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Kakegurui: Ten Wins, No Losses

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Private Hyakkaou Academy, with the student council at the top, has a class system dominated by "gambling". Whether it is wealth or honor, it can become a bargaining chip in the gambling game. The winner is in heaven, and the loser is in hell. Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's younger brother, [Traveler] Ayanokouji Kiyohei, stepped into this campus today, determined to change the class system of this academy so that the lower class people can also stand up! He relies on two things, sufficient money, and a system that can guarantee ten consecutive bottoms. It's just... In the process of revolution, there will always be some small problems. "Saotome Meiari, you guy, don't ask me to borrow money anymore! How many times have you lost and still want to get your money back?" "Jabami Yumeko, a gambler can't get the house! I said I won't gamble with you, and you squatting on the ground pretending to be good is the same!" "And you, Ikishima Midari, stop playing with revolvers! If you want to play, I will teach you another Russian roulette." ------------------------- If you’d like to support my work, check out my: patreon.com/Greyhounds
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The Devil Who Claimed Me

She hated him for lying to her and kidnapping her. He would burn the world to protect her. “I’d rather die than be owned by you,” I screamed. He approached slowly, his expression cold and unreadable. “You can’t die without my permission.” -------------- Mila Vega, a promising heart surgeon, lived her life on her own terms until she saved a stranger, until she found out the weak and injured man she had brought home was a ruthless devil. Dominic Russo, a mafia king, cold, calculative, untouchable. Mila hated him. She hated him for locking her up, for the way he looked at her as if she belonged to him. ----------- I stepped back as he approached. “You won’t be able to cage me here,” I barked. “I’ll find my freedom.” He sneered, with dangerous light in his eyes. “Try it. You won’t make it past the gate." He didn’t bluff. He wouldn’t let her leave his side, no matter what. Trapped in his dangerous world, Mila should run. But why couldn’t she stop thinking about him? She saw him kill without mercy, yet his eyes softened when they rested on her. His touch was possessive, but protective. ‘Does he love me?’ Her heart raced. In the world ruled by blood and power, with enemies close in from every corner, emotions were luxury. Love couldn’t bloom. Just as she started to wonder if this monster had a heart, she realized his heart was too cold to warm it. She understood she was nothing but his plaything. Mila’s hatred ignited all over again. She wanted to disappear from his world for good. But the man she called a monster, a ruthless killer, might be the only one willing to burn the world to protect her. ------------ He pinched my chin, putting enough force to make me wince. “You will not run again.” I dared to look into his eyes defiantly. “And if I do?” He said in a calm tone. “I’ll bring you back.”
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