The Return Of the Invincible Heiress - Chapter 382

I was nothing. A lowly omega, destined to live in the shadows of stronger wolves. But on the night of my eighteenth birthday, the moon had other plans for me. My mate was an Alpha’s son. The problem? He wasn’t the only one. The Blackwood triplets—Kael, Ronan, and Darian—each bore the same mark that bound them to me.To be Luna, I would have to survive the chaos of three powerful mates, a jealous rival who wanted my place, and a secret buried deep in my bloodline.Because being chosen by the moon was never a gift. It was a curse.

By day, Joon-ho runs a discreet, high-end massage clinic in Seoul, specializing in pain relief and body alignment. But behind the soundproof doors, his true gift lies in reading the deepest cravings of the women who walk through his door—and giving their bodies exactly what they need.From overworked executives to national celebrities, no woman leaves untouched—or unchanged.When Harin, his former campus crush turned office worker, reenters his life, one night of pleasure turns into something far more dangerous: connection, obsession, and a partnership that blurs every boundary between business, pleasure, and possession.Now, she’s not just in his bed.She’s in his clinic.His lap.His world.And she wants to watch everything.

Just when I got to know her, the hairy girl only wants to beat me up!Prim childhood sweetheart treads on me underfoot!Childhood friend turned sister suddenly demands I repay the kindness of upbringing?...Are all these twists of human nature, or the moral decay?Surrounded by young girls wielding knives, Shen Mo Dust trembles: 'Author, why do I only meet bad women?''What exactly are you not satisfied with, let's switch roles!'Jealous at having crafted the protagonist's peak of life with his own hands but without a single girl by his side, the author furiously slams the keyboard!(Spotting the little whips raised by the venerable readers, he picks up the keyboard again)The alternate titles of this book are 'They Shine Like Stars' and 'They Are Lonely Like Stars'.

Leveling Up My Bow In The Apocalypse