The Anarchic Consort - Chapter 1305 - Bai Zhun was full of righteousness!

Mu Yue traveled to the world of Naruto and became an ordinary chuunin teacher at Konoha Ninja School and a member of the Root Organization.

Fortunately, after awakening the teacher system, you can become stronger by teaching.

In order not to become Danzo’s consumables, Mu Yue worked hard to teach and increase her strength.

“Complete the teaching rated A for the first time and receive the reward – mastery of fire attribute chakra properties change.”

“Under your guidance, Uchiha Shisui has worked hard to practice, and his overall strength has been greatly improved, and he has been rewarded – the Immortal Human Body!”

Under Mu Yue’s guidance, Zhishui understood that the village’s enemies were not necessarily other big countries, but could also be within the village. People who spoke righteously about the will of fire might not necessarily act in accordance with the will of fire.

Obito got rid of the title of being the weakest person in the ninja school, and Metkai became a master of physical skills even earlier…

- Description from novelbuddy

Five years ago, Violet Don was framed and accused of causing the death of Noah Bates's child. This led to Noah's sending her to prison and the downfall of her family. What he didn't know was that Violet was also carrying his child.Five years later, upon Violet's release, Noah corners her, demanding, “If you want your child, come and atone for your sins!”Violet smiles, “You can let him call anyone mom.”Noah, filled with hatred, says, “After five years in prison, how can you still be so cruel!”“Yes,” Violet's eyes redden as she smiles, “In your eyes, I'm a murderer.”Later, he finds out that he has owed her an apology all along. But by then, she no longer cares...

Cheng Zhu, a young and accomplished individual, stumbled upon a question online: 'If you had the chance to be reborn and go back to the past, would you take it?'As someone recognized in his circle for having the most 'spirit', Cheng Zhu scoffed at the thousands of comments from people wishing for rebirth.He responded with a simple 'No', alongside a screenshot of his impressive bank balance.But in the next moment... he was reborn!

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.