The Heroine Stole My Regression - Chapter 107

FORBIDDEN FRUIT…..IS THE SWEETEST.REVERSE HAREM! NO RAPE![Mature content: R-18+]Cold, charming, and mysterious bad boy Rhys is the guy your parents warn you to stay away from, with his sexy accent, tattoos, flirtatious smirks and dirty remarks.Drowned in the past he can’t escape; he has no time for love until he meets her.She is so gentle, so delicate for his dark and cruel world. He knows he should leave her alone but he couldn’t, he wouldn’t. He is a selfish bastard and he takes pride in it.When the opportunity to get closer to her arises, he breaks his own rules to offer her a deal she can’t refuse.A day of freedom. After that they wouldn’t look for each other again.One year later, he meets her again. The woman he had never forgotten, whose soft lips and doe eyes had haunted his dreams.Fate was so cruel and twisted that the object of his darkest desire is now going to be his sister-in-law. Engaged to his older brother Damien Niarchos-The leader of Country ZY mob family to ensure peace between the two families.Every monster has their weakness. She’s his.His obsessionHis addiction.His forbidden fruit.**Sweet, shy, and introverted despite being the only daughter of the most feared mob boss in the country, Beatrix Quinn is a romantic who is waiting for her Prince Charming to rescue her from her overprotective father and brothers.But instead of a Prince Charming, she gets a bad boy whose touch sets her soul ablaze.She never thought the guy she met one year ago whom she had given all her firsts is going to be her brother-in-law.Despite him being the only one who makes her feelBeautifulProtected.Truly wanted.Theirs is a love doomed to fail from the beginning.____________________________Excerpt:“Why can’t I let you go even when you’re not even mine.” He said against her neck between kisses, his hot breath making her skin shudder.“R-Rhys..we can’t.” she stuttered with a flush on her face.Rhys chuckled, it was low and slightly menacing.“I know little mouse, I know.”

They said they came from out of nowhere. There were no signs of their arrival nor there were any loud sounds.

One day, Humanity woke up and was forced to accept their existence...along with the destruction they brought with them.

Ashton West, a orphan and a transmigrator from Earth. He woke up in this near-apocalyptic world without anyone else to rely on aside from himself.

Thankfully, he was blessed with a golden finger that came with his transmigration package!

Ashton: This world needs a Hero...sadly, I can't be bothered to be one.

Ashton: Surely there's someone out there who can fulfill that role. As for me? Well...

"Being 'Humanity's Strongest Backer' doesn't sound so bad."

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Jiang Xiaomi transmigrated as a baby into another world and found herself in a small valley. Here, her parents and all her older siblings adore her. Even her younger brother was very obedient. Although they were somewhat poor, and life was difficult, Xiaomi wasn't afraid. She had a pocket dimension that gave her everything she wanted in the world! Her space was full of spiritual energy, so she grew spiritual plants and spiritual herbs and also raised spiritual beasts there. Every day, she bathed in a spiritual fountain. Besides that, the spiritual energy in the air that leaked out helped the entire Fuan Village by ensuring the crops were large and fresh! For these very reasons, Jiang Xiaomi became the lucky star in Fuan Village. She later used her clairvoyance ability to create ammunition and large ships. Then, someone wanted her to stay in the capital city and become a government official's wife. Jiang Xiaomi waved her hand. This world is vast. I still want to see what's out there!

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.