Becoming a life winner from infancy - Chapter 227 The feeling of being let down by a woman

“Verily, after sorrow shall come great joy.And after this pitiless winter shall come a gentle spring.Be patient my child, you only need wait to receive its soft rains.”There wasn't much good that could be said about Leon or his life in general.He'd been raised by his single mother in the bad parts of town, Neither he nor his sister knew their fathers, He'd dropped out of school early on to make ends meet, something he'd barely done even with him and his mom working their asses off.To top it all off, the useless son of a gun that was apparently his father had genes that were susceptible to cancer. So at the ripe age of 18, he was diagnosed with terminal cancer.Such suffering would've almost been comical, if it wasn't his life.Having lost his physical ability, he finds work writing novels online to help with the bills.And then the world took his family from him.Left in a hospital with terminal cancer, american healthcare and his novel as his only companions, Leon decides to end it all.Only to wake up as Victor, an extra in the brutal world of his novel. His troubles were only just starting.Soft rains be damned.

Seventeen-year-old Grayson has endured a harrowing childhood, leaving him with a dark and twisted philosophy. Driven by this painful doctrine, he imposes his skewed beliefs on everyone and everything around him. His malevolent actions draw the attention of an ancient evil, an entity wrapped in darkness and legend. This being sees in Grayson the potential to carry on its legacy.As the ancient evil begins to mold Grayson for a future drenched in darkness, he finds himself drawn deeper into a web of manipulation and control. Questioning whether he has the strength to defy the fate that has been thrust upon him.Theós, an ancient deity whose origins are lost to time, rules with an iron grip, instilling fear and absolute control over those who dare challenge him.“If it is not within Theós' plan, it cannot be done!”

“Heaven's Taboo Doggy Technique”Living his life as a cripple, Xuan never expected anything good in his life; however, the day he discovered a secret library in his sect, he was able to walk into a parallel world.A different world, a modern world of cultivators and his world.The library of taboo techniques awaits Xuan again: the milking technique, doggy technique, dual technique, or sword art technique—every technique in one library.He can now use every technique to boost his cultivation above the gods themselves. Goddesses want his immortal white juice, mothers want his body renew techniques, step-siblings want his meat raw. Xuan's body was the pinnacle of taboo in both worlds.The fucker of mothers, stripper of daughters, and the founder of all techniques—it was only a matter of time.

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family.But fate doesn't follow orders.Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything.A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness.She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist.But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed. She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing.They told her different names.A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.”Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.”A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.”Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?”The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul.Lara Norse Kromwel.Daughter of General Odin Norse.Empress of the First Empire.But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty.“This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!”