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#SYSTEM
#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#SUPERPOWERS
#TRANSMIGRATION
#SLICEOFLIFE
#BL
#SWEETLOVE
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#FIRSTLOVE

My Strongest Angel Wife with a System

‘Love may not have a place in the weddings of this world, but wouldn’t it be happier to marry the one for you? I think so, too…’ Her thoughts trailed off as she finally reached the church’s door, but her gaze was still on Larkin’s face. ‘You have always been trying your best to create a better world for everyone. I wonder if you’re looking for someone you’d want to actually share your whole life with… with tons of political benefit or none...’ “I’ll find the person who’d make you happy...” Artie whispered while staring at the archduke and standing on his left, but Larkin only deepened his smile. “It’s not yet the time for wedding vows, Artie.” ... Promises were uttered, and vows were made. With the archduchy facing one of its darkest times, Artie Shen and Larkin Ellis decided to stand together against the horns of war and the clawed clutches of the past. Will their disguised platonic relationship blossom into something real for the sake of the archduchy? Or will it be for the loudest songs of their hearts? With a dual-route system that could turn her into the most powerful angel warriors in the land, watch Artie Shen conquer different quests and task to ensure her victory. In love and in war. [BOOK COMPLETED, SEASON 2 IS SIDE STORIES NOW] … [Disclaimer and Warnings:] This story is a work of fiction, and similarities to any living or dead person are purely coincidental. May contain triggers. Follow me on IG @droopdroopghost and on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/authordroopyghost/ Cover by Ying_

droopyghost · Fantastique
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398 Chs
#SYSTEM
#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#SUPERPOWERS
#TRANSMIGRATION
#SLICEOFLIFE
#BL
#SWEETLOVE
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#FIRSTLOVE

Easily Blinded by Love

Instead of going to her bedroom after making an exit to let Selvig recharge his energy with Havina, Artie went to check up on Larkin at the studio. She knocked and opened the door, only seeing him sitting in a chair next to the table—a goblet of wine at hand. Even if he was painting something so big, he managed to not get paint on him at all. Perhaps he was really extra cautious since he had no apron.

The angel chirped happily into the room like a curious bird and turned to look at the painting on the wall. When she checked the gallery hallway where the archduke's paintings were all on display, she figured he was more used to draw from memory. Perhaps his memory was indeed too vivid.