Overlord, Love Me Tender - Chapter 452 - The beginning of conflict (5)

Could you survive a horror movie?That's the question Riley must answer after he and his friends get lured to Carousel, a malevolent town where horror movies come to life.Riley thinks he is in big trouble when he is assigned the Film Buff archetype, a minor support class that has a penchant for dying early in movies. At first resigned to his fate to die over and over, he believes he has found a way to survive. Upon obtaining the Oblivious Bystander trope, monsters and killers will not harm him as long as he can convincingly pretend he has not noticed them. At first, this ability appears to be a joke, but Riley thinks that with some clever exploitation, it might just be his greatest strength.What to expect:-Strategic gameplay and clever uses of movie tropes to survive-Perilous storylines right from your favorite horror movies-Creative Twists of Classic Horror Movie tropes-Moderate stats-based combat and strategy

Scott McCall's life changes the moment he is bitten by a werewolf, but this isn't the same Scott from before. A transmigrator from another world, the new Scott embraces the power and knowledge of his wolf side, determined to control his fate. With a confident, decisive, and fearless personality, Scott aims to protect his loved ones, especially Allison, while becoming stronger than ever. As new supernatural creatures and threats arise, Scott must master his alpha potential and unravel mysteries not found in the original timeline. Armed with knowledge of the future and powers beyond the original Scott, he carves his own destiny, challenging both hunters and creatures alike.Disclaimer – I do not own Teen Wolf.

This is a story about a glutton and a second generation court official.

When her heart was pierced by ten thousand arrows, Wen Rou suddenly went back into the time when she was much younger.

With a wave of her pots and pans, the finest cuisines are created.

Make way, make way, the lady chef is here!

Wen Shouzhen: “Rou Er, the choice is yours to make! ”

Shen Yaoshan, “Choose me, choose me!”

Ren Yue, “Go away, I am her prince charming, not you!”

Wen Rou facepalmed, “Aiyo, ~(@^_^@)~”

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[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.