[Ding: The tranmigrator cannot kill the devil, and the devil cannot kill the transmigrator except in the end. When the fate of the transmigrator is determined to be either a saint or a devil. The destiny of all beneath the sky is either to live or to perish.] The same system window appeared for Alex, but with different words. [Ding: The devil cannot kill the transmigrator, and the transmigrator cannot kill the devil. When the devil's fate is determined either to be the ruler of all realms or to perish. The destiny of all beneath the sky is either to live or to perish.] Will the transmigrator turn into a devil? Will the devil absorb the world? Who will win? The transmigrator or the devil in the world that has been invaded by gates and monsters?
The precise sound of a heart rate calculator machine with the sound of clashing scalpels and the cold touch. This was the composition of a sophisticated sophia, where she was the best surgeon in the city. After a full day of standing at the operating table and saving precious lives, she went tiredly home.
As soon as she entered, she hurried to the kitchen where she smelled the aroma of her favorite food. Her family was gathered at the table, waiting for her to start eating. A faint smile appeared on her lips, but it quickly vanished when she heard her brother's complaint, "Hurry up, I'm hungry, turtle."
Sophia responded with a hint of irritation, "Start eating. I didn't ask you to wait for me."
But things didn't stop there. Her brother started mumbling words that only he understood. "What did you say?" she raised her head and gave him a cold look.
"I didn't say anything."
Sophia was about to say something, but it seemed that the mother sensed there might be a fight between her two adult children. So, she looked at her with a glare. Sophia swallowed what she was going to say, and the annoying brother smiled triumphantly.
Amidst the meal, the mother began endlessly complaining about her daughter and how she hadn't married even at the age of 37, while her brother mocked her and called her a spinster, despite the fact that he was also unmarried and behaved like a teenager at the age of 35.
Sophia got annoyed and started talking about how no one in this world is worthy of being her husband, and how all men in the world are scoundrels.
The mother got upset, and the brother laughed as if it were a comedic play, unaware that he himself was also acting according to his sister's definition of men.
Meanwhile, the father consoled her and promised that he would never leave her alone.
After dinner, Sophia went to her room after forcing her brother to do the dishes. She picked up her phone and began reading the third volume of a novel called "Hareem," which had caught her attention because there was a character with the same name as hers.
However, with each chapter she read, her expression grew uglier, and she couldn't continue reading. She angrily threw her phone onto the bed, started cursing the past and future generations of the author and the protagonist of the novel.
The character with the same name as hers died in the most horrific way at the hands of the protagonist, after he had killed her husband. She had been reading the novel for the sake of these two characters, not the protagonist, she already lost interest in him after reading the novel's description.
She closed her eyes, with thousands of curses in her mind for the author and the protagonist if she ever met them,
and then she fell into a deep sleep.
She didn't know how much time had passed until she opened her eyes and looked around expectantly. However, her eyes quickly dimmed when she realized she was still in the same room, in the old Eastern style.
"It was a dream, again."
Feeling bewildered, hopeless, and alone, she didn't even know why she was here. In fact, as a person from the 21st century and a veteran of transition novels, she knew she had moved into the "Hareem" novel she had read. Yet, she couldn't accept it, especially knowing that she wouldn't be able to see her family again.
Lost in her thoughts, she heard the creak of the door without bothering to look at who entered. She said, "Leave."
Her eyes were already sore from crying, and her condition was worsened by the presence of the small servant girl who came every morning to urge her to get ready and leave the room for something to eat or a stroll.
"Madam, please, even if you don't want to go out, just eat something. You haven't eaten for days."
Sophia responded angrily, "Don't you understand? Are you stupid? I've told you repeatedly, I don't want to see any of you."
Silence finally prevailed, and as Sophia waited for the sound of the door closing, she heard the servant girl pleading, "Please, madam. The prince has returned from his journey. Seeing him might make you feel a bit better."
There was no response from Sophia, and the servant girl thought she might be considering the suggestion. Slowly, she approached, fearing to upset her again, only to have a porcelain vase thrown at her face.
"Don't you understand? I've told you over and over, I'm not your lady, I'm not... cough, cough." Sophia began coughing, and suddenly she felt a terrible pain in her chest. Blood started flowing from her nose onto her white nightgown, creating a horrifying scene.
The servant froze, especially at the terrifying sight of her lady. Her eyes were red, swollen from tears, her skin pale, and blood covered her from every angle.
Worried, the servant girl moved closer to check on her condition, but she stopped when she heard Sophia's trembling voice, "Please, leave."
The servant girl pressed her lower lip and said, "Yes, madam," before leaving her alone in the dark room.
Once she was sure the servant had left, Sophia sighed and examined her body. "No hope, at least five months, at most ten. Even if a miracle happens, I'll die within a year." She was a physician herself, well aware of her own medical condition. Having read the novel before, she knew the fate of this character, "Sophia," all too well-the same character with the tragic and dreadful ending she had read about.
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.