The Maknae Has to Be an Idol - Chapter 245

“I will not be defined as a ‘wolfless deviant’I will not be a pawn in the 'games Alphas play'And I refuse to be mated to the stranger who crashed into my life and turned everything upside down…Only that might be my biggest challenge yet.”Those were the words Lyla chanted to herself as she left the annual werewolf gala, drenched in her sweat and her pheromones.Only days ago, she was a happy teenager existing in the human world – trying to get through college and go far away, forget everything she’s been through and start life afresh but now, she’s in the middle of the gala, sprawled on the ground with her desires in everyone’s face and Alpha Ramsey Kincaid – the Lycan leader of the White Moon Throne extending his hands towards her.If she takes it, she would bring dishonour to her family because she is in no state to be mingling with anyone, talk more of the Lycan leader who was out of her league and if she refuses, she risks being sent to the pack prison for not taking better care of herself during her heat - Yes, it was a crime for her to be without a wolf.But when he touches her, something inside her stirs…Desires?Yes!Powers hidden by the moon goddess?Yes!And maybe just maybe, the stirrings of her missing wolf whose voice can calm feral wolves and heal …Can she learn to trust this man whose mouth says a different thing and his hands speak another language or would she become a pawn – a piece of chess in the games ‘Alphas play’?One thing’s for certain- Lyla Woodlands was done being the pack’s little, dirty ‘wolfless deviant’. It’s time this wolfless wonder showed them what she’s made of.#Slow burn#Wispy old prophecies# Love Triangle - ML and FL best friend#Villian in love with FL

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.

Do not underestimate the act of tilling the soil. The practice of farming holds the power to command the clouds and dictate the rainfall with a mere flick of the wrist. Similarly, never undervalue the humble farmer, who might draw the gaze of stunning women, and vie for the affections of fluttering butterflies.A stunning journalist makes for a worthy companion, and even an aloof, imperious law enforcement officer could be brought to plead for mercy. A tutor? Allow me to provide additional instruction! I may appear as a regular individual, but through a stroke of fortune, I have embarked on a captivating journey, dancing amidst the wind and the clouds!

At eighteen, her mother died in a car accident, leaving her all alone in the world. One day, her kindness in rescuing someone led to a life-changing transformation.She was provided with food and accommodation, and someone even arranged for “360-degree personal protection” for her!Just when she thought she had picked up a pie from the sky, she was tied up and sent to a training camp, embarking on a tough yet passionate new journey.Bully her? With Taekwondo, she'll beat you until you can't tell north from south!Compete with her in sniping? Rookies, step aside, she's challenging the strongest sniper!Doubt her hacking skills? Come on, sister will show you what playing with computers is all about!She stood out in the camp with high profile, top in every category, who would dare compete against her?Back home, the little overlord turned into a docile rabbit, utterly bewitching someone!Unable to endure it any longer, he dragged the little overlord to the civil affairs office and registered their marriage.At night, he returned home, and righteously set about 'educating' her!