Madam Is Being Evil Again - Chapter 649 - : Dumbfounded

——If the whole world speaks ill of you, I'll whisper sweet nothings to you from a past life........Although the man in front of her made himself appear exceptionally ugly, it didn't matter because she urgently needed a loveless marriage.Who would have thought that after the marriage, she would discover that her husband seemed to be somewhat 'inconsistent'?Is it still possible to return him now?Li Yanan, an illegitimate son from the Li Family with no real power, is the laughingstock of the entire upper-class circle.His unkempt and outdated appearance makes socialites avoid him as if they're afraid of attracting a toad!A toad? Ha!.......“The picture doesn't match the product, I want a return!”Staring at the breathtakingly handsome face in front of her, Lin Zhenxin couldn't help but wail........[Baby's Diary: My Home]My mom's cooking is really bad.Last night, Dad finally couldn't help but complain, “Even Oscar wouldn't eat the food you make”!Oscar is our dog.Mom got really mad and asked, “If it's so bad, how come you ate it all?”I said, “Because Dad is even worse than a dog!”Um~~ Can someone tell me what the domestic abuse hotline number is?.......★The first part of You Are My Sunshine seriesWhen you smile, the clouds fade and the wind calms, while my heart is in chaos.It's that time of year to start a new journey, um~ the synopsis is still not great, everyone is welcome to dive in!

I am a Snow Owl-Leopard Griffin and I do not have much to complain about my life, I have a great yet odd mother, live on floating fairytale islands filled with other flying creatures, magic and mysteries, but how did I end up in the arms of this rascal of a demon?!

When chased away from my homeland I have to grow strong fast or perish on the way before I can even learn how to fly properly, but thankfully destiny traces my way into the world of cultivating as I grow obsessed with the power pursuing such knowledge gives me.

Especially because I have people to save… and those to take revenge upon.

*Thinks cool phare while staring at the horizon, the wind brushing his clothes and hair, all serene and determination oozing off from his cool demeanor… except for the glimmering eyed demon staring at his side with yet another gift for his cold beauty.*

…I don’t have time for anything else, so take your gifts away you rogue demon!

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ML: Cold beauty, I bought you flowers!

MC: Uhum…*doesn’t take any*

ML: I bought us matching outfits lovely beauty!

MC: Uhum… *doesn’t change clothes”

ML: My king, I brought you to our chambers.

MC:Uhu- Wait, what? Daring rascal, scram!

~~~~Warning~~~~

Mature content including gore, explicit smut, swearing, relationship between men.

Enjoy~~ ~,^

PS. This is the second book of the series Reincarneted into a … but it can be read as a StandAlone.

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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.