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Rebirth: Beasts Bound

Becky_b
[Warning: Mature content R - 18+) "You want us Master?” Ryker murmured, his voice low and dangerous as he stepped closer. Azrael’s fingers trailed fire up my exposed thighs, slow and deliberate. I exhaled sharply, my cheeks burning under their combined heat. Veyra’s lips brushed teasing kisses along the edges of mine, soft yet claiming. I arched instinctively as Thyrian’s hand slid to my nape, his mouth pressing gentle, reverent bites that sent shivers racing down my spine. “Who’s your favorite?” they demanded in unison, voices thick with hunger. I moaned softly, words trembling out: “I love all of you.” ****************** I walked in on my fiancée fucking my stepsister. I demanded answers, but instead was met by a blade to the heart. Death should have been the end. Instead, I woke up trapped inside the novel I’d devoured, reincarnated as the villainess doomed to die at the hands of her four ruthless male consorts. Ryker (fox). Azrael (Demon). Veyra (succubus). Thyrian (Merman). Powerful. Possessive. Lethal. Each one helped orchestrate her execution in the original story. Now the rules are clear if I want to survive this twisted world: Make my consorts fall desperately in love with me. Never draw the attention of the untouchable female lead. But stealing their hearts means claiming everything that was hers power, devotion, desire. She’s divine, adored, invincible. I’m hunted, despised, clinging to the lowest rank. Every touch ignites obsession. Every kiss hides a threat. Every whispered “mine” could be my salvation… or my undoing. Can a villainess rewrite her fate and keep four dangerous men wrapped around her finger? Or will their love consume me before I even survive the first season?
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When dungeon gates opened across the world, it became a gold rush. Hunters chased glory. Guilds chased power. Corporations chased profit. Phong Tran awakened as a Level 1 Farmer. No skills. No passives. A broken EXP bar that never moved. So he sold energy drinks instead. Leg warmers. Electrolytes. Power banks. If everyone else was digging for gold, he’d sell the shovels. Then Josh came. University golden boy. Gym-built. Son of a man who could erase problems with a phone call. “Protection fee.” Phong refused. He woke up in a hospital bed, beaten within an inch of death. His aunt and uncle were gone. No bodies. No investigation. No media coverage. Just silence. Then, as if the universe had a sense of humor, his system finally gave him a quest: Plant and harvest 10 potatoes in the dungeon. That’s it. No penalties. No forced missions. No ticking clock. No promise of justice. Just a choice. Phong takes it. The potatoes mutate. Then other plants followed. Chilies spit burning rounds. Sweet potatoes bulk up into blunt-force bruisers. Garlic turns chemical-warfare illegal. Enoki mushrooms rattle like dungeon-grade machine guns. His crops become his frontline. Phong doesn’t want to conquer the dungeon. He wants to build something inside it. A farm. A hearth. A settlement for people tired of being disposable. He won’t let revenge be the only thing he grows. Revenge lit the spark. But it won’t be the only thing he grows. And if the most powerful man in the city comes looking to finish what his son started... He’ll learn something the dungeon already knows. This farm fights back.
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