The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] - Chapter 373: New Menu

One late-night run changed Aila’s life forever after getting caught up in a battle between werewolves and hunters. She is suddenly kidnapped by said hunters and finds out secrets about her past and her future as she embarks on a journey to find out who or what she truly is. Issues arise one after the other when she finally escapes the hunters grasp, only to be taken in by the ferocious Alpha of the Silver Crescent Pack. Unlike most who fear him, Aila challenges his authority every step of the way as she learns more about herself and the dominant, possessive Alpha who tries to claim her. Will heads collide in a battle of will, or can they work together and help keep the hidden world of creatures safe from the hunters? Join Aila on her journey of rediscovery, love, laugh and cry along with her on this action-packed, steamy romance novel. ----- Gold Tier Winner in #161 Writing Prompt Contest - Shapeshifters. ------ *** SNEAK PEAK *** [ MATURE CONTENT ] “Eyes up here, Aila.” He snapped; his harsh voice made her look into his eyes, and she was immediately trapped under his stone-cold gaze. She couldn’t move her eyes away from his as he stepped closer to her, his movements slow as though he was ready to pounce on her, his prey. Without thinking, she stood up from her position, prepared to bolt, but he grabbed her and pinned her hands against the bed. He moved his knee forwards, parting her legs that resisted only for a second before allowing his knee entry. He pushed it slowly into the spot between her thighs, making her gasp from the sudden contact. “Do you like disobeying me, Aila?” He growled; Aila was confused for a moment until she remembered how easily she defied his commands. Was he really still angry from earlier? But when she searched his face for an answer, she soon found it. He was definitely mad from earlier. “To be quite honest, I do. It puts you in your place,” Aila smirked when she met his blazing eyes. He brought his face down closer to hers, the pressure from his knee in between her legs increased, making her bite her bottom lip. “Wrong answer,” He growled before biting her lip apart from her teeth.

“Brother Zhong, I don’t want to shoot this drama anymore.” A well-known female star looked aggrieved.

“Why?” Yin Xiaozhong leaned back on the sofa with his legs crossed.

“That director always took advantage of me, and didn’t direct the filming well at all.” The female star lowered her head and said softly.

Yin Xiaozhong nodded and pressed the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray, “Go and rest first, I’ll take care of this.”

the next day

News headlines: A well-known director accidentally fell from the balcony of a hotel after being drunk, causing his head to crash into a coma, and his legs were fractured. He is now out of danger…

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The 27-year-old genius beauty doctor Xia Qing dies in surgery!She is reborn!She is reborn in the ward she’s most familiar with, in the body of a 200-pound pregnant woman—a woman who had died from pain during a Cesarean section due to her requests to not use anesthesia.She can’t help but worry about herself. This body was useless except for being young.How could Xia Qing tolerate this?On the menu are—revenge, losing weight, and snatching the idolized man of a scumbag girl in passing. Although she’s overweight, she strives to live well. Being overweight isn’t the end of days. They still deserve love.“Have you heard? Boss Pei has a child out of wedlock. He’s getting married!”“Who’s he marrying? Who?”“That 200-pound fatty from the Lin family of South City!”“Is Second Master crazy?”Lin Xiaqing turns her head to look. “You think I’m fat?”

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”