Miho the Killer - Chapter 22: Off The Record

The protagonist is the editor of a women’s literature website.

Because of his straightforwardness, he has offended many authors of Mary Sue novels who want to sign.

“Sorry, your writing is exaggerated, and has not yet reached the signing standard.”

“Sorry, the plot of your work lacks logic and has not yet reached the contracting standard.”

The resentment of the rejected authors of Mary Sue novels gathered to bring the protagonist to the world of Mary Sue’s novels.

This is not the worst. The worst thing is that these authors’ exaggerated and terrible descriptions were faithfully restored by the novel world.

The protagonist rushes to the speed of a hundred meters every morning, looking for a toilet in a huge villa with an area of 100,000 square meters.

The protagonist did not dare to shed tears, and even dared not yawn hard, because the tears in the book were all diamonds, and the eyes would be embarrassed when he cried.

When the protagonist is happy, rose flowers float on top of his head. When he is not happy, cherry blossoms fall on his head. The protagonist resolutely shaved himself, but set the overbearing, and the hair grew out after ten seconds.

The protagonist’s father recharges the bus card of the protagonist every time for 10 million yuan. The protagonist wants his father to buy him a Ferrari. His father kindly refuses because the author did not write it.

The worst thing is that the protagonist has been engaged to Murong, the son of the world’s largest consortium. Murong is from a mixed country of eighteen countries. He is one year older than the protagonist. He claims that when he was a month old, he fell in love with the protagonist who was still a fertilized egg. Every time the protagonist sees him, he wants to beat him out, but he still has to be soft in Murong’s arms to follow the plot.

This is actually a Mary Sue novel with an anti-Mary Sue coat…

- Description from Novelupdates

“You are my salvation and an answer to my cursed eyes.”------In a world of vampires, werewolves, and witches, a girl is born to be the bride of the vicious and bloodthirsty 300-year-old immortal Vampire Prince. The man who could never be enticed by any ethereal beauty till now suddenly has shown interest in a woman with a curse whom everyone abandoned.Alora Wilson, the eldest daughter of a high-noble human family, is born with the curse of an old powerful witch.It is the curse that burns the person into ashes if the person looks directly into her eyes. A curse that forces her to wear the blindfold since the moment she was born in this world.When the kids of her age enjoyed every small moment of their lives, she couldn't. No one loves to befriend her. Even her own father and siblings despise her.One day Magnus Lukeson, the Vampire Prince, enters her life– The man whom the entire kingdom is scared of. A man with only foes and no friends. A man who ventures his territory at night to take the fresh blood out of humans irrespective of the age or gender to quench his thirst.~~~~~The blindfold cascaded off Alora's eyes and her enchanted blue eyes met with Magnus' blood-red eyes.“You have enchanting eyes, Alora,” Magnus pronounced.No one ever said that to her. But no one could look into her eyes either. Only Magnus was the exception. The reason was still unknown to her.“Shall we begin the night?” Magnus asked for her permission.“Will His Highness give me love?” Alora asked. She was desperate to be loved. The feeling she could never get from her family and only heard in the words.“And how am I supposed to provide love to you?” Magnus queried since he was curious to know her thoughts.“Holding hands, hugging each other, sleeping together, and sharing thoughts. Isn't that how you shower love?” Alora innocently asked.Magnus ended up smiling to hear her explanation of love. He leaned down and kissed her lips, causing her to shiver from that sudden feeling. “This is the way I shower love,” Magnus pronounced, gazing into Alora's charming blue eyes.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”

Damien Castro, the God of Lust in the Thousand Starry Domain, was known for his unparalleled mastery of pleasure.His deeds you asked?The Immortal Lotus of the Heavenly Peak Sect, known for her beauty and swordsmanship, fell for his charm.The Frozen Lotus of the Silver Moon Clan, who's cold as ice, was turned into a soft woman.The Empress of the Phoenix Clan submitted to him both in body and spirit.The leader of the Heavenly Shadow Sect, once untouchable to all men, was claimed in just one day.Lastly, the Princess of the Spirit Blossom Sect had her heart stolen while he was just casually traveling.After failing to ascend the Heaven Breaker Tribulation, he died. But when all hope seemed lost, he suddenly awoke in the body of a young man who looked exactly like him, though malnourished.In his return, however, he found himself with a 10 times boost in everything he does. Read as how Damien challenges the heavens once again.