's sons.But the Alpha has triplets, and I felt the mate bond with all three and it seems the three of them felt it too — three perfect warriors, three powerful Alphas, three secrets buried beneath the surface.One of them is my destiny.One of them is lying.And one of them might be the death of me.The Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes... but this time, I think she might've given me too much to handle.

Four years ago, the first-ever Armageddon Class Anima appeared on Earth, destroying everything that it touched and threatening the lives of the entire world's population! But along with it came Superhumans that had the blessing of mana. They rose up to fight against the Armageddon, and leading them was the strongest Superhuman, KING.After two days and three nights of nonstop battle, KING gave his life to stop the Armageddon and give the Superhumans a fighting chance against the invading Anima, and everyone in the world remembers his good deeds and sacrifice!...Mark was just an average Superhuman living in City A. His daily routine was skipping classes and hanging out with his only two friends while hunting for Anima in secret whenever he could. But this easy life was not going to last for long as the hidden power he sacrificed a long time ago began to awaken once more![Initializing Superhuman System...][Recognizing Host... Host Recognized.][Parsing Constitution. Host Fully Healed. No Traces Of Residual Damage.]“Hello once again, Mark Vanitas. Has it already been four years?”