MTL - Bamboo Horse Alpha - Chapter 18 basketball game

“What are you doing? ” he asked solemnly

“We kissed ” Lia confessed, finally letting the cat out of the bag. It was better for him to release his anger openly than giving her this silent torture.

“I'm not going to lie, I enjoyed it” She disclosed “It just felt so right like this is what a part of my soul was missing out on all these years but.... ”

She stared him straight in the eyes and asked “But as blissful as that sounds, why do I still feel guilty?”

His gaze remained unwaveringly on her's while

Her voice broke and tears began to slide down her face.

“W-why do I feel bothered? Why does my heart feel guilty when in fact I'm following it? why does everything seem so complicated with you? Why do I feel for you when I've already been destined for someone else? ”

Asher clutched his fist, trying so hard to contain his emotions that were threatening to surface but the girl's words were tearing his heart out

The tears continued to trickle down her cheeks “What is wrong with me ? ” she asked exasperated, and began to wipe her face with her palm obsessively.

At her sixth wipe, Asher stopped her and drew her towards him, staring at her with this odd gleam in his eyes.

His cold, smooth hands cupped her cheek and rubbed away a hot tear with his thumb.

“Nothing is wrong with you” He assured her, his thumb caressing her cheek while his eyes fixed on her's intent.

He was just conflicted, was it right to confess the truth to her now? All this time, he's been careful, what would happen if he becomes careless for once?

Maybe it's time to become selfish after all.

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Having two Mates?

What an absurd joke

Here comes Lia originally mated to a werewolf but an accident and conspiracy had her mated to a vampire as well.

Now she has to figure out the raging feelings she has for the Alpha of the silver pack and the Alpha of the Nicoli Clan and fighting off dark forces in need of her ability as well.

WPC June 2024 Winner----------------------------What would you do, if you could transmigrate to the anime you designed?Upon transmigrate to the anime world, Owen found himself standing at the edge of the arena.A tall, coldly beautiful figure held a staff, arrogantly surveying the crowd!At this moment, the system sounded![Ding, please choose:1. Challenge on stage to receive a god-tier reward2. Abandon the challenge and lose 50% HP!]Challenge![Ding, congratulations to the Host for obtaining a god-tier reward][God-tier Talent: Order of Merlin, Host's leveling speed increased tenfold!][God-tier Skill: Mana Void, Host's surroundings become a no-magic zone!][God-tier Weapon: Godslayer Staff, the strongest weapon! Can transform into any shape!]Nice, let me show you the power of a transmigrator!At this moment, the system's voice sounded again:[Ding, please choose:1. Host marries the strongest female antagonist and conquers the world together2. Abandon the challenge and lose 100% HP!]Excuse me???Is there even a choice here???

The hero who was killed by the demon king ended up reincarnated as the son of the one who killed him! Thus began the life of the hero who donned in the mask of the ideal demon prince to topple his own kingdom while doing his best to prevent anyone from discovering his identity―― But to do that and blend into the demon tribe society, he had to kill his former comrades. Nevertheless, to become stronger, to save humanity, he had to walk through all kinds of paths of carnage! This is the tale of the demon race’s fake prince destroying his own kingdom.

O Hero, Trample Those Who You Should Protect!

TN: Most part of the other character in the novel is depicted from a non-human perspective so expect something that is completely different from the common sense of human.

(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…