The Taming of the Ruffian Hero - Chapter 142 (Do Not Mix Personal Feelings in It) Flying Home-returning Birds Due to Deeply Love

Han Yoona, reincarnated into the novel 'The Golden Heir' as the heroine of the novel and she lived her new life without complaints… until she’s killed.Her story should have ended there, but Yoona’s soul wakes up in the body of Luzia de Cazadores, the daughter of the kingdom’s most feared villain, Duke Ramiro de Cazadores.Yoona expects a cold, calculating tyrant. What she gets instead is something entirely different.“The author left out crucial details. Too many.” Yoona thinks, trying to figure out how he became the feared villain of the kingdom.As she gets to know Ramiro, she begins to realize that everything she thought she knew about Ramiro might not have been the full story.“Alright then, forget the plot or trying to rewrite everything. I’ll just grant the original Luzia's wish…”But with rival nobles plotting against them and the kingdom still fearing Ramiro’s so-called villainy, To protect her new family and escape the traps of a story she thought she knew, Yoona must outwit it to prevent the original story's outcome.

She was a descendant of the martial aristocratic family. She had just transmigrated when she was plotted against by others. She unexpectedly fell pregnant after a random encounter with a man.After ten months of pregnancy, she gave birth to a little fox! And this little fox pulled at her clothes and called her mother! Good thing is, the little baby fox was caring, adorable and obedient. In the mainland where good and evil are both present, the mother-son duo combined forces, suppressing all others with their expert skills, making those relatives who looked down on them regret a lot.However, one day, Baby Fox's daddy came looking for him. Not only did he want to snatch her child, he even wanted to snatch her along! The baby fox would not easily agree!Thus, the baby fox said with his hands on waist, “You want to be my daddy? Ok, hand over your money, and wait your turn.” Then the baby said to her, “Mommy, the uncle living next door is rich, how about letting him be my daddy?”

(MATURE CONTENT)I GOT HIT BY A TRUCK AND GOT INTO A STEAMY RELATIONSHIP WITH TWO FREAKING ALPHAS!I guess I was facing Karma. Who knew I'd be reincarnated into an alternate universe as a BOY?! And I became a BETA!why didn't I become an OMEGA? Afterall, I was more pretty than any male omega out there, probably because I was a girl in my last life.Well, living the life of a boy is so much easier. That way, I can do stuff I always snuck to do. Hehe. Ahem!Anyway, I got an apartment with two hot Alpha hunks, who I assumed to be dating but they weren't. They were something like friends with benefits.I somehow get involved in their 'relationship' and have to spend my day with at least one of them.It was exhausting but fulfilling.By the way, there seems to be something weird going on with my body. Do Betas become Omegas overnight?It might just be me being overly sensitive but just in case...If you wanna know more about what I'm talking about, read this new story. You'll like it.*********Check out the next generation of this book,To Byul (Omegaverse)And then my other book,It's Just A Picture (BL)

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.