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Trying to drown her sorrow with alcohol after her boyfriend hooked up with her sister, Ning Qing ran into the rich and powerful Lu Shaoming in a bar. "I need a wife," Lu said, and the two got their marriage license. Soon, she who became a pop star won many pretty boys’ hearts. Singlehandedly, he got rid of all her potential flings and acted innocent. Ning Qing bristled, “Lu Shaoming, what happened to staying out of each other's private life which we talked about?” Turning the light out, he came over her and whispered, "Now our priority is to make a baby."

An Lan had been swallowing her grievances for three years as a daughter-in-law in the Huo Family, hoping to protect her mother. She never expected that her mother would still meet her untimely death. Losing everything, An Lan was driven to the brink of despair and started to act recklessly. "Mom, have you told Zhan Ting about the debts you accumulated from gambling?" "Young miss, did you secretly use a credit card to buy this skirt?" "And you! Huo Zhanting, do you actually think I could ever fancy you?" Transformed into "Provoking An", An Lan originally planned to use Huo Zhanting to carry out her revenge but realized something was off, "Huo Zhanting, you can't possibly be falling for me, can you?" "Hmm, do you have a problem with that?" Huo Zhanting simply retorted, "Even if you do, you're not allowed to complain. An Lan, you can only be mine!"

She gets drunk in the bar and accidentally offends her husband whom she has rarely met throughout their two-year-marriage! Rumor has it that Young Master Rong Yan is a germaphobe and will never let any woman get near him. Why is she an exception? Rumor has it that Young Master Rong Yan is ill-tempered and whoever offends him, would be sent to meet Hades. But why is she still in one piece after provoking him? She would definitely make those who bully her and treat her unfairly, pay the consequences for their actions! "Little Custard's Home Rules" "Rule No. 1: You may hug a pretty woman but you can't get intimate with them!"; "Rule No. 2: If you're displeased with me, you may raise your objections or make suggestions, but you’re not allowed to resort to violence!"

One night of spring breeze, stirring the white window screen fluttering in the air.\n\nOnly a nightstand lamp is on in the room.\n\nThe light is a soft, dim yellow.\n\n......

>>>Mature Content !!! Read at your Own Risk;.... too much killing. Too much love can kill a person. For Andromeda, love could indeed destroy her—if not physically, then mentally. It shattered her heart and soul when Zachary left her on that cold, fateful day. But can love kill you twice? When they meet again under the circumstances of a twisted arranged marriage, she knows she should never fall for him again. Yet, here she is… slowly succumbing to his charm once more. *** For Zachary, love has the power to breathe life into everyone. Yet, his own soul has been dead since the day he walked away, leaving her cold and broken. He was the one who clipped her wings. Zachary loves her so deeply that he’s willing to let her go—to ensure she never gets hurt again and to give her the freedom to find someone who can protect her better than he ever could. He sacrificed their love so she could find someone who would fulfill the duty of guarding her heart more faithfully. His love for her is so overwhelming that it gives him life, yet it also becomes the source of his daily torment. Now, destiny has intertwined their paths once more. This time, he vows to do everything in his power to protect her—even if it costs him his life. Join the server: https://discord.gg/gpgZdMN

"You think you can handle my world, Bella?" Leo growled, his eyes blazing with a dangerous intensity as he cornered her. "Once you're in, there’s no way out. I’ll destroy everything you are." Isabella’s breath caught, but she didn’t back down. Her voice was soft but unwavering as she whispered, “Maybe I’m not as fragile as you think. Maybe I want to be destroyed by you.” Leo’s hand gripped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his. “You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he warned, his tone dark and possessive. “I’ll take everything—your innocence, your light. You’ll be mine, completely.” She leaned in closer, her lips barely an inch from his. “Then take it, Leo. Take all of me.” ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Isabella was beautiful and innocent, with a kind heart and a true desire to help others. Her innocence wasn't because she was naive, but because she chose to see the good in the world, even when she knew about its darker sides. She was quiet, preferring to stay behind the scenes, but when it came to hacking, she was fearless. Her mind worked like a supercomputer, able to break into any system with ease. Leonardo Moretti was the dangerous mafia boss everyone was warned to stay away from. He was cold, ruthless, and didn't seem to care about anything. But everything changed when he found himself unexpectedly married to Isabella, a woman who seemed innocent and weak. What would happen when Leonardo discovered that his new wife was not just any woman, but a super hacker? ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ - Mature Themes - He Fell First and Harder - 18+ Content - Mafia World - Weak to Strong - Slow burn

The highest realm for a doctor is to heal this diseased world!！

It all began with a poor orphan who would work every day for long hours to pay for his Aunt's medical bills. When his life begins to fall apart and he is homeless sleeping in an alleyway he hears a robotic voice. {Do you wish to integrate with the Dungeon System} "Yes" he answers, without much to lose. And from then his life had never been the same. He was taken into a dungeon each night to hunt and he began to realise just how little he really knew about the world that was much wider than he thought. Discord Server: https://discord.gg/TtnGfdKanr Note: I do not own cover art

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

"You are not human, like us, are you?" The words left my mouth in whispers as my eyes glanced around eyeing the destruction caused by the two men. Two men who had effectively taken out Twenty guards. All heavily armed and trained. But now, not even one old get up. "What gave that away?" My companion, who I had feelings for, mocked. "Perhaps the strength we displayed caused her to see reality," in the blink of an eye, he was in front of me making me stumble back in fear. "Is that not true, Princess?" I looked to the man who was silent and ever watchful. "Why? Why were you not true?" I loved him, only him I let myself feel for. He glanced around and spotted Diwal, my trusted advisor. "No one is true in nature here," he pointed to my advisor, "Not even him." Unwanted tears came to my eyes as I glanced around me. I could die tonight and it would all be in their hands. "Don't worry, your highness, it's just the time for it to come to light." My advisor smiled and so did the other two men. •••• A gentle yet cold bastard prince. The bulky, muscular King to be. And a Princess. ~ slow burn ~