MTL - If You Are a Dodder Flower - Chapter 76

On his 32nd birthday, Jeff, along with all of his friends, confesses how they are dissatisfied with their lives.If only I didn't suppress my desires.If only I didn't ignore my feelings for her.If only I confess my love to her.If only I had chosen a different path from the start.If only...At the end of his 32nd birthday, the next morning, Jeff wakes up a decade back to the past. And as if all of his friends have trusted all of their regrets to him, Jeff remembers them all.With his regression that gave him a mysterious system known as Returner Fantasy, Jeff will do everything to change the future, not only for himself but for his friends and the ones he loves.[Warning: Contains Mature and Sexual content.]This book will have a lot of mature and sexual content. But those will not be the main focus of story.This book will show characters trying their best to redeem themselves from their failures and regrets.

Bibi Dong never dreamed that she would come back from rebirth in the form of someone else’s martial spirit.

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Finished three copies of the high-quality Douluo with an average order of 5,000, “Douluo from the beginning of blowing up the soul ring”, “I am in Douluo, I ate the Blue Silver Emperor”, “Douluo: My Martial Soul” is a simulator”.

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[Starting MAY 19th, I'll upload 3 chapters per day, or at least 2 if I'm busy IRL.][Ding! Resurrection of the Dead can be used on this target.][Ding! Extraction of the Dead can be used on this target.]…When he was surrounded by thousands of his enemies, Kai decided to comply by extracting his 'strongest skill' in order to cause chaos and drag more people to hell with him.However, when Kai extracted his skill, he awakened an unknown power that made him feel that he had complete control over everyone's life and death.A mysterious old man awakened from his slumber when he sensed Kai’s power and decided to help him, as this could be considered a fate.Nevertheless, everything came with a cost…[Ding! Re-Awakening the host’s class.][Ding! An error has been detected.][Ding! Finding a solution…][Ding! Congratulations to the host, you have awakened the Immortality Lord Class (???)]

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.