Witcher: I Can Extract Everything - Chapter 393 - Celebration

Jake Rivers was just another broke university student trying to survive—until an accident changes everything.After waking from surgery, Jake discovers a terrifying advantage: for one hour each day, he can see the gold market with impossible clarity. Every move, every trap, every surge becomes predictable. With no money and no safety net, he quietly turns this ability into profit, transforming small trades into growing wealth.What begins as a desperate attempt to pay debts soon becomes something far bigger. As Jake’s fortune rises, so does attention from powerful figures who notice a silent player dominating the financial world.To protect his edge and build something lasting, Jake must master discipline, secrecy, and ambition.Because getting rich is only the beginning.Jake Rivers is on his way to becoming a tycoon.___Just another newbie author here...Original novel...

An advertising director is reborn in 1988 Hollywood as an eighteen-year-old blond-haired westerner named Eric Williams.

A kind girl falls in love with a vicious killer. Unhinged Yuri story set in Seoul.------“Like a prey waiting with a trap, I missed my predator.I missed her touch in the places I’ve never been touched.I wanted to hear her sing the songs that I’ve never heard.”------As the blood dripped off the knife she held firmly in her pale hand, I saw my reflection in the cold blade that had just taken the life of a man.I dreamed of magical moments like this every day.Something - someone to come and free me from the suffocating monotony of normalcy.She stormed into my life brandishing death, and in the moment of madness, my heart fluttered.Then she came to my place, uninvited. I treated her wounds and fed her. She slept on my couch like a cat. We started our lives together. Death bound us like the knot of tie I fixed for her as she left for work - to kill, kill, and to kill again.I spent countless nights sitting in darkness, on my couch hugging my knees, gripped with worry and excitement. I prayed for her safe return home, but I did not pray for the souls she’d be sending to hell.But she always returned, like a stray cat coming for food in the back alley behind a restaurant. I was the cook who put out the food for her, stroked her, and gave her shelter.A stray cat. A great feline predator. She was mine and mine alone.Together we laughed, alone I cried.Together we laughed, alone I cried.But I think we also loved.I think.------This is a dark and twisted psychological slice-of-life romantic comedy with a sprinkle of inspiration from the noir genre. If that doesn’t make sense, it’s because it doesn’t.

16 years old-- most boys would be falling in love, as their hormones all rise to unprecedented levels. Most boys at Riley's age would have dreams; dreams that will slowly grow into passion. Riley, however, at age 16... killed the world's number 1 superhero.