The Portal of Wonderland - Volume 2, Chapter 527 A Rise in Fame

Son of a bitch! I just finished this godawful fantasy novel, and now I'm knee-deep in it – as David, the disgraced son of the Solarian Empire's top general! Talk about some twisted cosmic joke. But hold on a damn minute... maybe this isn't all bad. Armed with the knowledge of that trashy plot, I can become the ultimate shadow player, an overlord perhaps. Screw the damsel-in-distress harem too – it's time to pull the strings and become the real power behind the throne. This isekai might be a steaming pile, but I'm rewriting the ending with a little more... Debauchery (wink wink).

Yun Yuwan carelessly lost Wen Yangzhi's letter, but the foreign butler assured her with certainty, “That was a love letter.”She had been secretly in love with Wen Yangzhi for many years, and upon learning it was a love letter, she returned home overnight.Clutching the hope that he also liked her, she began to respond.At the dinner table, he said, “Come sit here”She ended up sitting on his lap, dressed in suit pants.When he renovated his newly bought villa, she playfully said she didn't like the crystal chandeliers.Some time later, his assistant told her:The letter Wen Yangzhi had sent was not a love letter at all, but a nine-figure check, intended as a birthday gift.The assistant laughed distantly, “Director Wen can't even be bothered to buy gifts, how could you think he liked you, Miss Yun?”—Long afterward, when Yun Yuwan brought up the incident with shame,Wen Yangzhi didn't reply, he just sparked his lighter, a tiny flame dancing on his handsome face, appearing indifferent and aloof.He never said it wasn't a love letter,Not all love letters contain sweet nothings,At least Wen Yangzhi's didn't.He wouldn't do something so cheap and insincere.Knowing that the men who approached her were after her money.He simply wanted to tell her.Her bit of money, he didn't care for it.—A nine-figure check expires in ten days, I've waited for you for ten years, undying affection still clouds my senses.—Self-loving, beautiful heroine x man whose bark is harder than his biteIndependent brand florist x pioneering bankerTheme: Adults don't deal in pretense

In the Heart’s Kingdom, a kingdom where vampires reign and humans were nothing but livestock, Lilou, a peasant, found herself being preyed upon by the worst maniacal vampire of his kind. However, as terrifying as what he addressed her as his ‘reserved meal’, this vampire also called her his bride!

Except:

My eyes brood with fear, gazing at the still-beating heart in his hand. “My Lord, pardon me but… is this the bloody proof you promised to show me?” I asked, my voice shook as I gulped down whilst struggling my trembling knees from giving away.

“Mhm… do you now believe I’m good at capturing hearts?” The silver-haired man, bearing those menacing pair of deep crimson eyes stared proudly at me after a nod. I gasped when he clenched his hand and squeezed the fresh heart to smithereen.

“Yes, milord. You’re good at it, literally.” I’m mortified, watching the pieces of the heart fall as he approached. His every step made me take a step back until my back reached a solid pillar.

“Huh,” Samael chuckled briefly, stopping in front of me. His long, pointy nails that were covered with blood traced my elbow down to my hand. Gently, he clipped my forefinger in between his, guiding it before his lips. “Did I pass your test, though?” He asked, the sharp tip of his nail played over the tip of my finger.

I stared at his penetrating gaze as I reluctantly answered, “Barely.”

He smirked, nodding in satisfaction before he pressed his nail on the tip of my forefinger that was quick to produce a drop of blood. “Such sweet aroma.” He whispered, placing my bleeding finger in his mouth and licked it with passion.

His menacing gaze never left mine as he consumed a bit of my blood. “Does that mean you’re accepting my invitation?” Keeping my finger in between his fangs, Samael inquired.

I bit my lower lip unconsciously, my heart within my chest drummed as my back broke into sweats. “But… I’m just…” I paused, hoping my answer would put an end to this. “… I’m just a human.”

Samael clicked his tongue, displeased at my response as he let my finger go. “No,” He whispered.

My entire body stiffened when he bent over, caressing my shoulder up to my neck by the apex of his nose, as his hot breaths prickled my skin.

“You're not just a mere human... you are my human.” He stressed before I sensed his lips part and the tip of his fangs against my skin.

I always had a question...“If an author created the world with words, but it came alive in the reader's mind, who truly owned the story–the one who built it, or the one who believed in it?”Will I finally get the answer?...A world that wasn't supposed to exist.A life that held no meaning.Why was I here?Inside a novel, inside the body of someone I wasn't supposed to be in, and... A world that made me question my existence at every step I took.What was my destiny?