You are all bad women! Don't come over! - Chapter 296 - 287

Wake up and an unknown door has appeared in your home… Behind each door is a completely unfamiliar world.In the nightmare world, Jiang Cheng relays the news from the Hunk to the Fatty, adding his own spin to the story.The Fatty almost cried in fear hearing it.“My whole family will be strung upside down for blood-letting if I die here?”“That’s what I heard.”“Then, how come you don’t look scared at all?” The fatty widened his eyes.Jiang Cheng turned around and replied in a very formal tone, “Because I’m an orphan.”

She is the rising (new) movie queen of the entertainment circle, who is also Beijing’s Ye Family long-lost Second Young Miss. Everyone knows that the Ye Family Eldest Young Miss is the chairman of Fenghai Group; Ye Family Third Young Master is a Major General of the military area; and yet, Ye family wants the second young miss to come back home, but she is just a flower vase (pretty face) of the entertainment industry.

On the final night of his mother's life, young Synoh makes a solemn promise—to become a great general of the kingdom and honor her legacy. But after her death, grief overwhelms him, and he flees deep into the forest, where a chance encounter with a mysterious wolf changes his fate forever.Guided by the wolf's presence, Synoh returns home, finding renewed purpose under his father's strict training. Over time, he forms an unbreakable bond with the enigmatic wolf, but destiny separates them as Synoh embarks on a perilous journey to fulfill his promise.Facing fierce battles, political schemes, and inner doubts, Synoh must prove his worth to himself and the kingdom. Can he overcome the trials that stand in his way? And will fate one day reunite him with the wolf who first guided him back to his path?A tale of courage, loyalty, and destiny unfolds in this gripping story of a boy's journey to greatness.Hi this is the author,I hope you guys likes this story and thanks.

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.”