MTL - Twenty Seven Years - Chapter 11 Movie

As the executor of the Heavenly Dao, Li Suisui descended to the mortal world for a trial. Born under a celestial omen, her birthday was co-opted by her cousin, which left two girls in the Li Family with the same birthday but disparate fortunes.Everyone said Li Suisui was a harbinger of misfortune, a reincarnated curse spirit, who was fated to bring disaster to her family. They wanted to get rid of her as quickly as possible.On the other hand, Li Yanyan was a lucky star, a blessed bag, everyone wanted to latch onto her coattails, trying to rub off as much luck as they could from her.Later on, when hardship befell the Li Family, the elderly matriarch planned to bury Li Suisui alive to change their luck. But Suisui's powerful uncles came from all corners of the world to rescue her.A grandmaster illusionist, an incomparable physician, the world's top God Hunter...it seemed the Li Family had really kicked at an iron plate!Overnight, Li Suisui became the most adored and cherished member of the family.Sneering outsiders said, “Treating a harbinger of disaster as treasure, when she eventually causes all of your deaths, that's when you'll regret it!”Yet as time passed, not only did no harm befall her uncles' families, but they all began to thrive enormously.Her lame uncle regained his mobility, his barren aunt bore twins, the once discordant couple reconciled, the other uncle became the Number One Scholar... It was even rumored that a long-deceased grandfather had come back to life...

Humanity’s immortal path has been severed. Absorbing spiritual energy directly was no longer an option.While humans despaired, ghosts thrived. With their connection to the other side, they grew stronger by the day, turning humans into nothing more than prey and livestock.But to every rule, there is an exception.“That’s why, my son, if you ever see the man with the straw hat… run as fast as you can.” — Mamma Ghost.“But Mommy… aren’t humans weak? Aren’t they just our food?” — Ghost Boy.Mamma Ghost sighed, looking at her fatherless son with pity.“Ah, child… your father thought the same.”Feng Fan never wanted this life. He never asked for this mission. But fate had other plans.Witness his journey as he ascends to immortality and restores humanity’s lost Dao.“In this universe, there is no ghost I can’t seal!”#tsundere #transmigration #r18 #no-harem #horror

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.