Reincarnated as a Duck: A beast progression litrpg isekai - Chapter 186: Staring contest

The future was doomed, the present was gloom, the past was regretful. At this point, the only reason I was still alive was because my heart and brain functioned and then one night after a great fap, I woke up to a totally different reality, one where I was in the past.[System installation complete][Welcome host to the Perverted Sugar Daddy System]A system that would help me fulfil my perverted desires as a sugar daddy. I hadn't planned for this, but I sure as hell was ready to milk it to the fullest.[You’ve been taken back in time]“Ahh, a strong and vibrant body to work with”. A better name for the system should be the 'Perverted Emperor Tyrant Daddy System'.The name might be a stretch, but what I'm trying to say is that this world is so screwed. Everyone better hide their wives, sisters, mothers and even grandmas from.... wait“System can we make them younger and less wrinkled”[yes]“Yes, hide even your grandmas cause I'm going to be doing a lot of screwing and bankrupting.”Did I mention that I love to own what I like.It's not that I'm a bad guy, but I like Facebook and Lamborghini, so how much.....“Na let's leave a bit of Tesla free, Musk knows his stuff”TAGS: Mind control, Gangs, manipulation, corruption, oyakodon.PS: All characters in this book are above 18

A story about a traveler who crossed into a parallel universe, relying on his Proficiency ability to continuously grind experience and become stronger.

One week. If you survive, you choose a Cosmic Power... you survive. Jace isn’t one to give up. Not when his sister dies. Not when he loses his legs. And definitely not when The Cosmic System takes over Earth. With nothing more than his street smarts, the clothes on his back, and a river otter companion; he must survive a planet full of vicious predators that see him as an easy meal. If he can survive? He gets to choose a Cosmic Power and a Class. A path to ascension. A way to bring his sister back.

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.