I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms - Chapter 9 - 8 - Firearm Skin "Tao Wood

Qin Shiwu grew up listening to his parents’ love stories from an early age.

He learned that his mother was known as a beautiful, gentle and virtuous Omega at school.

He learned that his father was known as a talented and courteous scholar Alpha.

Rumor has it that when they were in high school, they fell in love at first sight, became a harmonious couple and never had a single quarrel.

Once he transmigrated, he went sixteen years back to the time when his parents were still in high school and became a little fool who was bullied by everyone.

Who will tell him——

This person who grabbed him by the neck and shoved him to the ground! The super as*hole school bully who can’t get 100 points in all nine subjects is his father?!

That cold, unfeeling, kaolin flower, iceberg person, the most alpha Alpha in the whole school whom no one dares approach within a 500-mile radius is his mother???

Wait, mom! Were you so wild when you were young? You’re pretending to be an alpha!

Wait, Dad!! That’s your wife!! Is it really okay for you to fight with him now!!

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What to Expect: - Fast-paced Action and LitRPG Progression, System, Monster Taming, Skill Copy and Fusion, Crafting, with Dungeon and Other Worlds Exploration. - Constellations based on all sorts of both Historical and Mythological figures. - A colorful cast of side characters full of life, the original Protagonist changes and becomes a better person. - A smart MC that abuses her knowledge of the story to become REALLY OP. - A story that doesn’t go by the script, the butterfly effect the character creates affects the story and doesn’t leave it as it was supposed to be, unlike many other similar stories. - 3 ~ 7 Chapters a week, almost daily updates until I can’t. 1800 ~ 3000+ Words per chapter, usually. No part of this work may be reproduced or used in any manner without the prior written permission of the copyright owner, except for the use of brief quotations in a review. This novel is also being posted on Scribblehub and Webnovel (for free). If you see it anywhere else, please let me know. Thank you.

Who made the rule that a woman can't be the first to confess her feelings to a man?

If there was one, then it didn't matter to this young woman.

In order to escape from her stepmother and stepsister, Zhang Liling sought help from Mr. Fang, a Business Mogul, specially invited to take her department on Business Management, and she was rejected because of her absurd request.

But through his Personal assistant, she managed to cunningly secure a home-work contract and moved into his villa.

A few weeks of living together as a Boss and Employee was enough time for Mr. Fang to see all the crazy sides of Zhang Liling and also for her to discover his health secret, hyperosmia. But the irony of her scent not affecting him baffled her.

Mr. Fang not being used to Zhang Liling’s unrestrained behavior and coupled with the rumors about them threatened to throw her out of his villa. But when she finally left, he began to long for her return.

At last, Zhang Liling returned. To others, she was a different person, but to Mr. Fang, she was the same feisty woman he has always known.

Together as a couple, Zhang Liling and Mr. Fang unmasked her stepmother’s deep dirty secret that will threaten the Zhang Family’s reputation.

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EXCERPT

“Mr. Fang, do you accept stray cats?” Zhang Liling asked a little breathlessly as a layer of sweat formed on her forehead. She had just run over in other to catch up with him.

Mr. Fang paused briefly in his steps and turned to give her a good glance after adjusting his reading glasses. “You look like one,” he said in a deep voice before continuing in his steps.

How could Zhang Liling let him leave like that when it was a matter of urgency? She quickly chased after him and yelled, “Mr. Fang, you really have to take this stray cat in.”

“I don't accept stray cats, I only accept humans,”Mr. Fang replied as a slight smile turned up on his face.

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.