I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today - Chapter 462 - : The Last Minute

How wise is it to make an enemy of the divine. In the end, there a fine line between the divine and human...and to cross it is the biggest taboo a living thing can commit.But this was one Tabbo he was willing to cross._________Kyle Armstrong was a man who could do anything...in his past life. He climbed up to the pinnacle of power using his sheer determination and ruthlessness. However, because of God's who did not want the likes of him around, he failed.Everything was supposed to be over for him...until he got a second chance at life. However, there was a catch-he was throne in a new world that was similar, yet different to his previous one.Here, he must occupy the body of a Useless noble master and regain all he has lost....while also battling all the people who want him out of the way to claim his inheritance.The battle to glory and godhood is not an easy one, and the road is filled with lood. But Kyle has already overcome all this once. A second time will pose to not be a problem for him.______r18 is mainly gore...and MC's tendencies. You have been warned.

“Heart wants to love but fears the fate of being left alone.”

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He Jian I loved you more than anything in my whole life. To the point that it became poison for me.

Now in this life, I loved myself. I sealed my heart for you. Then why are you not leaving me alone? Why are you constantly pulling me into your life.? Why do your eyes have something else other than disgust for me?

Did you not hate me?

What has changed?

You or Me?

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Excerpt

A gentle kiss fell on her lips and a shiver ran down her spine.

“I love you.”

Her heart pounded fiercely inside her chest. These words. Oh, how she wished to hear them in her last life. She might have fainted from happiness if she had heard them at that time. But now, they didn’t bring that happiness to her heart. They only brought fear, confusion and anger, and so many questions.

“How can you…” She whispered more to herself.

How can he love her?

He heard her and stroked her cheek. The touch was so gentle that it made her feel as if she was a precious treasure. It made her feel loved.

She raised her head to look at him. The usual ice-cold-blue eyes were filled with smiles as he asked her.

“Why can’t I?”

She swallowed realizing how those eyes still affected her, realizing how weak she was. Tears surfaced through her eyes and she saw him panicking. He tried to wipe them gently as she whispered.

“You can’t……..you just can’t.”

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Mo Roulan spent her whole life chasing after the man she loved with her whole heart. At the time of her death, when she didn't see even an ounce of sorrow in his eyes, her heart was filled with sorrow.

She was reborn. This time she vowed to make different choices and change her destiny. Hiding the past in her heart, this time she chose her family. But what will she do when the same past is back pounding on the doors of her heart, ready to break the walls she had surrounded her heart with.

Will she give it a chance or will she continue to hide those feelings inside her heart?

Read on to find out what wins. Her fear or His love?

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Warning - The story has side couples who are homosexual and hence has the LGBT tag. The story will also concentrate on those couples as well as the main couple. If you don't like to read BL and GL then please leave it but don't leave disgusting comments about homosexuality.

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Oh Kang-Woo suddenly fell into Hell one day. The only things he had were his desire to live and the Authority of Predation. He devoured hundreds of thousands of demons from the First Hell all the way to the Ninth Hell, and even made the seven princes of Hell bow down to him.

“Why are you trying to go back? You already have everything that you could possibly desire here in Hell.”

“I have everything? Like what?”

There was nothing to eat or enjoy! The only things in Hell were desolate lands and hideous demons!

“I’m going back.”

He finally goes back to Earth after ten grueling millennia.

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Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.