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Your Dreams little sister in a time of crisis. He has run out of supplies, people, and the only thing left is his castle. With "No other choice" he decides to offer you up to Wilbur... and surprisingly the L'manburg leader takes it.

this story contains word such as (Hitlèr) , ræpè , abuse , torture and cursing if you are incomfortable or you cannot accept it then please leave immediately and please understand that this is my AU and is different from history and real life I hope you enjoy it

Both being the metals and Mira Kim being the magnet. Metals are attracted by the same thing but they do not attract each other. Not until both metals started to become magnetic. "I'm a girl but I can be a better boyfriend than you can."

တစ်ပိုင်းချင်း စာပြန်စစ်ပြီး ပုံတွေ ပြန်ထည့်၊ ရှင်းပြထားတဲ့ မှတ်စုလေးတွေ ပြန်ထည့်ပြီး တင်ပေးပါမယ်ရှင်။ စိတ်ဝင်စားတဲ့စာဖတ်သူတွေအနေနဲ့ မပျက်ခင် ဖတ်ကြပါနော်။

𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗜𝘀 𝗧𝗼𝗼 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿 His 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲 "Fuck, whenever you're in my arms, I feel like I might crush you. You're so delicate," he said, kissing her cheek. "Huh?" "It took me three years to hug you, and today you let him hug you, huh?" he asked, trying to control his anger. "He is your brother," she said, trying to move from his grip. "So what? It doesn't matter. We'v been married for a month, and you didn't allow me to kiss you. But today, you hug him? I'm very upset," he said, looking straight into her eyes. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm a very loyal and possessive man. Just because I haven't kissed or touched you doesn't mean I can't. Now, what will you do to make it up to me?" "I... I will..." "You will what?" "I will sit on your lap and feed you," she said. "From now on, you'll do this every morning and night."

Disclaimer: I do not own this story, this is just and heavily edited MTL. Full title: Stockpiling Supplies and Raising a Child in the Post-Apocalyptic World by Drawing Cards Original tittle: 我靠抽卡在废土世界囤货带崽 Raw: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=7917194 Author: Luo Xiaopai (洛小湃) Article1: When Lin Ran wakes up, she finds herself transported into a post-apocalyptic novel from a pink-themed website, becoming one of the many doormats of the female lead, Mo Shuyu. However, Mo Shuyu merely uses her. After a base where Mo Shuyu resides falls to ruin, Mo Shuyu brings her child to seek refuge with Lin Ran. Lin Ran thinks her happiness has finally arrived, but little does she know that Mo Shuyu is already involved with the leader of her previous base and plans to have Lin Ran eliminated as soon as possible. During a zombie extermination mission, Lin Ran is "accidentally" shot and killed by her own people. Even in her last moments, Lin Ran wonders who will protect Mo Shuyu and her child once she's gone. Reading this story, Lin Ran is baffled. It's the apocalypse, and she's still being a doormat? No wonder she met an early demise. Lin Ran decides she won't follow the original plot. Why should she care about Mo Shuyu's fate? Stockpiling supplies and honing her skills are far more important. Ignoring the female lead's affairs, Lin Ran spends her days busily buying and preparing. When the apocalypse arrives, Lin Ran alternates between staying home, enjoying her stocked supplies, and going out to kill zombies, using randomly drawn cards for survival. Her days are busy but fulfilling. However, she notices the mother and daughter living across the hall seem quite pitiful, so she often leaves them some food. The little girl always thanks her with starry eyes. As Lin Ran gradually becomes acquainted with the woman and child, she learns that the woman is none other than Mo Shuyu. Lin Ran's attitude towards them turns icy. Rest in the inf

Kokushibo. That was the name with which everyone knew him. No one asked ever for his last name, neither his real name. Getting involved into someone's life or past was a distraction, an act of disrespect and completely inappropriate for their workspace, at least that's what he thought. Douma always tryied to befriend with everyone there. He loved having long conversations and sharing with everyone he knew every detail of his life. This annoyed many people. But it didn't annoy Kokushibo. For some reason, he enjoyed every momment that Douma was talking to him. He hated to, but he couldn't help listening for hours how Douma could talk about his life, his feelings, his thoughts. Kokushibo usually avoided any type of social interaction unless it was work stuff, and in the eyes of other members of the mafia, it was weird that he preferred listening a two-hours monologue of anything Douma had to say than a one-minute small talk. Kokushibo didn't understand himself either. He always wondered why he liked to listen so bad. He rarely talked, so when he was with Douma, he talked for both of them. The fact that he didn't feel annoyed stressed him. Why did he had such a preference on Douma? Why couldn't him talk a little bit more? Why didn't he understand his own feelings? This preference had becomed annoying and weird for other workers, they didn't actually know what to do; Should them just let Kokushibo be? But the curiosity killed the cat, didn't it? • • • Ships in this story: - KokuDouma - RenKaza I still don't know if any other of my ships like UzuGyu and KaiDaki is going to apear • • • Slow updates Lack of imagination Most of this is because I dreamed with the story so yeah-

He came out of nowhere, shoving himself into my life. But why me? What does he want with me? What is his motive?

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