The latest content chapter of the sharp knife novel

Five years ago, he was hailed as a demon in the imperial capital. Five years later, he re-emerged in a small town, mastered the six-character magic tactics, opened his supreme war spirit, stepped on the road to the heaven, and became the god of war.

Willow Hale survives the crash. Miles was driving. Nothing happened to him. That should have been the worst part. She wakes up in a hospital bed to find her life has already been reassigned. Miles stands beside her, calm and composed, holding another woman's hand. His boss's daughter. Christy Cordell. He explains everything to the doctors with quiet confidence. According to him, they broke up weeks before the accident. It was mutual. He only stayed out of decency. Then he adds one more detail. Willow ended things because she had already started seeing someone else. Zane. Miles's best friend. The one man in the room who could destroy the lie with a single sentence. Instead, Zane gives a small nod. Drugged, injured, and surrounded by people repeating the same story, Willow understands too late what is happening. One careless joke about being confused after the crash gives Miles the perfect excuse to turn betrayal into fact. In one quiet, clinical moment, her engagement disappears. Her memories are dismissed. Her heartbreak is recorded as trauma. So Willow stops arguing. She stops crying. She lets them believe she is weak. She remembers enough to know this was never a misunderstanding. Miles had already begun replacing her before the crash. Zane helped him finish it. They believe they rewrote her life while she was too broken to fight back. They believe they got away with it. They are wrong. Some men destroy you loudly. The most dangerous ones do it gently, with concern in their voices and blood nowhere on their hands. And sometimes the quietest knife cuts the deepest.

He’s her assistant. Loyal. Obedient. Untouchable. Victoria Sharp built her tech empire from scratch. She's rich, ruthless, and always in control. No scandals, no distractions, especially not from a certain devastatingly attractive executive assistant with bewitching eyes and a voice that could ruin her in seconds. James Mitchell has worked under Victoria for three years, hiding his desire behind professionalism and perfect ties. He knows the rules. He respects her boundaries. But when she starts breaking her own, James isn’t sure how long he can keep pretending he doesn’t want her. What begins as subtle tension, lingering stares, coffee with hidden meanings, after-hours “accidental” meetings, spirals into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous. She’s used to power. He’s used to silence. But neither of them is ready for obsession. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "If you want these lips, then earn them." James's words hung in the air between them, transforming the atmosphere in Victoria's office from tense confrontation to something entirely unprecedented. Victoria sat frozen in her chair, her lips still parted in silent shock, her mind struggling to process what had just transpired. Earn them. The phrase echoed in her thoughts, foreign and disorienting. "If you want to keep tasting these lips, then you'll have to woo me." The additional statement landed like a second shockwave. Woo him? Victoria Sharp didn't woo anyone. ------------- "Victoria, what are you…" James words died in his throat as he felt the warm, wet heat of her tongue against his exposed chest. Victoria had found the gap in his shirt and was licking his skin with deliberate, erotic slowness that made his entire body go rigid with shock and arousal. The sensation was unlike anything James had ever experienced, raw and intimate and so unexpected that it short-circuited his ability to think coherently. Victoria's tongue was warm and soft against his skin, tracing patterns that sent bolts of electricity straight to his core. This was madness, she knew that. But she was past caring about sanity or propriety or any of the rules that had governed her life up until this moment. All she cared about was the man in her arms and the way he made her feel like she was coming alive for the first time in years. Her tongue found the small mole on under his right eye, and she felt James's entire body shudder at the contact. "I love that mole on you," she whispered against his skin, her voice husky with desire. James's eyes slammed shut at the intimate contact, his body betraying him as a soft groan escaped his lips. The sensation of Victoria's tongue on his face was so unexpected, so boldly sensual, that his pulse hammering against his throat. "I will do as you say, James," she said, her voice husky with desire and determination. "I will woo you." The words sent a jolt of satisfaction through James's system, but it was her next statement that made his breath catch. "However, you should know that I am very territorial." "You just sit down, look effortlessly handsome, and prepare to be wooed," she said, her voice carrying all the authority of a woman who was used to getting exactly what she wanted. "Remember, James," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow managed to carry more authority than any shout ever could. "You are mine." The declaration hung between them like a brand, marking him as surely as if she'd physically claimed him. Enemies-to-lovers tension CEO x Executive Assistant Office slow-burn with high heat Obsession, betrayal, and emotional redemption One woman who’s never been owned and the man she can’t control If you love dominant heroines breaking their own rules, devoted but strong men, and drama that keeps you breathless, then be ready to be will consumed.

Villains roam the world without any retribution. Demonic sects wage war against the Orthodox and emerge victorious. Neutral tribes stand by and do not help the worthy – they only look to profit from others’ misfortune. Meanwhile, fresh dangers brew beneath the turbulent waves... Might is right in the world of cultivators, and evil often goes unchecked. Isaac Dahl is born in the barren and chaotic lands of Northern Tundra. He shows promise, yet his sect holds no hope for him. ‘He might be an intelligent child, but his talent is mediocre. Bah... what can he amount to?’ Without resources or help; without kindness nor assistance from others, there is only oneself. Human relationships? Love? Kinship? I only see benefits, as others are unreliable. I can only believe in myself. This is the truth that Isaac realises. This is the truth that his sect – which proclaims itself as a Blood Path Sect – fails to notice. They are naïve. His heart is cold and his gaze is determined, but Isaac’s path forwards will not be an easy one. It will be filled with obstacles, danger and disaster. Will Isaac clamber over the bodies of those who stand in his way? Or will they drag him down with them?

I ended up in a mobile game I'd only spent money on a few times. [Blessings of the 'Sword God'] – If you cut it, it will be severed Just one minute a day. I become a Sword Saint with a sashimi knife. N/A:im just translating the novel

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