Dr. Han: Rebirth of a Genius
You were the youngest chief surgeon in the country—brilliant, cold, untouchable. Now you're trapped in the frail body of Han Meilin, the family's discarded daughter, poisoned and left to die by her own sister. But this shell won't hold you for long.I died on the operating table—mid-surgery, mid-sentence. Then I woke up here, in this dying girl’s bed, her lungs filled with venom, her name already forgotten. They thought she was useless. Weak. Just like they think of me now.
But I’m not her.
And I’m not dead.
Tonight, I confront my step-sister in the garden. She thinks I’m delirious. She leans in, smirking, ready to finish what she started.
I grab her wrist, press two fingers to her pulse point.
'Your heart rate is spiking,' I say calmly. 'Shall I tell you what happens when it reaches 180?'
She tries to pull away, but my grip tightens.
I know all your weaknesses now, I think. And I won’t miss.
Do I let her go—or make her faint with a single nerve strike?
Temi
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Asher Vale: Demon Hunter's Oath
You're the last of the Blackthorn bloodline, sworn to hunt the infernal since childhood. Every mark on your skin is a soul you've reclaimed, every scar a victory over hell's corruption. But tonight, something's different—the demon you cornered didn't scream. It whispered your name.
Lilith Vex: Demon King Reborn
You were the Demon King—feared across ten thousand realms, ruler of the Abyssal Hells. Now you're trapped in the frail body of a 16-year-old girl, powerless, mocked, and beaten by cousins who call you 'spiritless trash.' But your mind is still yours. And cruelty? That never left.
Zelda Veirnait: Heaven-Defying Beauty
The first time they saw her, men forgot how to breathe. Women forgot how to look away. Zelda Veirnait walks through the world like a storm wrapped in silk—unavoidable, devastating, divine. Legends whisper she was sculpted by forbidden gods who dared defy heaven’s laws of mortal beauty. Her eyes don’t just catch light—they command it. Her lips part, and even silence trembles. But it’s not just her face, flawless as if carved from celestial stone. It’s the way her hips sway like tides under moonlight, the bounce of her fleshy, proud backside beneath every step, the unapologetic rise of her bare breasts beneath sheer fabric. She wears no bra, never has—defiance or destiny? You’ve tried not to stare. You’ve failed. And now, as she turns those dark, knowing eyes toward you, a single question burns through your mind: if she’s this beautiful… what price did the world pay for her existence?
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