Super Sweet, 100\% Honeymoon - Chapter 60: Do Not Go

Apocalypse descended, and humans were given a game-like system to defend themselves. At the age of 18, every teenager underwent an awakening ceremony—a chance to gain a class and access the First Sanctuary, where lives became currency and power was earned through blood.Moon appeared to be a failure. Branded as a Null during his awakening ceremony, he was abandoned by his girlfriend and cast aside by society as worthless and powerless.But fate had other plans. Moon awakened not one, but two unprecedented abilities that defied the world's understanding.......[Talent: Grim Reaper - Gain 5x lives from every kill][Class: Classless - Whilst everyone is tied to a class from their birth, you are free from the restrictions of the system. You are able to learn any skill from any class based on your comprehension or from fruitful encounters.]......With the power to master any class and a talent that turned every kill into exponential strength, Moon set out from the bottom to prove the world wrong.In the First Sanctuary, where only the strongest survive, Moon would carve his path with blood and determination. Ascending from a worthless null to an existence beyond legend.Tags:#Awakening#Evolution

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What price are you willing to pay for freedom?

The wolf-less and orphaned Tania was trapped in the life of a slave.

A part of her spirit was held captive by her master to exert control.

To gain freedom, she made a deal to spy on King Eltanin, the most ruthless and powerful Alpha of Araniea.

Stormy-eyed libertine, King Eltanin was dominanting, arrogant and commanding as hell.

Racing against time to save his wolf and kingdom from the demon king, Alpha Felis, he crosses paths with Tania. She is a spy, and temptation personified.

And now Eltanin must choose between the fate of his kingdom and his mate.

Will Tania choose her freedom and reject her mate?

Or will she give up the only thing she ever wanted?

Thesaurus definition of “Libertine”: debauched Synonyms for libertine: freethinking, profligate, dissolute, immoral, lascivious?

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.

Description: Travel through parallel worlds and become a billionaire that everyone admires. and many more? Why am I lying down? Still wearing an oxygen mask? Wait, why do I still have a cheap son? And he also flattered a woman from a small family? With Group Value…

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