Overturn the Entertainment Circle - Chapter 65

Content warning: Sexual content and lots, lots and lots of lemons, nonchalant MC, Milfs, “Magical fingers”______________________________“Damn! How? How do they keep finding me!?”In a world where an individuals spirit power decided their fate, Mason Harris — a 16 year old boy, always believed he was destined to live an average life, his only interests were in girls and women, with thick thighs and large breasts.It all seemed ordinary, that is until his 16th birthday became a trigger for his bloodline awakening.He felt his body becoming stronger, his five senses grew sharper tenfold and he grew wings!?Just when he thought he had finally awakened his spirit powers, strange things started happening, things that couldn't be achieved by ordinary spirit powers, things he couldn't explain— that is, until he learnt the truth. He wasn't just an ordinary spirit caster.He was the last descendant of the Incubus demon bloodline, a race of demons who prey sexually on women.But that wasn't all, his bloodline, it's command and order was so powerful that it drove supernatural beings — especially women, crazy.His family? They didn't know what he was, his mother had no idea what her husband was, even after he disappeared months after Mason's birth.It didn't take long before he realized that no matter where he went, he wasn't alone. Stalking him and lurking in the shadows were a much darker force who have stayed hidden for thousands of years, fairies, werewolves, elves, sirens and worst of all — succubus!All drawn to him for reasons he could not explain.No matter where he went, he was always hunted down by these succubus!Why is this happening to him? Why did these beings appear now? He couldn't help but feel part of a much larger scheme.But one thing was for certain, with an army of succubus, elves and werewolves at his disposal, he knew he could never lead a normal life ever again._____________________________A/N: It's my first time writing this kind of novel, so reviews are highly welcomed in order for me to progress forward.

【Double C1V1】A certain gossip magazine exposed that the newly crowned actress Mu Yan spent the night at the villa of a certain already-married business mogul,accusing her of being a mistress intruding into someone else's family.Mu Yan posted on Weibo, “I went back to my own home, what business is it of yours?”Young Master Jiang from the Jiang Family, known for his immense power and noble grace in Upper City, reposted the Weibo, causing a city-wide uproar.At home, Mu Yan looked at the man beside her who kept refreshing her Weibo on her phone.“Since when did you learn to direct and act all by yourself?”The man was displeased, “You won't acknowledge me, and you won't let me fight for it myself?”Mu Yan, “...”She really couldn't tell who had been the domineering one forcing her to sign the marriage papers back then.If love were a poison, when he first met her, he was already poisoned to the core, with only her being the antidote.A secret love story in the entertainment industry.

“I was scared!” she cried, interrupting him. “You're a married man, you have a wife now, and I didn't want to ruin that. I didn't know how you'd react. And I didn't want my children… our children… to be caught in the middle of more pain.”He looked at her in shock, breath caught in his throat. “You just said… our daughter earlier,” he said slowly.Yes,“ she answered. Jasmine and Hanith. They're yours.”Aaron's breath hitched, stumbled back a step, staring at her like he was seeing her for the first time again.“You told me they weren't mine,” he whispered.“I lied,” she admitted. “Because I was scared. I wanted to protect them. I thought if you knew, you'd take them away. And I also thought you wouldn't want them because you are married now.”“Five years,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “I had children... and never knew.” He clenched his jaw, struggling to process everything.“They are your children,” she said softly. “And now your daughter needs you.”~**~A single mother, Katherine Prescott was the perfect definition of a B3 classy lady—beautiful, brainy, and brave. She worked her ass off to ensure her children never lacked, building a name for herself while running from the unwanted attachment of the past.But when the past she thought she'd left behind the day she fled with her babies came crashing against the walls she'd built—six years later—everything she buried resurfaced.What if the forgotten spark and desires kept pulling her back into the very past she wanted to forget? What if her babies wouldn't stop asking about their father? Can she really give him a second chance at love… and risk losing herself to passion again?Aaron Knight was a celebrity. He never believed he'd see her again. But there she was—still breathtaking, still beautiful as ever. He wasn't letting her go this time. He would get her back, by hook or by crook.Two problems: he was married… and she was already a mother.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”