My Succubus System - Chapter 11: Midnight Deluxe

Aidan was thrust into this word of death and magic against his will. He was weak, Frail and pathetic but his unyielding hardwork led him to the peak where he sits unrivaled, Now he tries to find other ways to cure his unending bordom.Netorase—Netorare—Overpowered—Harem—Elf’s—Giants—Incest—

Under the moonlight, a city stands in the shadow of gangsters that have been making trouble and disturbing the public. The gangsters are consisted of strong men who are good at fighting. Unexpectedly, they are actually the young people who are crazy for money and power. The city has become a battlefield for them.

Emma Hilland moved alone to a city miles away from her home where she grew up as a princess. Because of a problem, she decided to move and continue her study in this city. This time, she would try to be a normal girl. But, just like a fire, she would burn whatever she touched.

This is the story of how The Black Swan group was formed in the City of Handway. Behind the beautiful legs that jump amidst the flower field, the deadly poisonous thorns are hiding. But, could the swan’s heart be conquered?

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This story contains action and martial arts topics. Some have mature content. If you are looking for a romance story, then this book isn’t suitable for you. Because this is MORE than that! Try if you DARE!

The unparalleled Pill Emperor is reborn into another life, practicing unique cultivation techniques and refining pills that others cannot. Occasionally, he would offer advice to those so-called masters of pill dao, while casually recruiting a few talented disciples to follow him.“Want a cultivation technique? No problem!”“Need a pill? No problem!”“The real question is, have you hung out with me?”In this life, Mo Wangchen is destined to reach the pinnacle once more, to dominate with his pills and reverse the heavens with his martial prowess!

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.