The Apple of the Ruthless CEO’s Eye: My Sweet Wife Is so Adorable - Chapter 752 - : Su Chen’s Rage (1)

[Warning: This thing contains a bit too much bloodshed... so...]yes u saw the tags right, this is a mix of cultivation and tower so expect both the magic and cultivation in this.Villainous MC with a Personal system? if thats what u were looking for, you already got it!check the book out.-----Ye Tian was once just an ordinary human from Earth, living a mundane life. But fate had other plans for him.He was mysteriously transmigrated into the world of cultivation, a place where strength reigned supreme and power could shape reality. In this world, Ye Tian embarked on a dark path... the path of demons.After trillions of years of cultivation, he ascended to the pinnacle of power, becoming the Absolute Demon, feared and revered across the entire cosmos.His beauty was angelic, but beneath that flawless appearance lay the heart of a ruthless killer... a demon hidden in the guise of an angel.Countless races trembled at his name. He was a cold-blooded, merciless force of destruction, known for slaughtering without hesitation.Entire worlds were laid to waste at his feet. His cruelty knew no bounds, and his reign of terror spanned eons. Yet, for all his strength and dominance, there was no satisfaction.Ye Tian grew weary of the endless killing and ruling. Standing at the top, alone and bored, life had become empty... a never-ending cycle of bloodshed that no longer stirred his emotions.But everything changed one fateful day.In the blink of an eye, Ye Tian found himself back in his old body, back on Earth, as if the trillions of years he had spent cultivating were nothing more than a distant dream. However, this Earth was not the one he remembered. The world had changed.A giant Tower had appeared... like something out of the fictional fantasy stories he had read in his past life.And just as Ye Tian began to grasp this new world, a system window appeared before him...[Connecting to the Tower.]*****

BURN ME ALIVE IF YOU DIDN’T LIKE THIS BOOK...AFTER READING THAT IS Regressing back in time after sacrificing his life for someone undeserving someone who didn’t even shed a tear after his death just total blank. The person he begged for love rejected him every single time. Now, he returns to when he was 18 again. Looking at her face, he wants to try again, to fall in love with her once more, to want to... but no, he no longer wants to feel that pain again. Some feelings never change, but you have to leave them behind, right? And one life should be enough to try. He made a commitment to never love her again. This life is his chance to live for himself. But who knew he wasn’t the only one regressed? The ultimate black heart curse is broken... and time reverses. Avey: “Lucy, can we.” Tears in her eyes. Lucy: Looking blankly at him. Avey: “Can’t you at least give me one chance?” Lucian: Silently looking at her. what about other people who hurt him too: mother, sister, friend and ofc her Will he give up on love for his own peace, or will he be too afraid to feel that pain again?

Camilla Sanchez's life took a devastating turn when she lost her parents at a young age. Adopted by her uncle, she expected a loving home, but instead, she endured a nightmare. The situation worsened on her 24th birthday when she was forced into replacing her cousin, Clara, and marrying the ruthless cursed billionaire, Sinclair Luther.Camilla viewed the arrangement as a loveless contract marriage but it seemed fate had other plans. Camilla died tragically and her perspective changed as everything came into light.In a surprising twist, Camilla was reborn on the eve of her forced marriage.Given a second chance, Camilla must now decide: will she accept her fate as a replacement bride? Will she find love with Sinclair Luther? Or will this second life lead to another loveless, painful marriage?Dive into (title) to discover the answers.

“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.