I Just Won't Play By The Book - Chapter 611 - : Rock Spirit

She thought she was dead but she woke up inside a novel – to an extra who will die a year later.Not wanting to die like this, Alexa decided to tame the male protagonist in the form of a dog. Two years from now, the male lead will return to his human form. In the meantime, she was thinking of leaving the Grand Duchy after receiving the right pay for doing them a favour.The problem is that when the male lead returns to his human form, he forgot all his memories.“You have to remember me, okay? There’s no point in looking so cute. Promise me!”She told him many times because she didn’t want to mistakenly die by the male lead’s hands, who became a villain.But,“You told me to remember, so I remembered everything. Alexa.”Ysildus unbuttoned his jacket.“If there’s no other way to return that favour then I have to pay it with my body.”A cute puppy that grew up into a weird wolf.Damn, what did I raise?

Greed, envy, anger, gluttony, lust, sloth, prideThe 'Black Book' records seven sources of sin, which are also seven steps to ascend to godhoodOnce, I thought there would always be one sin suitable for meBut I never expectedEvery volume of the twelve military letters bears my name!

Changqing has always felt that she’s incomparable to Guan Ying in every aspect. Even though she is pretty and has a good family background, this world is nothing more than a world where Princes are more attracted to Cinderellas.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?