MTL - The Rebirth of the National Goddess - Chapter 834 845, it is impossible (two more)

“Don't deny it. You want it.” Killian said to me, stroking the nape of my neck with his thumb. His face is so close to mine and I forgot to breathe. I gasped when he pushed my dress higher, revealing my thighs to him and let his hands rest between my thighs.I tilted my head to the side to avoid his lustful gaze, penetrating deep into my soul.“Your body craves it.” He said, firing kisses down my neck till his lips touched my hard, naked nipples. That sent shivers down my spine. My body erupted with goosebumps and I exhaled sharply. I want to speak, but I can't. He has that much effect on me. His tongue played with my nipples and I mewled. That felt so good.“You want me as much as I want you.” He whispered with his lips pressed on my skin. I shouldn't be doing this. I know I should stay away from this man but how can I when he invades my thoughts daily? When he's the only one my body wants. It's frustrating because no matter how hard I try, I can't say no to him. And I am this close to making the worst mistake of my life. I swallowed, trying to fathom the words out.His fingers brushed my core and I jerked forward, pressing my body on his.“I don't want you.”“You're lying.” He said, playing with the strap of my thong with a lazy finger. My eyes rolled back in my socket with pleasure. I am lying but he's making it so hard.“We shouldn't be doing this, Killian.” Killian? Do I really have the right to call him that?“Give me one reason why and I won't touch you.”“Because you're my best friend's Fiance.”

The schizophrenic and bullied middle schooler Lee Jin-woo is about to start high school, but just when he thought his biggest worry would be finding a way to avoid drawing attention to himself, a virus outbreak occurred on the second day, plunging his school into a nightmarish hell, a setting straight out of a zombie thriller movie.However, while he was trapped in this come-to-life zombie horror-flick, not only does he have to think of a way to survive, but he also has to grapple with the fact that this virus outbreak might have been caused by his careless mistake from earlier in the morning.....A rewrite of 'Apocalypse: Apparently, I Can See Zombies'#Story based in South Korea#Story based on South Korean zombie thrillers#Story best read at night#Story best read in bed#Story has plot twists#Story has irredeemable villains# Enjoy the story :)

As a duchess with a body like glass, I lost my life in a severe seizure.No, rather, I thought I had lost it.“…I want you.”Then, I was reincarnated as a woman who looked just like me.However, isn’t this woman’s body too healthy?The joy of having a healthy body is brief, everyone says this to me this.Because this woman is my perfect husband’s mistress.I attended my own funeral in order to hear the truth.I saw a handsome man there, crying even more than my own husband, as if the world had suddenly collapsed.Who is that man, who I’ve never seen before?And actually, this woman……Is she my husband’s mistress?*Noticed*- The translation isn't accurate and the language used is considered informal or “messy”.- It's recommended to add this to your reading list to stay updated.- Readers are encouraged to support the original creators by purchasing the official version when it's available.- There are links provided to support the translator financially.- Readers are asked to enjoy the fan translation quietly and avoid causing any trouble or seeking attention.That's all, happy reading everyone!

From quiet grind to legacy brew.Jun had nothing—no café, no followers, not even a bed. Just a secondhand kettle and a broken dream.Then came the Barista System.No shortcuts. No instant success. Just slow, intentional tasks... and a promise:Brew. Grow. Endure.Every pour sharpens his skill. Every cup deepens his path.From street corners to pop-ups, from whispered praise to a space of his own—Jun’s grind is just beginning.This is a story of stillness, patience, and the quiet pursuit of mastery.Because greatness isn’t given.It’s brewed—one cup at a time.