Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang! - Chapter 257

Adam's life has been a huge disappointment.Growing up, he was a shy kid with no confidence; he had no ambition; he had no plans for the future.He didn't realize the time flowing by until one day he hit rock bottom.His wealth was taken away from him. He had nothing.Now he lives in a single-room apartment, he is making barely any money; he has no friends, no family, and no lover. He is all alone living a pathetic, miserable life.He is so pathetic that he died in his own apartment, slipping on a beer bottle.But fate has other plans for him. He didn't die but ended up back in the past with an upgraded body.Now, with another chance in life, he is determined to strive for greatness.____________________A/N - This is a smut-focused story. Expect a lot of sexual scenes.

Estaria, the Goddess of creation and eradication. The daughter of the God of destruction and the Goddess of life. Her father has been dead ever since she was born, and her mother disappeared without leaving a trace. In desperate times, as she grew old, she decided to bring her father back to life. But she had no idea where her father was. So, with nothing else to use, she thought of just recreating him through reincarnation. But the reincarnation process needed a woman whose body was strong enough to host the reincarnated vessel. With no options left, she crafted smaller deities using her own fresh and blood. Many of them failed. But one whom she named Nanako succeeded bearing a child she then named Hajime. Yet Hajime wasn't exactly what she expected. Because he possessed dual souls from two different people who died simultaneously in another world. But she was unaware of them due to one of the souls having fragments of his memories from when he was still alive in his past life. The other soul had completely forgotten everything, but bit by bit as the individual called Hajime journeys this new world, the memories of the other soul would start to retain giving him split personalities.

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.

The antique market that is filled with treasures and trash.