MTL - The CEO Is Cold During The Day, And Wants Kisses At Night! - Chapter 218 sticky smell light

Talent.As a demon born into a prestigious family like the Tenebris, Cale lacked nothing, except talent.Talent, to surpass his twin sister, who was better than him in every way.Talent to earn the approval of their mother, the cold and ruthless Matriarch.It wasn’t mere rivalry; his very life depended on it.But, no matter how hard he trained or how low he stooped, using forbidden methods to grow stronger, he never succeeded. He couldn’t awaken his bloodline, nor defeat his sister in a single duel.“Just give up already. You’re only making it more painful for yourself,” she would say every time.He was pathetic, and he knew it.But giving up on life was never an option.“One more time... I’ll try it one more time.” That was how he always responded to her scorn.Was it ego? Or a desperate desire to prove everyone who waited eagerly for his downfall wrong?Cale didn’t know. But he always stood up again.No matter what they said, he refused to surrender.Not to his mother.Not to the world.Not even to his sister.If the world stood against him, then he would crush the world.-------------------------“Wow. That’s an incredible backstory for a villain.”I flipped through the worn pages of an old book, my only functional eye open wide.“But where did this come from? It wasn’t here before.”I’d read this romance fantasy novel back in my childhood, and as far as I remembered, Cale Tenebris never had a backstory.“Did I grab the wrong book?” I tilted the cover to check the title.[Curse of the Crown]It was the same one.“Did I skip this chapter before?... Whatever.” I shrugged, turning the page again as I slowly lost consciousness.And then I died.

New book by Bimo Zhijian, author of .---------------------This world, quietly enveloped by shadows, an invisible terror spreads among the crowd.The world seems to be plummeting into the abyss.Fang You, who could only cower at home to survive, got hold of a game about salvation, and from then on recruited Angel Envoys, built bases, and developed personnel, until one day, when the salvation organization “Torch” surfaced...Shocked by the world！

“When your gacha waifues are real but so are the monsters.”Leon had finally made it. After nearly a decade of surviving off instant noodles and blind faith in himself, he created the most chaotic, soul-crushing, and waifu-filled gacha game the world had ever seen. Then he sold it, bought a Bugatti, and hit the road to touch grass like any gamer should.Of course, the universe didn’t let that slide. How can a Gamer touch grass?One glowing portal. One crash. One very unexpected reincarnation later—he wakes up in his own game world.A world crawling with mutated, Abyssal beasts, corrupted cities, and a virus that’s slowly wiping out the population, especially males.A world where men are protected assets, female-led militaries run everything, and of course, there is also another world that is fully Corrupted connected to his new world.Now bound to a mysterious SSS-Rank Dungeon that activates when he sleeps, Leon has one goal: survive and become stronger.Which is easier said than done when every death comes with boosted pain, his system is still syncing, and half the girls he designed could probably bench-press a tank.But hey—at least they’re hot and lovable. That's what matters in the end anyways.....Just a heads up.This novel will be an amalgamation of everything with action, adventure, waifues, gacha game world building and all, comedy, harem, character interactions, emotional moments, desparation moments cuz it's apocalyptic world bruh. A good lore and all too.Smut will be less as I want to focus more on their character development and interaction in the harem rather than just sex.

“Let’s get a divorce,” Chen Jinyao said.

She knew that she was only a supporting character in this novel world. The male lead only married her as a business relationship and, sooner or later, the female lead of the story would eventually show up.

If Chen Jinyao was indecisive about leaving, only heartbreak would follow.

Something pulled her thin white wrist, and next thing she knew, she was pushed down and pressed against a pillow. Yan Cheng’s peach blossom eyes bored into her in discontent as he declared, “Only in your dreams!”

After spending a colorful night, she was too tired to lift a finger.

When she fell asleep in Yan Cheng’s arms, she had a dream.

In her dream, she had turned 80 years old.

But can someone tell her why she still hadn’t left the marriage at that age?