I Become Baby Mafia Boss - Chapter 1605 "Merits For Ainsley "

The first meeting was at a small bar. A friend nudged his arm, smiling somewhat suggestively: A woman like Daisy Ginger should be kept in a vase, constantly admired, and toyed with at any moment.At that time, she seemed to be drunk and was persuaded by her friend to take to the dance floor and perform a dance.He propped up his face, watching the glamorous woman with casual indifference under the dazzling lights.Daisy Ginger.The name is spicy enough.The figure.Also spicy enough.Banyan City’s young Master Wen, afflicted with a severe illness, was deemed by doctors at birth to not live past the age of thirty. He lived capriciously up to the age of twenty-five, never imagining he’d encounter such a dilemma in his lifetime—if he were to die, what would happen to the little demon at home who creates chaos and mischief without his protection, and ends up bringing harm upon herself when he’s no longer there to shield her?

Are you a crazy person who is utterly bored of seeing Shonen characters who know what to do at any point of the Series? And also the fact that there boring? Do you want to see blood and a ruthless manic character who hate humans? Or are you really a manic, like the mc to see blood scatted across the world as heads go flying left and right. Do you want to see a character raise up to be the greatest and actually put effort and hard work to raise up and not just get lucky and suddenly the MC is overpowered as fuck? Well I mean sure this guy is going to be overpowered at some point but the normal way well depends on what you define as normal.Sirus gets reincarnated as a demon in a fantasy world. Where you will see his loved ones die but also take revenge and does whatever he wants.... most likely. Sirus shall be known as The Great Demon King.After sheer effort and hard work unlike..... that Shonen character who didn't do shit.One day he will rule his own kingdom unlike any other Kingdom and he will do this with bloodshed or without it. And there will definitely be bloodshed, and flying heads or something.It will be a long journey but he will not fail! Of course, he won't because he's the protagonist, but life isn't a walk in a park so some shit is bound to happen.You're still here? Well go and fucking read the novel![Mature Language][Use Of alcohol][Gore, intense violence][Strong Language][Mature Humour][Abuse]Viewer discretion is advised] Mature 17+

[ Caution: High Heat Advisory ]“Harper, stop undressing me with your eyes. The plot isn’t going that way… YET.”Harper McKenzie, a newbie web novel author, has a problem — she struggles with romance scenes. As someone with almost nonexistent real-life experience in the matter, she can’t get the intimate chemistry right, and those chapters always come out dry and cringy.Fortunately for her, Harper finds a freelance editor willing to workshop her writing. But the surprise? That editor turns out to be her childhood friend and the very first crush of her life.What happens now when he offers her personal lessons on how to write the hottest romance … and love scenes?--------------Note: this is a fun, cozy, sweet story with a low-drama plot. No love triangles, no misunderstandings, no memory loss / car accidents / terminal illnesses / etc.. Mature content abounds, starting out soft but heats up quickly. You’ve been warned!--------------Sneak Peek:He slid her bra over her shoulders and, with impossibly quick and skilled work, tied the lacy garment around her wrists. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.Harper’s already faltering heartbeat faltered some more. The command in his tone was foreign, but it crashed over her like a heat wave, and even though she could barely begin to picture how salacious she must look, with her hands bound and thighs spread wide like an offering to be ravished, she could feel the scorching need coiling hotter and hotter in her core. Her body obeyed eagerly on its own accord, bringing herself fully open just like she was told.Eli grinned. Moving between her legs, he trailed hot kisses along her inner thigh, leaving sizzling little fires crackling in its wake. “Good girl. Now, what should your character say next?” A finger glided over her wet and wanting flesh in a slippery stroke, making her heart slam to a hard stop as a moan tore free. “Write the next line for me, what should I say before I unravel you with my tongue and make you scream my name?”