PREVIEW

... nt of the camera and was called away by Director Zheng.

The live broadcast of the president's office did not follow her out.

I just photographed Bao Ruanruan's surprised expression.

"Oh, I'll be right out."

After she finished speaking, she did not forget to put away the life-saving letter signed in front of Xue Bokang.

"Mr. Xue, in duplicate, and one has not been signed."

The package reminded softly.

Xue Bokang, unable to laugh or cry, concealed ...

YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
My Dad is Too StrongChapter 82
 134
4.5/5(votes)
ActionAdventureFantasyMartial Arts

The Return of the Heavenly Demon!I promised myself to live ordinarily for the rest of my life…….“Please be my father until I graduate.”He suddenly gained a daughter out of nowhere.

MTL - Not a Trainer This TimeChapter 387 Urgent help from Erif Cherry Orchard
 2.2k
4.5/5(votes)
Fan-Fiction

Naoki traveled to the Pokémon world to inherit a ranch, and gained the ability to use cooking to bring magical powers to Pokémon.

As a result, some strange changes occurred in the Pokémon in the ranch.

The big milk jug that can use [Super Roll] at 360 degrees without any blind angle, the motorcycle lizard that leaves afterimages everywhere it passes as fast as lightning, the twin-tailed super that can knock Kirby beasts away with one hammer Hercules the Forge…

——————

The wild trainer who learned the news came specially to challenge the practice.

Naoki: Has the challenger arrived?

Steward Rotom: Report to Lotto, he got into a fight with our milk cow Lotto.

- Description from novelbuddy

Limitless PitchChapter 118 Signal Iduna Nights
 168
4.5/5(votes)
SportsAdventureFantasy

Thiago has nothing—no money, no connections, not even shoes.Just raw talent, a dream, and a strange System only he can see.From the streets of Rio to the world stage, this is the story of a boy who plays to survive—and fights to rise.

My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroinesChapter 34 - Ytrisia’s Suspicion
 468
4.5/5(votes)
FantasyActionAdultHarem

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.