From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love - Chapter 38 - Skinning

[Regression: 31 times][Possession: 17 times][Reincarnation: 7 times]Kang Hanbit endured 55 cycles of regression and reincarnation, dragged to the brink by the Goddess.Just before his 56th journey, he gets sent back to reality, only to find his life intertwined with a game called the “Record Project.”But wait—this game’s world is identical to the other world?The 56th journey, which had yet to begin, now continues in the form of a game.

The handsome Emperor of the acting industry, Mo Zhen, has caused thousands of girls to fall in love with him in his 26 years, but has never fallen in love before.

That is until a certain shameless ghost shows up at his house and decides to move in with him to become a freeloader.

Not only does she blatantly try to follow him to the bath, plots revenge against any females with ulterior motives within five meter distances, but she even wrecks havoc online by providing secret info about him to his fans!

Honestly, how shameless can a ghost get?

Out of all the ghosts in the world, Emperor Mo still loves his little ghost wife the best.

And out of everyone in the entire world, the little ghost still likes to watch her family’s Zhen Zhen bathe the most.

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After a near death experience thanks to his own mother, Jake Hollander has an adverse reaction to people, baseball, and family. His feeling of abandonment is slowly lost thanks to his foster family, The Atkins. They take him in and change his mind about everything. He becomes more open, better at baseball, and craves for family. Slowly all wishes are granted.

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The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”