PREVIEW

... lected the overhead lights in perfect symmetry, creating the illusion of walking between two worlds. General Thaddeus "Thunderbolt" Ross moved with military precision, his decorations clinking softly against his dress uniform. Beside him, Colonel William Stryker maintained an equally rigid posture, though his eyes darted occasionally to the classified folder clutched in his gloved hands.

"How many people did you have to threaten to get this meeting?" Ross asked, his voice barely above a ...

YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
Becoming Invincible Starts With Marrying A WifeChapter 105 - : Yue Yunxi’s Sincerity, Cloudy Moon Sect’s Crisis! (1)
 4.3k
4.5/5(votes)
ActionAdventureFantasyHarem

Hello Mr. KingChapter 1252 Fan Wai: Together, They Would Be Unmatched In The World, And Separately, They Would Be Kings. 4
 29.5k
4.5/5(votes)
RomanceDrama

Yun Xiangxiang was a well-regarded celebrity in her previous life.

Star Martial God TechniqueChapter 42 - Two Slaps
 69
4.5/5(votes)
AdventureMartial ArtsHaremShounen

In the whole world there lays twelve paths to climb the Tower of God, and in legends these twelve pathways leads toward legendary road of immortality. However these paths in the Tower of God, are far too long, without end.

Spoilt Princess Reincarnate As a WaitressChapter 9 - : Echoes of a Past Life
 
4.0/5(votes)
RomanceComedyMysteryReincarnation

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”