I, the Supreme Overlord, Start by Enslaving the Zerg Queen - Chapter 112: The Serpent General, Zarathustra

This is a therapeutic romance novel that mixes psychology and science fiction.

Shiao Yi is an 18 years old boy from a war-torn future, he is badly injured while escaping his enemies and wakes up in a strange, old-fashioned world with no technology—only magic, swords, and monsters.He’s saved by a kind but mysterious knight named Dominic and taken to a stone fortress where people think he’s just a lost child.As he heals and tries to hide who he really is, Shiao Yi slowly realizes he may have ended up in another world.With no idea how he got there or if he can ever return, he must learn to survive, understand magic, and figure out if this strange new place could be his chance to live a real life—for the first time ever.

Zhou Heng drank too much wine, and woke up to find that he had time-traveled, and there was a beautiful woman lying beside him. Just when Zhou Heng, a bachelor of ten thousand years, wanted to take charge, he suddenly discovered that this woman who had a relationship with him was called Sadako, and she was the Sadako in Midnight Ring.

Sadako is just Sadako, pretty and human, but the memories that come out one after another make Zhou Heng discover that his name is Takeo Saeki, and he is the husband of Kayako in the Grudge of the Great Evil Spirit.

Later, at work, Zhou Heng discovered that his female colleague had a strange identity. The daughter of his client, Mimiko Mizunuma, had always been very interested in him when she came into contact with him.

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In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself.Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans.***He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. “So, you laugh?” His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. “Hades, I—”“But you only laugh at other men's jokes,” he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. “Not your husband's.” The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us.A nervous chuckle escaped me. “You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake.”In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. “You can’t laugh at my jokes...” he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, “but you’ll come with my fingers.”I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment.“I don’t need your laughter,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “I’ll have every other part of you instead.”