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My Pet Fox Is Actually A Demon Prince

Just when Kyva believed her life could not sink any lower, she is auctioned off in a brothel as a sex slave. Refusing to surrender the only dignity she had left, she escapes. Wounded, hunted, and with absolutely nowhere to go, Kyva flees into the wilderness to escape from her captors. There, she stumbles upon an injured white fox caught in a hunter's snare. Despite her own desperate situation, she could not bring herself to ignore the creature's suffering. So she frees it, and against all reason, takes it with her. But after nursing the fox back to health, Kyva expects it to return to the wild where it belongs. But it doesn't. Instead, it continues to follow her. “Little fox,” she tells it one evening, exhaustion heavy in her voice as she prepares to move again. “I don't have food. I don't even have a place to sleep. I'm being hunted by slave traders. We should go our separate ways.” —-- Minutes later, Kyva wakes up after collapsing from exhaustion. To her surprise, she finds fresh fruits, good clothes and clean water laid carefully beside her. The white fox sits nearby, watching her with unsettling intelligence. 'Obviously, you need me more than I need you,' the fox thinks coldly, tail swishing in mild disdain. 'If not for the inconvenience of you being my mate, I would have left you to starve in the wild.' While Kyva believes she rescued a helpless creature, she may have unknowingly bound herself to something far more dangerous. As she journeys deeper into an unfamiliar land inhabited by beast men and women, Kyva begins to carve out a fragile new life for herself. The more she learns about this strange world, the more her mysterious fox companion refuses to leave her side, and seems determined to drive away anyone who gets too close.
Sky_8457 · 127.4k Views

We Who Survived The Sky

They say, although you never really know how reliable 'they' are, that over five million people go missing every year and are never heard from again. Is that worldwide? America only? I never cared enough to pay attention, because as far as I was concerned, it had nothing to do with me. No one I know has ever disappeared, and the odds say that no one I ever know ever will. There's more people who live in New York City than that, and I've never even been to New York City, much less lived there. I don't know anyone who has. Besides. There's so many more pressing matters to think about. I never have the sort of free time I need to think that, really, I'm playing a lottery with crappy odds I didn't ask to play in. Every single person I know is another entry every year, and first prize is ending up among those people that lose someone who never reappears. Sooner or later, there's a lot of people who win the grand prize jackpot they didn't know they were competing for. At seventeen the state of Oregon doesn't think I'm ready for the cut-throat world of scratch tickets and guessing lottery numbers. Turns out there's some lotteries out there that you don't need to play to win. Some people see their numbers on the television, some people have to wrestle them back from enthusiastic shop owners, and then some people take the scenic route from the bus stop and run into a wall of light and weightlessness halfway home. I grew up in a little town in the Pacific Northwest that's never been in any movies, and I hit the jackpot at seventeen years old.
Amesaya · 109.2k 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 · 478.5k Views