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The Spoilt Beauty And Her Beasts

Isabella was supposed to be sipping champagne at a luxury spa, not waking up in the middle of a forest. Worse, a SYSTEM had attached itself to her like some clingy ex, spouting nonsense about survival, quests, and—oh, hell no—manual labor. "System, I was NOT built for the wilderness! My ideal ‘roughing it’ experience involves a five-star hotel with bad WiFi!" Now, instead of lounging in silk robes, she’s being ordered to farm? To hunt? "A farming quest? You want me—a city girl—to grow food? System, I once killed a cactus by overwatering it. This is NOT my calling!" And don’t even get her started on the hygiene situation. "You want me to bathe in a cold river? Darling, I require warm water, scented oils, and an ambience! What do I look like—some barbarian?!" Unfortunately, the locals—big, muscular beastmen—don’t seem to understand the concept of self-care. The women? Neglecting their skin like it’s a crime to be radiant. The men? Walking hygiene disasters. "Ladies, if your man can smell you before he sees you, we have a problem." "You see this? This is lotion. It exists so you don’t look like a dried-up leaf. Use it." "A beard should be majestic, not tragic. Let me fix it." And the beastmen? They don’t just stare at her like she’s an oddity. No, they hover. They smirk. They lean in too close, fangs flashing with amusement. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" she huffed, crossing her arms. The panther grinned, his tail flicking. "Because you’re fascinating when you’re annoyed." No, absolutely not. She was not here for this nonsense. "If you have time to stare, you have time to moisturize." She didn’t ask to be here. She didn’t ask to be their savior. But if she has to suffer through this world, she’s making everyone around her suffer less—through skincare, style, and some serious attitude. "If I hear one more ‘We don’t season our food here,’ I’m launching a war." "If you have time to gossip, you have time to do squats." "You want to impress a woman? Start with not smelling like the battlefield." Survival isn’t just about fighting monsters; it’s about looking good while doing it. So what if the System keeps throwing impossible quests her way? "What do you mean ‘you can’t skip quests’?! Since when?! Where is the skip button?! I demand a skip button!" But somewhere between dodging ridiculous quests and fixing these people’s tragic grooming habits, Isabella found herself in situations. Uncomfortable, heart-racing situations. Like being trapped against a tree by the red python, his red eyes half-lidded as he murmured, "You talk too much, little star. Should I silence you?" Like waking up with the lion lord’s fur-lined cloak draped over her shoulders, his deep voice gruff, "You shiver in your sleep. I’ll fix that." Like the phoenix watching her every move, his burning gaze searing into her skin as he mused, "You cause chaos wherever you go, but I find that I don’t mind." Oh, hell. No. She was not about to fall for four beastmen. She was too pretty for this much stress. "If you insult me again, I’ll make sure your soul needs a beauty upgrade." "I refuse to be disrespected by anyone who dresses like an unwashed tree branch." And yet, when a rival tribe came to challenge her, when danger lurked too close, those same beastmen stood beside her—smirking, taunting, fighting for her. "A beastman growled at me today. I growled back. He ran. I am the alpha now." Isabella isn’t just surviving. She’s thriving. And this world better keep up.
Glimmer_Giggle · 628.6k Views

Douluo:Sky Curtain Reveals The Perfect World To Douluo

The Douluo Continent descends from the heavens, randomly selecting lucky individuals to transmigrate to the Perfect World, with the entire continent broadcasting the event live. Surviving for three years allows them to return, taking everything they've gained! "The Perfect World? Just a backward, barbaric, low-level world! Our journey there is the time to civilize the barbarians and spread the divine path!" Countless Soul Masters rubbed their hands together, ready to sweep through the Perfect World and seize its opportunities. Until… they witnessed firsthand: a grain of dust can fill the sea, a blade of grass can sever the sun, moon, and stars. A Celestial King flicks his finger, the heavens and earth are overturned, and realms turn to ash. Only then did they realize that the so-called God Realm was nothing more than a grain of dust in the sea of realms. --- Meanwhile, in the Perfect World, during the Chaotic Ancient Era. Su Ling transmigrated from another world, attained the Dao of Celestial King, unified the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, established the Supreme Heavenly Court at the Imperial Pass, and resisted the invasion of other realms. He was revered by all races—the Xuan Tian Emperor. Until recently, however, he felt his own Daoist temple was somewhat "lively": in the back garden pond, a silver dragon fish was always swimming, stealing immortal lotuses. A stunningly beautiful blonde girl, claiming to be an "Angel Goddess," insisted on becoming his sweeping maid. Deep in the wilderness, a blue-haired youth arrogantly scoffed, "Immortal King? Merely a tribal chieftain. I wonder if he can withstand my Buddha's Wrath Lotus?!" Su Ling: "??"
FictionTimeo · 105.1k Views

The Extra's Advent: My Villainess Fiancée is a Yandere

[A/N: No smut. Moderate pacing, with a slight lean toward fast pacing to keep the story sharp and avoid dragging. Romance is secondary] ___ I transmigrated into a slow-paced action romance fantasy novel. You know the type. A naïve, righteous protagonist with a growing harem, invasive creatures to slaughter, a God to kill, and a guaranteed happy ending. And then there was the Mob villain. The jealous, exiled half-brother who goes full psycho, challenges the protagonist… and gets killed by his own fiancée. Yeah. That villain was me, Caelir Vayne. But everything changed when I awakened the SSS class and three op skills. Cloning. Copy. Fusion. “…Wait. Isn’t this a little too overpowered?” But something’s wrong. Why isn’t the plot following the story? Why are events spiraling out of control? And worst of all… Why is my fiancée, the girl who killed me in the original story, now staring at me like I’m the only thing that exists? Hold on. They have a word for this kind of behavior. “…Don’t tell me... she’s a yandere?” ------------ Updates: 12 chapters per week. Mon to Fri: 2 chapters a day. Sat, Sun: 1 chapter a day. ... I recommend reading the free chapters first before deciding whether to continue or leave the novel. Trust the process. The story is planned, and the payoff is worth it. ... Disclaimer: This work is a piece of fiction. Any resemblance between characters and real individuals is purely coincidental.
Veilwriter0 · 895.2k Views