Extra's Path To No Harem - Chapter 202: First Bomb [1]

What’s worse than finding out you’re that Louis XIV when you’re a baby?

Of course there is, for example, it’s still a magic version.

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Nova scrambled backwards, panting hard, her short locks clinging to her damp forehead as she watched this predator stalk towards her. The vibrant and lively forest hushed, almost holding its breath to watch the scene unfold. Great, she had an audience for what would surely be a gruesome death.Death looked... a little... rugged and in nothing but a loin cloth, defined by slabs of muscle, a trail of hair leading down to such a small piece of cloth to hide a large-A spine-chilling growl snapped her gaze back up to meet his golden-red eyes, fiery, and intense, glaring at Nova as he slammed his hands either side of her head. Pieces of bark crumbled down from the impact.“I told you not to run...” He threatened, his eyes piercing hers, his voice more guttural than she'd heard from any male. His eyes clenched shut as his body trembled. “My instinct is to always stalk, always chase... until I get what I want..”Their faces were inches apart. She could feel his hot breath fanning her face. The forest was humid and hot, and his body was so close to hers that it was almost unbearable. The gruff voice, those words and the intensity of those eyes that reminded her of sunsets caused goosebumps to flourish across her arms.“What do you want?” Nova swallowed, not recognising her voice. She was so out of her depth. His chest rumbled, and more bark crumbled down from behind her head.“You...”Her breath hitched.“To. Do. As. You're. Told.”Paradise was what Nova Winslow was promised when her boyfriend whisked her away to Isla De Tayun, the perfect getaway for their busy lives. It was untouched, pristine, a hidden gem.But it had remained that way for a reason. The island doesn’t want visitors. And neither do the natives.What should have been a romantic retreat, drinking from coconuts and lounging on white-sandy beaches together, turns into a holiday from hell.Mid-argument with her soon-to-be ex, Nova stumbles into a lake. When she resurfaces, her boyfriend, the path she came from, and the resort have vanished.Alone, stranded, and with little survival skills, Nova has only a wet phone with no signal, a pair of heels, and an irrational fear of bats—which are everywhere. She is out of her depth when she falls into a mystical world of beasts.Hunted by tribesmen, stalked by beasts that shouldn't exist, and hearing animals speak, she has no choice but to trust the wild beast the forest itself fears—Yoa, a wanted man. Together, they flee the tribes pursuing them all while battling her growing attraction to Yoa.Can she survive the wild and make it back to her civilised life? Or will she lose herself to the untamed world—and to the man who belongs to it?

The original novel for the short drama 'A Promise of a Joyful Life,' now available.Five years ago, she was forced by her family to take the fall and was imprisoned, even giving birth to twin boys in jail.Five years later, she marries a dying man in a coma to ward off bad luck. Everyone thought Eliza Sutton was finished, but who knew that Eliza Sutton would transform into a big shot with multiple identities.Shane Lockwood cornered her against the wall: “Mrs. Lockwood, are you having fun playing with me?”Eliza Sutton reluctantly replied, “It's alright, I guess.”Shane Lockwood took Eliza Sutton's hand: “It seems Mrs. Lockwood doesn't think I'm trying hard enough. Tonight, I'll make you even happier.”

It is the 49th year of Konoha, and the Uchiha clan massacre is only seven years away.A set of women's clothing that accelerates training when worn.A Zanpakutō that grants invincibility upon releasing its Bankai.In this urgent and chaotic time, Qing Chuan has been transported to this world.To survive, he has no choice but to don women's clothes and speed up his training.While training, he meets Itachi Uchiha. To hide his identity and avoid suspicion, he takes on the alias Haruko.In the blink of an eye, seven years have passed...