Lin Xiaowan is the epitome of a “bad girl” archetype, known for her sweet appearance and charming demeanor that effortlessly win people over. She skillfully navigates multiple relationships, prioritizing material pleasures and external conditions while using emotional connections as a means of gaining benefits. Rarely genuine in her affections, Lin Xiaowan treats love casually and irresponsibly, constantly seeking excitement and novelty in her interactions, often leaving a trail of heartbreak without remorse. Her vibrant social life is filled with admirers, yet she never settles into a stable relationship. Despite this, her captivating charm and adept social skills make her a figure that’s both loved and loathed, leaving an unforgettable impression on those she encounters.
_Witchcraft & Wolfblood_ Elijah's kiss deepened, his hands exploring Aria's curves. Her body responded, melting into his touch. Aria's thoughts blurred, overwhelmed by the intensity of Elijah's passion. Just as suddenly, Alpha Elijah broke away, his chest heaving. "You're mine, Aria," he declared. Aria's lips parted, her voice barely audible. "Yours?" Elijah's eyes burned with possessiveness. "Mine to protect, mine to keep safe." Aria's heart raced, unsure what to make of Elijah's claim. _Witchcraft & Wolfblood_ is a captivating tale of love, magic, and moonlight, where two sworn enemies must choose between loyalty, power, and their hearts.
Because of a mysterious statue, Helen traveled to another world, and she embarked on an adventure with a special mission. Because of the ability to go back to death, the girl discovered the truth and saved others in death after death. During the trip, she met a series of companions and friends. After Caesar, who really loves werewolves, got involved in the disputes between humans, werewolves, and vampires, in order to save her lover and those who love her, she can only use her death retrospective ability again and again, trying to change the fate of everything...
What the hell is this place?" The words escaped Leon's lips, but the sound of his voice—high-pitched and melodic—stopped him in his tracks. He blinked, looking down, and immediately froze. What... in the actual... hell? He was no longer himself. His once lean, athletic frame had been replaced by soft curves wrapped in a tight, scandalous red dress. His hands—delicate and manicured—trembled as they hovered in front of his face. Panic surged through him as his mind raced. "This... this isn't my body!" he exclaimed, clutching at the unfamiliar contours of his figure. The sound of his own voice—now distinctly feminine—sent another jolt of shock through him. Before he could process the impossibility of the situation, a guttural growl echoed behind him. Spinning around on unfamiliar high heels, he spotted a massive black jaguar stalking toward him. Its golden eyes locked onto him with a predatory gleam. Leon didn’t have time to think. Instinct took over as he yanked off the impossible heels and sprinted barefoot into the dense jungle. The ground was rough beneath his soft, uncalloused feet, and the dress clung uncomfortably to his body, restricting his movements. "I was just in class!" he muttered between gasps, weaving through the trees. "How did I end up here? And why the hell am I a woman?" Branches scraped against his exposed skin, adding to his growing sense of vulnerability. He had always been a confident, athletic guy in the real world—a star on the soccer field, the kind of person who could handle himself in any situation. But this? This was an entirely new kind of nightmare. As he pushed forward, his balance faltered. The foreign body he inhabited didn’t move the way he was used to, and it took all his focus to avoid tripping. "What is going on?" he cried out, frustration mixing with fear. Just as the jaguar’s growl grew louder, a sudden force struck him from the side, sending him tumbling into a cluster of bushes. A sharp "Oof!" escaped his lips as he hit the ground. "Shut up!" hissed a voice, low and urgent. Leon blinked, dazed, and found himself staring up at a man crouched over him. His face was rugged yet undeniably handsome, his sharp eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. "Keep quiet if you want to live," the man muttered, glancing toward the direction of the jaguar’s growls. Leon’s breath hitched. Everything about this situation felt surreal—the jaguar, the jungle, the strange man, and most of all, the fact that he was no longer in his own body. The man grabbed his arm and pulled him upright. Leon winced as his newfound feminine frame swayed unsteadily. "Who... who are you?" Leon stammered, his voice trembling. "No time for questions," the man snapped. "If you don’t want to end up as jaguar food, follow me." Leon hesitated, his mind a storm of confusion. This has to be a dream, he thought desperately. But the sharp pain in his feet and the chill of the jungle air on his bare skin told him otherwise. Reluctantly, he followed the man deeper into the jungle, his heart pounding as the growls of the jaguar faded into the distance. His mind, however, was far from calm. How did this happen? Why am I here? And most importantly... how the hell do I get back to my own body?