Reincarnation bxb♥️
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I'm Not An Emperor's Sweetie Pie! (BL) by Sadistic_Senpai
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(Inspired by Chinese novels) Original Story (Unedited) Xiao Lin, a 17 years old youth, dies and transmigrates into the body of 18 years old boy. From good life to poor one. From pampered little brother to responsible Elder brother. And what happens when he catches the eyes of royalties? And Emperor? And other country's Emperor too?! Xiao Lin: "Oh heavens, what I've gotten myself into!" *** Note: It's not a system novel. Copyright: Story is my own creation and not a translation. DONOT repost or translate. ©2020 Mona Li. All rights reserved. *** Mature content in future. Story Started: 09/01/2020 Notable Rankings: 02 / 5k Danmei (23/03/2020) 04 / 40.9k bxb (21/06/2020) 02 / 19k Boyslove (13/09/2020) 03 / 8.6k Original story (19/09/2020) 01 / 1.78k Yaoi story (02/10/2020) 07 / 29.7k Historical fiction (27/09/2020) 2 in Chinesebl (2/5/2020) 2 in Emperor (9/5/2020) 2 in mxb (27/8/2020)
Reincarnated as the Heroine's brother(dropped) by Lost_Panda01
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Suzuki Ieshige has been reincarnated as the heroine's brother. He ends up involved in the plot and mysteries appear. Why can the heroine, his sister use light magic when no one in their entire family has ever had the light element? Who's the goddess that chose him to be reincarnated? What are the 3 gifts from the anonymous goddess and the god love about? Read to find out more! #55 in fantasy #37 in fantasy {On hiatus}
THE VILLAIN'S LOVE GROWS FOR HIM. by pushisinung
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"Aren't you tired of the way you live?" A voice inside of him would ask. "What can i do? I was born to live the life of a killing machine that dances to the command of my master. You think i never tried to run away from my life?" He would reply. That was him. The prodigy, the pride and praise of assassins. His hands were dyed with blood. Blood of men, women, children and the aged. He tried to rinse the blood out of his life but failed miserably. It was like a string attached to him, following him even in his dreams. "I see you are trying to run from your shell." The old woman said to him. "You are a pitiable person. When death welcomes you i pray you be free of your chains." She smiled as her cracked lips left her final breathe and her eyes lost its gleam. "Aaahhhhh!" The sound of painful scream echoed the room as he pressed his sword into his skin. He was ordered to kill the president of the country and bombard his residence. That was his last mission. But instead of leaving the house alive he stayed behind watching his piece of work decorate the walls of the building. He smiled. "It seems this is the only way to attain my own freedom." The sound of exploding bombs thundered into the ears of his comrades. They had realised what the man had done. However death brought him a new life. He was gifted the chance to live in freedom, to redeem himself and live the life he had wished for. But inside the world of a book. Life was all happy and beautiful. Until one unfortunate day he was entangled with the worst situation as he had to present himself before the antagonist of the book. Standing before him he caught his eye and was recruited as one of his personal guard. Moreover the protagonist of the story was very much to his distaste. But nothing could be worst than being objected as a sexual toy by the villain of the book, who had his ways with him right?