Stealing Spree - Chapter 2193: Satisfactory Dinner

Alice is a 28-year-old software developer. She makes money, donates to charities, and even gives food to the homeless.But, in truth, she could not be sadder.She has no friends and she and her family have been estranged ever since she came out of the closet to them. She tries to distract herself from her problems, right up until she suddenly dies.It is not the end, though. Alice is asked to make 3 wishes, 3 things she'd wish for if she were to be reborn.Alice wishes for as many lovers as possible, a role in the world that means something, and a family that embraces her.Just like that, Alice awakens in another world as Melisa Blackflame, the firstborn daughter of a family of succubi. She decides to try to live life to its fullest here, vowing that, above all else, she will live a meaningful life and, finally, FINALLY, find love!What she doesn't know, however, is that she's about to find more of that than she can handle.

“Are you going to shoot me, baby?““Don“t tempt me.“.He killed her parents and left her orphaned. She lived all her life building her strength. She had one mission: revenge. Kill Anthony Murray at all costs. When she is assigned to go undercover and destroy his organization will she be able to keep herself from destroying him or will she jump in front of the bullets that are shot hi...

The Great Norther Wall. The Dragon Knights. The Lords of the Winter Mountains. The Descendants of the Primordial Dragon. These are the various titles of the Grand Ducal Clan Ragnar, which boasted a rich, thousand year history. Theo Ragnar resolved himself to aiming for the throne of that very same clan. ‘These cursed chains weren’t something I could slip out of. They were meant to be broken with strength.’

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.