MTL - Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities - Chapter 1217 He called me stupid

Rune was just an ordinary man from Earth — until fate threw him into Ninth Dawn, a world of swords and magic. Reborn in the frail body of a child cursed with an F-rank Divine Blessing, Rune’s new life was nothing but suffering.Branded with false accusations of rape and murder, he was captured by the Seraphic Order of the Black Veil (SBV). Brutally tortured and executed for crimes he never committed, his story should have ended there.But death wasn’t the end.Time rewound. Rune opened his eyes once again to the moment of his first reincarnation.This time, he vowed vengeance.Guided by Nexar, the Warlord’s System, Rune carved his path through blood and fire. He conquered territories, raised armies, and earned the fearsome title:The First Warlord of the Dawn.Yet even warlords fall. At the peak of his conquest, Rune was struck down by the hand of the Demon Lord — the true shadow looming over the world.And then… he returned once more.Back to the very beginning.But now, something had changed.The system reincarnated with him.Only, it wasn’t the same.Nexar had awakened anew as:Nexar, the Warlord’s Carnal System.With vengeance burning in his heart and a twisted new system at his side, Rune is ready to defy fate itself.War, blood, lust, and conquest — his dawn has only just begun.

Warning, MC won't be cucked but other character will be cucked by the MC.After getting cheated by his girlfriend Ian makes a brutal but satisfying mistake in his life. With that mistake cam his death but he was given second chance by a strange God.A life where he is an owner of a special Tavern in another world.There might be incest in the later chapter but it isn't a sure thing. Even if I add incest later it won't be the main focus and the incest won't be blood related. Main focus of the story is and will always be Netori content.Currently I will upload only 1 chapter daily but it might increase later. Every chapter will be updated at 23.45 in Sri lankan Time.

[Warning: This book contains Strong Language and Mature Content]On her eighteenth birthday, Ravenna felt the weight of exile as she was outlawed from her home because she could not shift to a werewolf, a mark of shame in their world that revered power. Away from all the ridicules and hate, she had at least a more peaceful life, until a beautiful storm knocked at her door. Deceived by its enchanting waves, Ravenna welcomed it with open arms until she was swept away into the deepest depth of the ocean of love. Being a daughter of an alpha, that was not supposed to happen even if she was not living in the pack anymore. Falling in love with the king of darkness.Alaric! He is the epitome of danger. But then, she turned his life upside down. From a heartless man to an obsessive lover. All he wished was to keep her with him. Even if it meant chaining her to himself. Whether what he felt was infatuation, desire or... he just would never ever let her go. Let no man or beast separate him from what he had claimed and marked; else they would face his unceasing wrath.****************“Am of no use to you, why do you still insist on keeping me?” She just wanted to hear him say it. That he loved her as much as she did. She was becoming more desperate as days went by, maybe more than desperate to the extent of destroying herself in this love.Alaric paused and kept his laptop aside. He held her hand and brought her in front of him before pulling her to his lap.Silently, he sniffed her neck and licked it, then replied, “Because I want to.” He continued his actions, and his hands were already moving under her dress caressing her thighs.Ravenna took a deep breath trying to stop herself from diving into pleasure as always. “Will you ever say it?” Her voice came out as a low yearning plead and with his advanced hearing ability, Alaric did not miss a word.“Say what?” His hand reached her pant ready to tear it apart.“That you love me.” Her words made him pause abruptly before looking at her. As usual, his eyes were blank with no hint of emotions making Ravenna feel like she was just fooling herself. For howlong could she endure this?“Do I?” He asked not tearing his gaze away from her eyes that were already tearing up.

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.