Mommy Villainess - Chapter 13: Romantic Boat Ride

Having trusted the goddess who promised my return to Earth, I joined the hero's party and defeated the Demon King.So when that promise was not fulfilled, it was only natural for me to desire my own fall into darkness.Harem | Fantasy | Sex | R18 | SMUT

Time stopped at eighteen for Ji Yi, and now all she wants to do is pick up from where she left off.

Her career depends on it, and on top of that, she has to survive a fake marriage turned real!

Some missed opportunities are irreplaceable, and some misunderstandings between them have proven near-fatal, but for He Jichen, he isn’t just a pretty face—he’s an opportunist.

They may have lost their prime years together, but He Jichen is more than willing to spend his remaining years with her.

If only she would just trust him… Will Ji Yi be able to find true love in this life? Can she outmaneuver all the snakes plotting her downfall? Only time will tell…

°•°•°•°•°•°•°Adult Novel•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•⚠️Read at least five chapters before dropping. I believe you will love this story⚠️Liu Xinyu wakes up to find himself back in his younger body, but this time, he has something special a system!“The Goddess Reversal System has been bound…”This system is different from others. It has two parts: the main system, which is connected to Liu Xinyu, and a subsystem that must be given to someone else. When the subsystem user completes tasks, Liu Xinyu receives random rewards, which could be anything! But there's a catch if the subsystem user refuses tasks three times, the system will leave Liu Xinyu forever.With the help of powerful goddesses and the system's abilities, Liu Xinyu sets out to change his life. He becomes stronger, smarter, and more successful. Challenges come his way, but with every completed task, he steps closer to becoming a true winner in life!

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”