Empress of Otherverse - Chapter 183

[Science Eliminates Immortals] Fake Qi Practicing Phase cultivators: Casting fire and water magic, controlling flying swords to decapitate enemies from several tens of steps away, and possessing a shield magic tool for both offense and defense.Real Qi Practicing Phase cultivators: Driving a Type 99 main battle tank, equipped with a 125mm magic tool main gun pulled by Divine Sense, two 12.7mm anti-aircraft and anti-field magic tool machine guns corrected by Divine Sense, nine assorted electromagnetic missiles suspended at the rear of the tank, drawn together by Divine Sense, and four reconnaissance drones, bombing enemies to ashes from 20 kilometers away.Even more real Nascent Soul cultivator: Operating an Air-Space Mothership cluster, with a combat range spanning thousands of miles...

Ethan was living the dream—a loving family, loyal friends, top grades at the academy. Nothing seemed out of place… until he started growing up and found himself drawn to his own mother. That’s when their forbidden affair began. But one event led to another, and soon Ethan began to uncover the truth: the sweet life he thought he knew was nothing but a carefully buried lie—crafted by the very people he called his parents.If the Willows aren’t his real family… then who is he?What’s his true connection to the Willows—the family he once called his own?And what will Ethan do now that the truth is out?One thing’s for sure—he’s not going to play nice.[Disclaimer: This novel does not contain actual incest involving blood relatives or any NTR content.]MC Info:Ruthless • Pervert • Intelligent • Rizz King • Future Mafia EmperorTags:Smut • No NTR • Netori • Milf • Yandere • Mature • R18 • NSFW • Sex • Crime • Mafia • Gangsters • Hentai Vibes • Pregnancy • Domination Play • Psychological Games • Corrupting the Pure • Threesomes • Bloody Messes • Emotional Control

The financial market is swept up and down, and the crocodiles are annihilated in chatting and laughing.

The most successful investor in history, the peak of the mysterious existence. He is Bridgewater’s largest investor, and his earnings beat Renaissance Technologies. He pointed to John Paulson, who strangled Long-Term Capital Management.

Killing a person in ten steps without leaving a name for a thousand miles, he is the son of finance and the king of hedging!

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[ Caution: High Heat Advisory ]“Harper, stop undressing me with your eyes. The plot isn’t going that way… YET.”Harper McKenzie, a newbie web novel author, has a problem — she struggles with romance scenes. As someone with almost nonexistent real-life experience in the matter, she can’t get the intimate chemistry right, and those chapters always come out dry and cringy.Fortunately for her, Harper finds a freelance editor willing to workshop her writing. But the surprise? That editor turns out to be her childhood friend and the very first crush of her life.What happens now when he offers her personal lessons on how to write the hottest romance … and love scenes?--------------Note: this is a fun, cozy, sweet story with a low-drama plot. No love triangles, no misunderstandings, no memory loss / car accidents / terminal illnesses / etc.. Mature content abounds, starting out soft but heats up quickly. You’ve been warned!--------------Sneak Peek:He slid her bra over her shoulders and, with impossibly quick and skilled work, tied the lacy garment around her wrists. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.Harper’s already faltering heartbeat faltered some more. The command in his tone was foreign, but it crashed over her like a heat wave, and even though she could barely begin to picture how salacious she must look, with her hands bound and thighs spread wide like an offering to be ravished, she could feel the scorching need coiling hotter and hotter in her core. Her body obeyed eagerly on its own accord, bringing herself fully open just like she was told.Eli grinned. Moving between her legs, he trailed hot kisses along her inner thigh, leaving sizzling little fires crackling in its wake. “Good girl. Now, what should your character say next?” A finger glided over her wet and wanting flesh in a slippery stroke, making her heart slam to a hard stop as a moan tore free. “Write the next line for me, what should I say before I unravel you with my tongue and make you scream my name?”