My Secretary is a Little Sweet - Chapter 1562

Isabella was supposed to be sipping champagne at a luxury spa, not waking up in the middle of a forest. Worse, a SYSTEM had attached itself to her like some clingy ex, spouting nonsense about survival, quests, and—oh, hell no—manual labor.“System, I was NOT built for the wilderness! My ideal ‘roughing it’ experience involves a five-star hotel with bad WiFi!”Now, instead of lounging in silk robes, she’s being ordered to farm? To hunt?“A farming quest? You want me—a city girl—to grow food? System, I once killed a cactus by overwatering it. This is NOT my calling!”And don’t even get her started on the hygiene situation.“You want me to bathe in a cold river? Darling, I require warm water, scented oils, and an ambience! What do I look like—some barbarian?!”Unfortunately, the locals—big, muscular beastmen—don’t seem to understand the concept of self-care. The women? Neglecting their skin like it’s a crime to be radiant. The men? Walking hygiene disasters.“Ladies, if your man can smell you before he sees you, we have a problem.”“You see this? This is lotion. It exists so you don’t look like a dried-up leaf. Use it.”“A beard should be majestic, not tragic. Let me fix it.”And the beastmen? They don’t just stare at her like she’s an oddity. No, they hover. They smirk. They lean in too close, fangs flashing with amusement.“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” she huffed, crossing her arms.The panther grinned, his tail flicking. “Because you’re fascinating when you’re annoyed.”No, absolutely not. She was not here for this nonsense.“If you have time to stare, you have time to moisturize.”She didn’t ask to be here. She didn’t ask to be their savior. But if she has to suffer through this world, she’s making everyone around her suffer less—through skincare, style, and some serious attitude.“If I hear one more ‘We don’t season our food here,’ I’m launching a war.”“If you have time to gossip, you have time to do squats.”“You want to impress a woman? Start with not smelling like the battlefield.”Survival isn’t just about fighting monsters; it’s about looking good while doing it. So what if the System keeps throwing impossible quests her way?“What do you mean ‘you can’t skip quests’?! Since when?! Where is the skip button?! I demand a skip button!”But somewhere between dodging ridiculous quests and fixing these people’s tragic grooming habits, Isabella found herself in situations. Uncomfortable, heart-racing situations.Like being trapped against a tree by the red python, his red eyes half-lidded as he murmured, “You talk too much, little star. Should I silence you?”Like waking up with the lion lord’s fur-lined cloak draped over her shoulders, his deep voice gruff, “You shiver in your sleep. I’ll fix that.”Like the phoenix watching her every move, his burning gaze searing into her skin as he mused,“You cause chaos wherever you go, but I find that I don’t mind.”Oh, hell. No. She was not about to fall for four beastmen. She was too pretty for this much stress.“If you insult me again, I’ll make sure your soul needs a beauty upgrade.”“I refuse to be disrespected by anyone who dresses like an unwashed tree branch.”And yet, when a rival tribe came to challenge her, when danger lurked too close, those same beastmen stood beside her—smirking, taunting, fighting for her.“A beastman growled at me today. I growled back. He ran. I am the alpha now.”Isabella isn’t just surviving. She’s thriving. And this world better keep up.

With the last name on his revenge list crossed out, Oliver died. In a twist of fate, he found himself in the past, before the chain of events had even started. Given this second chance, his aim was clear: to do it all over again, but this time, better.---As demons attacked the world, one of the most feared villains known to mankind escaped his prison.For the past decade, the high-security containment zone,“The Abyss,” had held him captive. But recent demon attacks forced the transfer of essential prison personnel, weakening its security.Seizing this opportunity, Oliver Thorne escaped.Contrary to expectations, he displayed no anger, rage, or remorse, instead heading directly for the heart of the demon army.The blood of the fallen rose like a tsunami, merging with him as he flew across the sky.He reached the center of the demon army.Suddenly, the world turned crimson.An enormous energy wave tore through space and time, shredding the strongest demons into dust.More blood erupted, fueling further explosions.Until everything was reduced to dust.The crimson devil, the supposedly unkillable villain, finally perished. But, unknown to him, fate had other plans.After death, Oliver Thorne was sent to his teenage years. The time before he became a villain.What would he do with the unexpected second chance he received?[ A/N: This is a modern fantasy novel that happens on a slightly more advanced parallel earth.The main character is a villain who regresses to a time before he lost everything.The main character’s ability is blood manipulation, blood storage and infinite regeneration with blood.]Tags : Action, Adventure, Scheming Protagonist, Villainous Protagonist, Politics, War, Military, Otherworld, Portal, Monsters. Super power, Super heroes, Super villains.

In the Immortal Realm, where Immortals roam here and there, and the strength is supreme, there is a kind of existence who are favored by the Heavens.

These existences has their luck attribute boosted by thousands, and are collectively called as the Children of Luck or Son/Daughter of Luck.

Among these, Yu Tian was born with negative luck attributes and was destined to die under those so-called Children of Luck.

However, with the help of the Villain System and the powerful Yu family behind him, he will rewrite his destiny and crush those Sons of Luck and cultivate those Daughter of Luck.

At the beginning, he forced the family of the Daughter of Luck to send her to his bed personally.

Behind the calm smile lies a heart riddled with scars.Beneath the weight of fate burns an unyielding gaze.A body trapped in the abyss of despair—if it reaches out, can it grasp the light called hope?A soul locked upon the rack of destiny—if it prays sincerely, can it embrace the future called redemption?