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Shameless Ghost King Is My Husband!

“Ah! My… My husband…” "You, my dear wife, is the sweet I craved the most." “You know how to talk,” Ying Yue flushed and felt the bite to his lips. “Ah Yue,” a breathless deep chuckle made his body shivered, “The times I spent with you, touch you, and taste you will never satisfy me.” *** Ying Yue was Heaven’s Chosen, a person gifted to bring peace, balance, and rid the world of evil. He was full of pureness and hope! Only problem? He fell deeply for the shameless Ghost King, Wang Li. Wang Li, a person gifted to bring chaos and death, had waited centuries for Ying Yue. Now that he had Heaven’s Chosen, he would never let Ying Yue go. A beauty like Ying Yue was meant only for him. With their marriage, the truth of their love brought a curse and a prophecy for the Ghost King’s death. The worst part? Ying Yue was the one fated to kill his husband. What should he do to keep this love with Wang Li? What had to be sacrificed to preserve it? Was he willing to? That aside, He had also married a horny shameless king! And he… He dared to declare that he regretted nothing. “I want to take your innocence, your body, your heart, your lips. Everything, my beloved wife. I am not whole without you.” Yep, he regretted nothing. == *WPC 159- Gold Tier Winner* *SMUT starts chapter 16 and throughout future chapters.* Other TAGS: Fate, Death, Childhood Love

MichelleLeeee · LGBT+
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No One Can Escape Fate

There was a silence and he turned to look at the brunette and Ying Yue saw the look on his brother's face.

"When I returned to him… you knew they were just ghosts, but you never said anything. You just… None of you even told me!"

"Ghosts?" The redhead made a noise of confusion, but the brunette did not react the same.

"Yes. I knew," Han Mo turned to him with dipped brows, "Is it my fault that I wanted to be with him longer, even if he was a ghost? If I told you, the Ghost King would have stopped and I wouldn't have seen him again. Do I not get to be selfish too?!"

"…"

The room was quiet and they heard a slight whimper from the child. Xu Ling held onto his son and shushed him quietly. Ying Yue sat up and stared at his brother with deep seated eyes. He was just so tired.

"Ah Mo… you helped him."

"…"

"Han Mo," Xu Ling narrowed his eyes with a frown, "Had you?"

"I do not know what you are speaking of."