Burning Love Cute Husband and His Little Wife - Chapter 212

Noah Morgan has been labeled a loser, mocked by peers, and betrayed by loved ones. He is a man that society loves to ridicule and despise. He hits rock bottom when the person he trusted most turns against him publicly.However, just as everything falls apart, an envelope with a Phoenix stamp slipped inside his boring flat, revealing a shocking truth: Noah is the illegitimate son and heir of a secretive but powerful trillionaire.Noah inherits money and much more; he inherits a Wealth Management System, a digital interface that could assist him in expanding his wealth, unlocking hidden assets, and gaining abilities to influence people, increase his physical power, and get revenge on people who have hurt him.Now, Noah rises from the ashes with nearly unlimited wealth and resources.His enemies laughed and ridiculed him once, but soon they will learn his vengeance.

Ji Huan’s parents both died in a traffic accident.
Unexpectedly, his older sister also meets the same fate.
Yet everything starts when he says “goodbye” for the last time.

Hunting monsters? Genetic comparison?
Ji Huan flees with his older sister’s posthumous child to his hometown, Bade Town.
The three Grandpa, grandson, and nephew all live interdependent days.
However, inside the swaddling clothes is not a human baby,
But a monster…

Black egg body, white ring eyes, red mouth.
A child, ah! Doesn’t he have two eyes and a mouth! Resembling an egg, he is Ji Huan’s cute nephew!

Vermilion tiled wall, white lotus pond, convalescent courtyard.
This entirely neatly handsome and elegant young man: Ah Jin.
However, he told Ji Huan about the secrets of the monsters and discreetly taught him.
Bade Town is also slowly being covered in monsters…

Or, the record of a small countryside monster’s growth.

- Description from Novelupdates

Traversing to Naruto World on Monday, as long as you sign in, you can get the other party’s ninjutsu, ninja tools, and bloodline boundaries. After the good impression is full, there are all kinds of surprises!

Kai: Where did I go to this kid to learn Bamen Dunjia!

Obito: Damn, how can this kid be so powerful!

Nagato: Shinra Tianzheng! Are you interested in going to Konoha for a double yellow bullet?

Hashima: Come on boy! Thousands of hands beat each other!

At this time, Monday stood in front of Kaguya Otsutsuki with a charming smile.

Kaguya will sign for me.

- Description from novelbuddy

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.