Surviving in Woman's world as a novel villain. - Chapter 311 309. Final Doom And Greed

“Master. Why do you never visit?”“Shh... Just take this needle and don't make a sound.”The act was getting old, Teriyaki had only spent a month in Orochimaru's Lair and he was already close to ending it all.Just a month ago he had been a normal human, flipping halfway through the naruto manga when he fell asleep on Chapter 45... The place where that darned Snake first appeared.One more Teriyaki is an NPC or worthless comment and I will find you.TW: torture simulator kinda at some points

Elizabeth, a girl with an unusual personality is reincarnated into the body of a mute woman in what appeared to be medieval times. However, the people surrounding her seemed familiar. She had transmigrated as the dead villainess's older sister in a +19-rated novel she read long ago in her past life.Marianne, the previous owner of the body, had a tragic past. Abused by his obsessed older brother and little sister, the part of her soul left in the body doesn't give Elizabeth freedom.Now she will discover the truth behind Marianne's condition, experience unknown feelings, and recall her past to overcome these new difficulties.'I'm gonna go crazy...how is it that this girl didn't even have her name mentioned in the novel?... some authors really are idiots...'_________________________________Give some love to my other book too ^^~• Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure* To find my book you have to either search the title or my pen name. It will not show on my profile._________________________________TAGS:#R18 #SlowPaced, #Romance, #Smut, #Medieval, #Trauma, #Father&Daughter...(Sigh... so many tags... do emphasise #SlowPaced ^^)_________________________________This is an original Story ^^Author: XimenoideX

Roland died and transmigrated into the body of the third son of a Baron. Having reincarnated, at first he looked forward to the grace of the system or any other golden finger; alas, it seemed not everyone was lucky.In the end, he accepted that those were fantasies, whereas this was reality.Being the third son, he couldn't inherit land according to laws; however, he had a bit of warrior aptitude suitable to become a knight.Knowing that this might cause trouble in succession later, his father enrolled him in the army.Several years later, he became a 3rd-rank knight in the Beginner Stage and was going to be promoted but was injured when he tried to save the commander of his battalion.Amidst that, he received shocking news about his family's demise due to a monster tide, leaving him alone to inherit the barony.Weighing the pros and cons, he decided to escape from the risky venture and settle in a poor backwater barony village to lead a peaceful life; however...Just when he thought it was over, he awakened the Children's Blessing System.[Host's child detected, Family System activated.][Begin testing the child's aptitude.]“What, for real?”

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?