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New Life, New Task: I'll Be A Mom Then!!!

"W-what are you doing?" Eli was shocked as she saw the handsome man, his upper body glistened in the morning light, drenched in sweat as he firmly held a massive axe. "Wife! Good morning! The wood is ready to keep you warm for the winter ahead!" The man proudly pointed towards the massive mountain of firewood he just finished chopping. “Heavens! Did you chop every tree in the whole forest?!” Eli felt her head ache. "We are still in the middle of spring!" -- She was a salary woman. For her, career was just the only way to survive in this cruel world. Being a housewife was far from reality as bills kept haunting her bank account. When she suffered a plane crash in one of her business trips, she dejectedly lamented not experiencing the simple joys women used to experience in her age. However, a young woman's soul came begging to her, to use her body in another world so that her unborn child could live. In exchange for continuing to live, the task was to give birth to the young woman's child and be the coolest mom evarrrrrr! --- A transmigration story. However, our protagonist Eli, has to transmigrate into a pregnant woman's body. Facing the woes of a pregnant single mother, while surviving in a world where magic and evil exist, will she even successfully go through motherhood as a single parent? ...or will she need to have a hubby by her side after all? -- This is my first work and only signed in webnovel. Please do not post it to other sites T_T thanks! -- Cover Art by talented Iris Enj Come give her some love in IG and FB @iris_enj (Iris Enj) Follow this auntie potato on instagram @randompotato21

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War's Second Phase (4)

Clack clack clack…

The sound of unhurried and hesitating footsteps rang in the hall. The Pope dared not to look at the figure in front of him who was already emitting such a cold and dangerous aura. 

"Ramir is here, reporting to his Mightiest, Lord Raven." 

"Look up Ramir!" The voice which sounded alluring yet dangerous rang on the Pope's ears. 

The Pope, Ramir, shuddered; he did not dare to look up yet he also did not dare to defy the Lord's order in front of him.

With great perturbation, Ramir slowly looked up, his eyes witnessing how Lord's Raven changed two times. 

The first one was that of his usual facade, the face of the ancestor… the prince of the first Vanderford Clan. 

Second was another face, that of deep purple hair looking like a fallen angel.