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Eternal Love of a Witch

Thomas Phyla, Prince of the Megalima Kingdom, who had been cast out of his throne and cursed by the White Wizard, happened to cross paths with Amara Iris, a Witch who had been imprisoned for hundreds of years. Iris used Thomas as a means of escape from the swamp of death, but when she realizes how much he is suffering as a result of the White Wizard's curse, she feels driven to work with the Prince to break the spell and keep Thomas by her sides as a soul mate. Because of the White Wizard's curse, Thomas was always at risk of passing away, he always died and occasionally came extremely close to passing away. When Morgan Lloyd, the werewolf who is thought to have killed his pack, shows up, everything becomes a complete mess. Iris is confused when the man suddenly decides to make her his life-and-death partner. Iris will do what? Will she leave with Morgan as the wolf's lover or stick by Thomas until the end and aid him in breaking the White Wizard's curse? "You are mine as long as we are linked!" Iris. "Whatever happens, I won't leave you." Thomas. "We must be together. You are my partner. Don't look at other men!" Morgan. Which choice will Iris make? A journey filled with murder, sacrifice, love, and warmth begins!

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Giant Labyrinth 4

Alita doesn't know what happened to Lioun, but she is in big trouble right now. Not only was her neck entangled in the red thread, but also her legs and arms.

"Who are you?!" Alita pulled the thread that was around her neck, which felt loose but very difficult to remove. She rolled on the ground and hit the giant grass that was still intact.

"My name is Arien." The woman with up to that hair had beautiful curls. The white cloth that wrapped her body made her look pure.

"I didn't ask your name, damn it!" cursed Alita angrily.

Alita can still understand that the Minotaur had a human body with the head of a bull, but the woman in front of her has a perfect body like a human, and her face is even more beautiful and gentle.

"Then what should I answer?" Arien spun the thread on her fingertips. She traced a smile on her red lips.

"Damn it, let me go!" Alita struggled. She was like a worm that was doused in hot water.