Carnivals: Claimed By The Deranged Alpha Prince [BL] - Chapter 251: Rut ??!

This is the story of a man who had no choice but to become a villain.But not just any villain because even villains have standards.This is the journey of a man learning how to become one. And to help him, the MC has access to an unlimited number of villains in his System Space, pulled from across all realities from every known dimension: Murim, Cultivation, Supernatural, Urban, Martial Arts, Mecha, and beyond.So what is it that Razeal can learn?What can he teach? And why?How can someone with knowledge from nearly every kind of reality reshape the one he’s living in?Someone with the potential to access everything the multiverse has to offer?Tired of seeing the same ideas repeated?The same system copy-pasted with no soul?No real character building no personalities, no free will?Come read this.Who knows you might find something worthwhile.

#MATURECONTENT #SMUT #REDFLAGHer Ex says “You're something that can't be shown in public Penny. You're fat, fat repels people and worse you're ugly.”Her sister says, “Take a good look at yourself, Penny. I'm better looking than you, why wouldn't Chris choose me?”Her mother says, “You're an embarrassment. I wish you were dead.”Her stepfather says, “You're useless and will never amount to anything.”Their servants say, “She's a product of rape. The child that had ruined her mother's life.”But he says, “You're my life. My wife. My everything. Anyone who dares bully you will have me to contend with.”After being betrayed by her ex and sister, Penelope is deceived into marriage with a mad Billionaire.But what she thought to be a curse, turned out to be the sweetest thing in the world. It was surprising how much the madman dotted on her and was ready to kill anyone who touched his wife.Excerpts,“I... I'm fat, nobody wants to be with fat a girl.” She blurted out, hoping he would stop trying to rip off the sheets from her body if he was aware of it.It's a norm for men to hate fat women. They get easily turned off when they see the larger boobs, flat wide ass, and pot belly. But the man before her didn't seem like he cared.“I have eyes, woman,” he said flatly. This man must truly be crazy. His hand slid higher, the sheet slipping between his fingers and she panicked even more.“I'm uneducated. Unemployed and eat a drum of food every day.” Penny continued. She would do anything, anything to make him see her as unattractive.“I drive a Tata Nano car. The cheapest car in the world. I'm useless, a product of rape, and a shapeless cow. How can you still want me after all these?” Penny cried out.“Then why are you here?” His voice turned cold, anger burning in his eyes. He had no idea why such a beautiful woman would look down on herself like this.“B... Because I... I was forced to marry you.” She said hoping he would let her go, but it seemed her words only fueled him more.“Is that so?” His breath warmed her skin as he leaned in, his lips a hairsbreadth from her ear. A dark chuckle escaped his lips as he watched her tremble.“Then you're mine now. My wife. Mine alone.” He growled.

Thea Lynch was seventeen when she injured her ear and temporarily lost her speech. Her parents passed away in a car accident, leaving her and her brother to rely on each other. Later, her brother was transferred for work and left, and she was taken to live at her grandmother's house in Westmere. During this period, her brother entrusted friends to check on her, and the one who visited most frequently was the “Third Brother”—Ian Preston, who was five years older than her.Coronet is over a hundred kilometers away from Westmere, yet he insisted on accompanying her to see doctors, patiently teaching her how to speak, and even appearing at her school gate every evening. He saved all of his gentle caring for her, but everything stopped abruptly before she could muster the courage to confess. Her secret crush was unsuccessful, and a sudden change at home caused her to leave, cutting off all contact with him.When they met again, it was seven years later when she returned home for a matchmaking date and was cornered by him in the restaurant corridor, “That guy downstairs, is he your date? How come after spending several years abroad, your taste has gotten so much worse? With better options around, how can you choose him?”“Who is the better option?” she instinctively asked.Ian Preston: “Me.”[Childhood sweethearts, getting back together, mutual unrequited love]

“There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.” — Dante AlighieriThis is a quote that dictates my life perfectly. Ever since I was a young boy, I enjoyed playing games, so much so that I carried that passion even into my sophomore years, all the way to my death.My story in life isn't all that tragic compared to the more unfortunate out there. I am your typical game creator. I made indie games and visual novels for a living.Naturally, being out of passion and an unknown solo developer, I tried my best to get my work out there, working additional jobs, doing side hustles, both online and locally, all just to survive, and all just to sponsor my work.However, in a world where competition is vast in the game industry, everything I make only ends up at the bottom rank. Because of this, I never gave up, but as I went into my thirties, this passion of mine separated me from my family.These days they don't even talk to me anymore. Depressed, alone, and on the verge of a mental breakdown, I lost all hope, and it didn't help that I had two months of rent due and bills that needed to be paid.But all that changed one night when I got a mysterious message that suddenly appeared on my laptop screen:“You who despair! Would you like a second chance at life? If yes click and offer up your life worth's negativity to me, if no forget this message completely!?”At that time, I clicked Yes by accident.But as the message said, I died due to a heart attack and reincarnated into the World of Purgatory. This was the greatest mistake of my life, as it changed it forever. However in this world I came with the power called the Administrator — a power I gained as a newborn Negative Spirit.With this power I exist as an Entity of Dreams, but even without a physical body, I was determined to make my wish come true: to be a game creator. But unlike other devs, my dreams are different. I can create scenarios in the dreams of men, forcing them to play my game. If they win, they walk out of here as an Awakened Spirit Warrior; however, if I win, the abilities they would have gained in my trials go to me. In this game of mine, anything could be wagered. In reality I have nothing to lose as the Administrator. But to the players, what they wager could be a matter of life or death.