The Inconceivable Flame: A Fallen Angel's Disguise - Chapter 255 Secrets

When Rayne Weston wakes up from a year long coma, she finds herself bound to a multiplier system.Before her life has time to normalize, she receives a premonition that the end of the world is coming.Making full use of her system, she starts preparing for every and any situation!Having access to limitless supplies makes Rayne a shining star in the apocalypse, but will she be able to stay safe in this new unruly world?posted free chapters on Royal Road#survival #apocalypse #system #romance #powercouple #foodie #R18+

The reborn Chi Feiran swiftly ran to the entertainment world to protect his life. After working one time with Rong Jin, a famous actor, the shipping between them erupted.

“You guys, look at Ranran! He’d never smiled so sweetly as he sang before!”

Chi Feiran was dumbstruck, his last mini album was a compilation of sad depressed love songs! It’s all broken-hearted songs with being dumped, being cheated on, being a spare tire, is he supposed to smile when he’s being kept as a spare?! Does that make any sense?!

Rong Jin: “……”
So he actually likes me……

It’s the first time actor Rong had a gay scandal since he debuted many years ago. The shipping between them became very hyped up. Every day, Chi Feiran saw himself… If not being paid for, he’s being cared for. So many scandals that it’ll need to be put in cargo when shipped out.

Until the day when the big internet users exposed who his biological and step-father were……

The silence is the most terrifying.

Netizen A lamented, “If he couldn’t make it big he has to go home and succeed the business as a president, so pitiful…”
Netizen B sobbed, “What’s more pitiful is… He might have to inherit two businesses at once.”

Pampered rich young master Shou X Film Emperor Gong who’s outwardly a noble flower but inwardly a narcissistic internet addict with a tendency to over-fantasise. Easy read! Good-feeling plots! Sweet story!

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Song Yang was a Mercenary King in his previous life, killed by a stray bullet. He transmigrated to a world of cultivation, where the ability to control clouds and move mountains is commonplace.In this life, after taking over the body of a prince who had lost everything, he awakened a system that granted him a legion of thousands of cultivators in the Saint Realm from the start, and thus his story began.Creating a Shura Palace that made the whole continent tremble as soon as it heard his name.Be it a Saint from a Holy Land, an Emperor from a Powerful Empire? An ancestor from a powerful family?No matter who it is, as long as they pay the corresponding price, Shura Palace can kill.

“Evil God of the Universe, You are in every space and time. Present in every dimension of reality and govern the darkness of our world.Oh, almighty Atticus! Hear our plea and grant us your presence tonight, awaken my Lord!”The rain had completely stopped and the strong gale had subsided into the fading raindrops. The night had turned eerily silent and only the sizzling and cackling of the fire entered their ears.Suddenly, they all felt like floating from their feet despite setting foot on the watery, hard ground, as if they were traversing into space. The darkness of the night gradually turned darker, enveloping them, morphing into everyone, like a void eating them slowly. Sequentially, their breathing turned oddly slower. Despite exaggeratedly inhaling air to breathe, it was to no avail, as if a higher entity was limiting them from breathing.Nolan felt his throat and tried to open his mouth to gasp more air but failed. Everyone but him was in a state of indignation and panic as they struggled to breathe to fill their lungs with air. Nolan tried to calm his heart. He closed his eyes and stopped inhaling air in pure panic, instead, he put his heartbeat and breathing into a rhythm. It was hard at first, but after a minute, he found his breathing gradually went stable.His whole being was in pure anticipation of what was going to happen next.After a couple more minutes, the storm completely subsided, the night turned to normal. Nolan remained standing, taking in his surroundings with his eyes closed. Everything turned silent. The eerie atmosphere and the crackling of the fire from the hay figure didn’t even enter his ears. Nolan waited for a couple more minutes, his breathing turning normal. He was reluctant to open his eyes, afraid he might ruin their ritual.“It’s alright now, Young Master. You can open your eyes now.”Nolan’s breathing hitched. He jolted on his feet as he fluttered his eyes open.“Atticus? W-why are you here?”The butler, standing in front of him, a raincoat hung on his arm, smiled. “I am everywhere, Young Master, in order to best serve you.”****Atticus, a demi-god from the underworld, was cast out of his parents' realm and banished to the human world. The reason? He had yet to give them any grandchildren.Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is purely the product of my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or beliefs is entirely coincidental. The intention is not to disrespect or diminish any faith or tradition, but rather to explore ideas within a fictional context. Reader discretion is advised.