frost and starlight chapter 22

On the first day back to China, he saw her in the corner of the wall. He smiled and said, "Zhixing, if you pay so much attention to me, people will suspect that you have designs on me. " "It's not like we haven't lived together before. " He smiled wickedly and seductively as he moved into her house openly. "choose yourself or let me help you. " A marriage contract was placed in front of her. He looked calm and composed. She was furious. "Luo Xichen, what do you want... " "You! " Her unfinished words were interrupted by a single word. WHO said that it was not easy to kill someone who was too familiar It was precisely because he was so familiar with her that he wanted to possess her for the rest of his life... ...

Mianmian felt that the last 20 years of her life was a big tragedy. Her father didn’t love her and her stepmother only pretended to treat her well. She only wanted to work and study hard so that she could leave the house after saving enough money, but ended up being harmed by her so-called family. However, Su Mianmian never thought that the seemingly dark and bottomless abyss was actually her starlight of salvation.

The legitimate daughter of the Duke Mansion, Shen Ruoxi, married into the General Mansion, spending two years alone in an empty room. She devoted herself to serving her in-laws and supporting the household. However, her husband returned triumphant, bringing back a pregnant woman, and even promised to marry her openly as a secondary wife! Fine, she had long had enough of being the General's wife; there was nothing to linger for. A divorce letter cut things cleanly. Upon meeting again, she had already become the army's renowned miracle doctor. Why does the heartless man now look regretfully abandoned? Staring at her stunningly beautiful face, his eyes reddened. The jealous and furious Prince Zhan, embarrassed by his anger, said, "General Xiao, Ruoxi is now this prince's princess consort. If you wish to die, this prince will grant you that wish."

Berkisah tentang seorang pemuda pemilik nama panggilan Chanie yang berprofesi sebagai penyanyi hiburan disebuah club malam bintang lima untuk memenuhi kebutuhan hidupnya. Chanie menjalani kehidupan yang sangat nyaman seorang diri, namun kehidupan nyamannya tersebut harus berubah saat dirinya tidak sengaja terlibat dalam urusan rahasia salah seorang pelanggan dan mengharuskannya terikat hubungan dengan pelanggan tersebut untuk memastikan dirinya tidak membocorkan urusan rahasia tersebut kepada siapapun.

Silvermist Evermore never belonged. Born to unloving parents and cast aside, she had long accepted that life would never offer her warmth—until she was chosen as an apprentice at Moonstone Academy, a place where magic breathes and fate is written in the stars. But her arrival comes with a price. In an act of betrayal and manipulation, Silvermist shatters Frost's staff, the formidable Winter Guardian, unraveling a secret that should have remained buried. Now, bound by an ancient rule, she must take its place—not as a mere apprentice, but as something far more dangerous: Frost’s human staff, the living embodiment of his power. As Silvermist struggles to navigate the treacherous halls of her reality, a shadow began appearing to her, feeding her magic she was never meant to wield. Hunted by those who seek to use her, Silvermist must uncover the truth behind her own existence before she loses herself to the very storm she was forced to face. Can she survive the weight of Winter, or will she be the final snowfall that buries them all?

Tang San × Bingxue Shu Yu × Xiao Wu

Life had never been easy for Foster. Not when he was abandoned by his family, not when he was taken in by a local crime syndicate, and also not when he suddenly found himself in another world full of magic and mystery. The system saved his life, giving him a second chance to live however he wanted here in this new world. After being taken in by a being that should never logically exist, Foster was given the tools that he needed to achieve his selfish desires.

[Error!] [Error!] [Error!] [System cannot synchronize with user! The soul is not compatible!] [User don't have any knowledge of future] [Survival chances until the end...........0%!] [Ding!~] [System cannot be initiated. But for poor user who had no future....We pity you!] [So each event you survives you will be rewarded according to your contribution in scenario! That's all we can do for you.] [Best of luck use–no. Best of luck Extra!] [---] ....... Aron lived a normal, happy life. He wasn’t a loner, nor did he have a tragic past. So why was he the one who got transmigrated? While trying out a new game, he found himself inside its world, in the body of an extra. As if that weren’t bad enough, he received a broken, useless system. Offering rewards only if he survived each scenerio. He had no guidance. No warnings. No knowledge of the game. This world was destined for chaos, where Eternal Beings would wage war in the near future. Aron— now Noah would carve his own path to survive. Even if it means to become an Eternal being himself. But for now, surviving the academy alone was already a nightmare. --- [A/N: The Story is Slowpaced. There will be lot of fun and entertainment chapter. Read them as fun and Don't question over their actions since they were written as fun. Story will be more serious and dark when it needed to! So enjoy now!] Discord Server link: https://discord.gg/dtFkwXFrNm You can Support me on kofi: https://ko-fi.com/lolman2020

Selene Jameson has always been the family stain, unwanted daughter, shadow to the golden children. The night her mother dies saving her life, Selene loses the only person who ever loved her. When Atlas D'Angelo, the boy she gave everything to, betrays her in the cruelest way possible, she vows never to beg for love again. But fate has darker plans. On the night Selene finally tastes freedom, fame, money, a future of her own her family sells her to a supernatural auction. She's thrust into a hidden world ruled by lycans who see humans as nothing more than commodity. Then he buys her. Mikhail Morozov, Wintercrest Alpha and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. Feared across Nocturna, Lycan Realm. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne built on blood and betrayal, the last thing he needs is a defiant human girl with a sharp tongue and darker humor than his sins. But Selene isn't human. She bears the Crescent, a mark of ancient power that could save the Nocturna or destroy it. When Kustav Volkov, a rival ruthless Alpha, is revealed to be Selene's father, he lays his claim on her. Mikhail offers Selene a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection under lycan law. But this marriage of convenience will be anything but convenient. *** "And you smell good," I interrupted, words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Really good. Like winter but not the terrifying kind. The beautiful kind. With snow and—" I scrunched my nose, grasping for the description. "Those delicate frost patterns that appear on glass." Mikhail produced a sound deep in his chest that could've been a growl or a chuckle or something caught between. "Why are there two staircases?" I blurted suddenly, fixating on the duplicated grand stairway looming before us. "Is this intentional? Seems ridiculously excessive." "There's only one staircase, moya." "Are you certain? Because I'm definitely seeing two. Perhaps you require vision correction. Do lycans need glasses? That would be hilarious. Tiny spectacles perched on a massive terrifying wolf—" "Selene." His voice emerged strained, taut in a manner that penetrated even through my fog. "You need to stop talking." I peered up at him, hurt piercing through the pleasant haze. "Why? Am I irritating you? I'm sorry. I'll stay quiet." "No." The word escaped sharp, nearly anguished. "You're not irritating me. You're—" He severed the sentence, jaw clenching so viciously I witnessed the muscle twitch. "Just... rest." But I didn't want rest. I wanted to comprehend why his expression appeared like that—all rigid and ravenous and something else I couldn't identify. "Are you alright?" I asked, raising my hand toward his jaw. He intercepted my wrist before contact, his hold gentle yet unyielding. "Don't." "Why not?" "Because I'm barely maintaining control as it is, and if you touch me right now—" He halted abruptly, eyes compressing shut momentarily. "Just don't." That should've frightened me. The ferocity in his tone, the way his restraint appeared to unravel at the seams. But intoxicated-me simply smiled, inexplicably pleased. Then I caught the way his gaze dropped. Just for a fraction of a heartbeat. To my mouth. Heat bloomed through my chest, spreading like wildfire. "You want to kiss me," I breathed, the revelation making me giddy. His eyes snapped back to mine, glacial blue turned predatory. "Kissing," he said slowly, voice dropping an octave, "doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of what I want to do to you." The air left my lungs. His grip on my wrist shifted, thumb finding my pulse point. Pressing there. Feeling the frantic rhythm he'd caused. "Kissing is gentle," he continued, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted across my lips. Close enough to take. Close enough to claim. But he didn't. "Kissing is sweet. What I want?" His eyes dragged down my face, my throat, lower then back up with deliberate slowness. "There's nothing gentle about it."

Zachary Chase never asked to be a noble. One moment he was a sleep-deprived gamer; the next, he woke up in the body of a disgraced young aristocrat in the Star Glory Empire—galaxy calendar 3030. His new "territory" is a cosmic joke: no Star Gate, bankrupt resources, a single rusted patrol ship held together by duct tape and prayers. The Empire has written him off. His rivals are circling. And to make matters worse, a mysterious Super Interstellar Fleet System just bound itself to him, offering impossible technology—T3 battlecruiser blueprints, starship engineering knowledge, and a very strange condition. Because the system's first rule? His fleet can only recruit female soldiers. But Zachary isn't complaining. While other commanders fight over politics, he starts building. No Star Gate? He'll invent one. No warships? He'll manufacture destroyers, frigates, and carriers by the dozen. His drone swarm tactics become legend. His all-female crew—backed by the system's Luck Bonus and Eye of Insight—outmaneuvers every enemy fleet that dares test him. Soon, the Empire's generals are baffled. Rival nobles are terrified. And a certain down-and-out noble is suddenly commanding a T5 fleet before the Empire even finishes researching its first prototype. Passersby beg to enlist. Recruiters offer blank checks. Even the Imperial Princess takes notice. Zachary just smiles and points to the recruitment sign: "Sorry. My starfleet only recruits female soldiers." In a galaxy where truth is measured in cannon range and power is written in starship hulls, Zachary Chase is rewriting the rules—one battlecruiser at a time.