I Quit Being The Male Lead’s Rival - Chapter 10: Wanting to Escape (9)

[MATURE CONTENT R18] “I'll fuck you so hard that you'll forget all about him”Natalia has been desiring her stepfather for the longest time after her mother passed away. Suddenly, her stepfather becomes engaged to another woman while his younger brother found out about Natalia's secret... Trying to keep her affair with her step cousin a secret from her passionate bodyguard.“I no longer want to be forgotten. I'll give you so much pleasure that you'll forget all about my brother.” - Edward“We've always been together so I never told you this...I love you” - Zak“I'll do whatever it takes to make you mine. Please wait just a little longer” - Lucien“I'll always protect you...even from your own self” - ReinerMy other works: Substitute Wife for the Mafia King, Lust Contracts; Conquering the Emperor ; Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion; Love Slave to My Devil CEO Boss; The Alpha Prince's Purchased Maid**This story does NOT contain incest. All male love interests are NOT blood-related to the female protagonist**Facebook Page: Realfantasies AuthorThank you!

Mo Zhu’s mother remarried after her father went missing, and she had lived in the countryside with her elderly grandmother ever since. The girl who had no parents wanted to protect herself. Therefore, to avoid getting bullied, she had turned wild since she was a child—she played truant, fought, and drank. There was nothing she did not know how to do. She was a problematic student in the eyes of her teachers, a big sister in the eyes of her classmates, and a hooligan in the eyes of her acquaintances.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”

A question I often ask myself, is the human desire for self-destruction never going away?

Travel through the endless apocalypse world, and find the answer behind every kind of demise!

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