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Rescuing Him in Every Twisted World

Liesa Valtieri was just a psychology assistant—nothing glamorous. She picked up a case her supervising therapist had flat-out refused. That single decision dragged her into a long-term, extremely hands-on job: jumping through the fractured inner worlds of business tycoon Angus Romano, patching up the emotional blind spots of his split personalities, one world at a time. _________________________________________ World One: The CEO and His Personal Doctor The CEO leaned back dramatically on the hospital bed, eyes dark with grievance. "You only lost love," he said hoarsely. "But I lost a leg." Liesa glanced down at his medical chart, then at his perfectly intact limbs. "…Angus, it's just mild discomfort in your right leg." He stared at her in silence, then spoke with grave resolve. "If you don't love me," Angus said, " this leg can go." She rubbed her temples. "Love. I love you. Happy now?" He smiled, instantly healed. _________________________________________ World Two: Prison Kingpin and Rookie Guard "Do you like me?" he asked, casual as small talk. Liesa didn't even hesitate. "No." He nodded, "Alright. Then I'll escape tonight." "…Wait..." _________________________________________ World Three: Noble Lady and Her Devoted Attendant Liesa put a book in his hands, expression serious. "I just want you to study more," she said. "Grow up educated. Contribute to the society." The attendant hugged her waist, cheek pressed against her shoulder. "No," he said calmly. "I just want to stay with you and sleep." "..." _________________________________________ World Four: Heiress Wife and Her Husbands… Plural? Angmar Romano crossed his arms, tone cold but precise. He said, "Strictly speaking, I'm Liesa's husband. The wedding was just ruined by a certain jerk." Across the room, Durgus Romano smiled faintly. He said, "Sorry. First come, first served." Liesa stared at the two identical faces in front of her. "…OMG," she muttered, "I never would've guessed this world had two Mr. Romano. And they're twins." _________________________________________ World Five: City Lord's Wife and Her Scheming Husband Angus sighed, gaze gentle, voice full of regret. "All my life, I've only wanted one thing," he said softly."To put down the blade and be a kind, harmless man." Speechless, Liesa said, "Could you put down the knife on my neck first?" _________________________________________ ...
Pure_Balloon · 13k Views

Surviving A Novel I Don't Remember: A Tutor's Guide To Staying Alive

"If I can just stay under the radar, I might survive the final chapter." Kim Jowoon woke up in a novel world as the illegitimate fourth son of a marquis, Julian Von Astrea, and it looked like every single character hated him. It was a world where everyone looked like a protagonist—shining eyes, tragic backstories, destiny practically dripping off them. Everyone except him. He didn't even get a script. Then the Affection System popped up and crushed his hopes in one clean line of text: every so-called “hero” in the capital had a solid 0% interest in his continued existence. Naturally, Julian did the most reasonable thing possible—he ran. Straight into the safest job he could think of: tutoring the young son of the Empire's most reclusive (and famously cold) Duke. The plan was foolproof. Win over the kid, stay invisible, collect a fat paycheck, and live long enough to die of old age instead of plot relevance. It didn't go smoothly at first. The child never spoke, the Duke barely appeared, and Julian briefly wondered if he'd chosen the wrong kind of death. But somehow… it worked. The Duke's son quickly warmed up to him. Lessons became warm and fun moments, and silence turned into trust. And even stranger, the Duke's affection level didn't just rise—it skyrocketed into something Julian absolutely had not planned for. For the first time since transmigrating, he felt safe. Then the Emperor began to interfere, so much that he became a madman to Julian. Julian thought he could live quietly. Well... He thought wrong.
Byul_Byre · 195.9k Views

OMEGA'S WOVEN SCARS

His neck burns. The spot where his mating mark should be burns the closer Travis got. He is shaking, aching all over, and he knows Travis’ touch would soothe him. But he is hurt and bleeding. He doesn’t want to repeat his life all over again with the alpha. Not when it led him to lose everything. And everything was him, Travis. Someone who once awakened him has done it again. His fated mate. Things have changed. He is a different person now. But his stupid omega is making a fool out of him by reacting in all the worst ways. “Don’t,” Day holds his hand out, heart racing. He doesn’t know why this was happening. His body and mind are clashing again, like they always do whenever they do this. “I am not some weak omega who is going to present to you simply because you were once mated to me. I am not going to submit to you. You are not my alpha.” Gods, how he wishes he could give in just this once. He can already feel the slick trickling down his thighs. Soiling his jeans. And going by the way Travis’ pheromones flare, nose twitching, he knows the alpha can smell he is losing the battle. … Day can find nothing wrong with his life. He is now enrolled in university, a whole new life away from his cage, finally growing up and discovering who he is. Then crosses paths with Travis. The alpha who makes him feel like he is being born and dying all at the same time. A thread is pulled every time he locks eyes with him, talks with him ... feels him near him. Every time his scent wraps his body like the softest cloud. With each tug, the life that has been carefully woven and fed to him starts to fall apart. Day realizes he isn’t who he has been told he is, and he was someone different once. Something else, but it was all taken away. Travis was taken away, too. All the scars unravel themselves on his bones, and he is once again breaking apart.
KairalKateri · 49.4k Views