Gamers Are Fierce - Chapter 867 - 866: Matchstick

[Warning: Mature Content, R18+] [Detailed Smut] [Strictly for Adults Only]Mixed POV: 3rd & 1st POVGeorgia Lewis had a carefully planned future. Her longtime billionaire boyfriend proposed marriage, promising protection and financial freedom.But everything was shattered in an instant.Her brother’s tragic death at sea was initially pinned on a disgraced ship captain. Then, the case was closed and declared a drunken accident, but the wounds never healed on either side.Georgia was left to pick up the pieces: Left with an orphaned niece, a dying family business, and dealing with the angry people whom her father and brother owed money that was used to revive their agency… in fear.To make things worse, she was pushed overboard into the midnight sea before her wedding. Thought dead by everyone on the ship, she survives... barely... only to be rescued by the last man she ever wanted to see again—Captain Nicholas Knight, the man once accused of her brother’s murder.Georgia is forced to trust Nick as she recovers. He is intense, stoic, and shockingly kind—nothing like the killer she imagined.As the days pass, she learns more about who Nicholas really was, but Georgia remains haunted by betrayal and secrets.Nick risks his life for her, and despite his hunger for her, he vowed to protect her, not use her. He teaches her how to fight, how to survive—and how to trust again.Determined to protect Georgia, Nick finally steps into his destiny. But enemies are everywhere.As passion and danger collide, Georgia and Nick must fight for their future, outsmart powerful enemies, and uncover a murderous conspiracy hiding in plain sight.But revenge comes at a price, and so does love.Yet the more she resists him, the more addicted she becomes.And when the world wants to silence her…He’s the only one who’ll burn it down to save her.Excerpt:“Goddammit, wake up! Don’t you dare die on me! I swear, if you make me regret jumping from that fucking moving ship—!”Her lashes fluttered, blurred by seawater and tears.“Are you awake?” the voice came again. He was closer now, his breath warm against her cheek. “Can you hear me?!”“I’m begging you… Don’t tell anyone you found me… Someone tried to kill me…”His brows furrowed. “What…? Were you pushed overboard?”Georgia barely managed to nod. But her body had had enough.“Yes…”Then the memories crashed back. Salt water, freezing winds, her body going numb in the ocean…“Don’t come any closer!” she hissed. “I swear to God, I’ll scream if you come one step closer, you pervert!”“I know you...”Nick stiffened. “What now?”“You murdering son of a bitch!” she roared.Georgia grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at him.“What the hell? Are you insane?!” he barked, dodging the pillow. “You’re Nicholas Knight! You killed my brother!”Seeing her trembling, he lifted her effortlessly.“Let go of me!” she shrieked, squirming violently.“Stop—shit!” Nick lost his balance.“Maniac!” she declared.That’s when he felt it. Something soft. Plush.His head dropped like a guillotine blade, fast and sharp. His eyes locked on his right hand, which was currently cupping her like he was holding a fragile fruit from the gods.His soul left his body. But his body betrayed him. He was as hard as rock in an instant…Eyes bulging, jaw dropping, Nick choked on a curse. “Fuck.”Too bad he whispered it directly into Georgia’s face.Georgia's knee rocketed upward like a heat-seeking missile.“How dare you touch me, you Captain Pervert! Murderer!” she hissed like a vengeful sea witch.Nick wheezed in pain, clutching his groin. “I saved your life…”

Elijah is dying.Afflicted with terminal cancer, his days are limited. So, after deciding to spend his remaining time with family, he boards a plane and sets off for the Pacific Northwest to be with his sister. However, along the way, Earth is transformed by the touch of the World Tree, injecting it with magical Ethera and connecting it to a much larger universe via the System. More importantly for Elijah, though, it also causes his plane to crash, stranding him on a deserted island. But all is not lost, and through the System, he gains the Druid archetype that may be enough to allow him to survive a hostile environment filled with powerful monsters as well as more mundane threats like starvation and the elements. Meanwhile, his sister, Alyssa, must survive the collapse of civilization as she knows it while trying to keep her family safe. Follow them as they try to navigate an apocalyptic world full of game-like stats, classes, and threats aplenty.

The world spat on him because he betrayed humanity and took the side of darkness.His executioner was his best friend and his lover stood on one side, her eyes hollow and devoid of any sympathy.Every single one desired him to vanish.However, the moment his pitiful life came to an end he found himself getting summoned by a Goddess.Kneeling on the ground and requesting for his help,[For the last time, please wear the mantle of our champion again. This world needs you, Clarsen.]So she said.The world would be pushed under the darkness of death again, and this time there would be several chosen warriors there to save the world.Yet, despite all that, the eldest Goddess was begging for his support.“Fine, I will do it myself.”********Additional tags: Strong to stronger, ruthless MC, kingdom building, limitless mana, possessive characters, regressor, transmigrator, obsessive love.*********A/N:- Give the story a read until it goes through a time skip. I request you to pass the judgment after that.

Transmigration? A Chong Xi Marriage? Sickly husband? How worse can this get?

Mo Qian Xue now lives in a soddy, destitute, small house with broken furnitures. The grass had grown wild and unruly from lack of proper care. The rice pot in the kitchen, it’s left empty. Well, this mess seemed quite manageable, however, why is it they only have one quilt in the house?

Not only does she serve her husband food and refreshments during the day, does she need to make sure he’s well “fed” at night too?

“It’s getting late now… we should go to bed. Said the sickly husband. She simply closed the door, turned off the lights, and went straight to sleep.

“If you dare move, I’ll kick you out of the bed!” She threatened.

In the end, the man still managed to wrap himself around her no matter how she resisted. The sickly husband wasn’t as weak as he appeared to be!

Mo Qian Xue worked hard to become rich. She built workshops, opened factories, one aided by her sickly husband towards prosperity. Fortunately, she could live a peaceful life far from bickering relatives, but then, much to her dismay, she still had to deal with the villagers knocking on her door.

So they want her money? They want her position as a wife? Since when was she, Mo Xian Que easy to bully?! They want to make her lose face? Alright, let them come a little closer then… give them a…. slap!

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