The Main Synopsis: Zhang Jian is an ordinary army soldier with a plain, but masculine face, a pair of sharp eyes that often get him into trouble than not, and a skill set that any other ordinary military man would have. He doesn't have his own convenient dimensional space, or some kind of powerful special-ability, or even a golden thigh to hug to help him survive the apocalypse, but he had already lived through twenty years on his own using only his own strengths and wits. Surely, things would be better for him the second time around, right? The Actual Synopsis (that this Author wanted to write): If there is anything that Zhang Jian has learned during his years living in the apocalypse, it's that beautiful people are troublesome. Whenever a pretty face would show up in public, people would argue, blood would be spilled, and Zhang Jian's good opinion in humanity would be nonexistent. There was also the fact that beautiful people are often granted abilities to help them live through the apocalypse. Therefore, Zhang Jian really didn't want to involve himself with these type of frightening and terrifying people (he's not good with regular people in the first place) and yet... why are all these good-looking people trying to crowd around him?! The 'daughter of a politician' pretty little sister: "Jian'ge~" Zhang Jian, who saved her and took her in: "....." The beautiful, playboy young master: "Jian'ge, don't go off anywhere without us." Zhang Jian, who also saved him out of a coincidence: "......." The handsome but persistent military general: "Xiao Jian, don't leave my sight." Zhang Jian, who only saved him out of convenience: ".........." The old popular, good-looking high-school friend: "Jian'er, stay with me." Zhang Jian, being crowded by these good-looking people: "..... It's suffocating...." Reading Guide: Technically Harem but eventually 1v1, fast-paced, bl, adorable MC, slow MC, most-likely shameless gong

He began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw his shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face. "Look at me." He growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the guy from last night. His eyes held surprise too, before anger erupted in them. I cowered back in fear of what he might do. "Who did this to your face?" He growled. I started to cry again and shake. "Him." I whispered and gave a small nod toward the guy who hit me.

Riley's two older brothers do everything they can to protect her from their violent step-father. But what happens when they realise she wasn't as protected as they thought. Will her brother's find out the dark secrets she has been hiding? And can she break free from her inner demons? This is Riley's story. *** "Pl..Please..." cried Riley as she stumbled on the steps. "I love it when you beg," laughed Vincent as he dragged Riley to her bedroom. Shoving her into the bedroom he closed the door behind him, turning the lock. "How long do I have?" asked Vincent as he sauntered up to Riley who backed herself against the wall. "Not long, Jason will be back any minute now," lied Riley, her heart beating hard in her chest. Vincent placed his arms on either side of Riley's body, trapping her in while dipping his head to her eye level. "I think my little birdy is lying to me," he smirked. "Now tell me, how long do I have," he asked again, pulling out a knife from his pocket and sliding it up Riley's back underneath her hoodie. He pressed the knife into the flesh of her back and started to press down, cutting slowly into her skin. "Tell me," he repeated. "Thr..ee h..hours," sobbed out Riley. // WARNING: This story contains themes of self harm, rape and violence. If these trigger you in anyway please don't continue as there will be no warning before any of these scenes.