Slowly Falling into His Love Trap - Chapter 195: Don’t Forget to Invite Me to Your Wedding

The alien DNA is the best thing that has ever happened to Ye Shuang because the genetic optimization it offers has made her more beautiful, more formidable, and more brilliant.

But… why doesn’t this unknown alien species have a fixed s*x before adulthood‽ Alternating between both sexes every few days, why‽ For gender equality‽ Thankfully, she still has a chance to save herself. As long as she can settle down with a partner before full genetic assimilation, she’ll be able to carry on with her life as just one specific sex. For the sake of the perfect female body, all the men out there, beware!

But wait, what are all these women up to? Why are you all looking at me like a piece of meat‽ Halt, stop, don’t come any closer… What the hell‽

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After avenging her brother, Xie Liangchen felt unburdened. Though she now owed a favor, she believed that with death, all debts would vanish like a snuffed candle.But as thunder roared, she found herself back at the tender age of fourteen. Beside her, Marquis Xuanwei had yet to develop the formidable and menacing presence he once had.Xie Liangchen was about to feign ignorance...Song Xian, with a slight lift of his eyes and a glimmer in his gaze, spoke in a deep voice: “Trying to shirk your debt?”“Didn't you say, 'Marquis, your great kindness will be repaid in another life, even if I must become an ox or a horse?'”Song Xian, who was on the verge of reaching the pinnacle of success, was abruptly pulled back to his nineteen-year-old self by Xie Liangchen's shocking revelation—Is this repayment of kindness or revenge?A powerful alliance with dual rebirths, overflowing pampering, and a thrilling tale of empowerment.

The story takes place in Ardenmoor – a continent where Mana flows through the earth like blood through veins. Every human is born with a Mana Affinity, a rank from F to SSS that determines their potential. Nobles hoard Mana Stones, elite academies train the gifted, and the strong rule absolutely.The world has a story. Specifically: it plays out like a novel, with a chosen protagonist, destined allies, legendary dungeons, and a final demon king. That story was already written once. Amaron Volg knows it by heart – because he lived it as an extra.[Notice: I used ai for improvement, so don't be disappointed in first few chapters.]https://discord.gg/MYvk4cMUsx

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.