Yang Feng somehow transmigrated into a different world and received a legacy of an ‘ancient high tech’ family, which does not directly raise his power, but gives him the technology to build things which are way more advanced than the seemingly medieval world.
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God of Slaughter
Growing up parentless, Shi Yan, who was left with a large amount of inheritance money, bore a general disinterest in life.
Coffee Beans
Highest Ranks: #1 in wattpride (17/05/21) #1 in unlimitedpride (17/05/21) #10 in lesbian (27/02/19) #4 in girlXgirl (27/03/19) #10 in LGBT (07/02/19) #75 in Romance (18/04/18) [COMPLETED] Ellie runs a small coffee shop in a little village just outside of London. It's somewhere local businessmen grab a drink before heading to the city, or where mums can take their kids and have a chat with friends. Either way, a soaking wet customer after closing time was something that Ellie didn't expect in her sleepy coffee shop. And yet it was the best thing to ever happen to her.
Arrange Marriage With The Cold Devil~
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Before Oreo could react, Damien pushed him to the wall while kissing him wildly while Oreo struggled to push him away crying and sobbing.
My House of Horrors
The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor.
At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’‽”