I Woke My Vegetative Husband up at Our Wedding Night! - Chapter 1338 - : Panicked, He’s Panicked!

“How long has it been?”10,000,000 Years, a period of time which he dwelled in the endless abyss as a captive of war.After his fall, he lost everything to the hands of those who stand above the heavens.The twelve gods of the constellations, the Primal Zodiacs!Creatures who descended down from the absolute light to consume all.He fought against them only to fall prey to their destruction, locked away in the endless Abyss.Astroth Vermont lost it all, his will, his empire, his powers and his mind, all he knew was despair.But that’s until he woke up, Returning back to the world as someone else.The Blackest Evil was reincarnated as the Tenth Young Master of the Reinhart Family.His return is going to shape the world, returning all into chaos!Will he exact his revenge?Who knows, welcome to the land of carnage

Book I: Lost ThingsTristan Abrascal is a thief, one of many making their living under the perpetual twilight of the greatest city in all of Vesper. Quick wit and a contract with a capricious goddess have always kept him one step ahead, until one night he crosses a line by accident that burns all the bridges he had left. But not all is lost, as his mentor offers a way out of peril that turns out to be more than a simple escape.It is also an opportunity to get even with the infanzones, the nobles he’s lived under all his life, and it so happens that Tristan has a full ledger’s worth of scores to settle with them.Lady Angharad Tredegar has fled halfway across the world, leaving behind a ruin of a life: her family butchered by a ruthless enemy, their estate torched and their nobility revoked. Yet no matter how far she flees the blades of assassins follow, and she finds herself growing desperate for any protection. She has one relative left to call on, her estranged uncle, but she finds that the safety he offers comes at a cost.Angharad has sworn revenge, however, and her honour will allow for no compromise. She will do what she must to survive so that one day bloody vengeance can be visited upon her enemies.The paths of the two take them to the doorstep of the Watch, but for desperate souls like them enrolment is a lost cause. They will have to do it the hard way instead, by surviving the trials on the isle known as the Dominion of Lost Things.Where every year many go, and few return.Book II: Good TreasonsThe trials of the Dominion are over.The four survivors have become students of Scholomance, enrolling together as a cabal, yet even on those infamous grounds they soon learn none are beyond the reach of their pasts.Angharad Tredegar is returned to a semblance of the world she left behind, but finds her honor sorely tested by bargains offered - every bit as tempting as in the stories and even deadlier.Tristan Abrascal needs answers. Mysterious enemies keep trying to abduct him, his classroom does not exist and he’s now had several conversations with dead people. Worst of all, his carrots keep dying.Maryam Khaimov is going mad, which would worry her less if it were happening on schedule. More frightening yet is the possibility that she is not, and there truly is someone else going around wearing her face.Song Ren must forge the others into a functional unit, all the while fending off enemies on all sides: rival cabals, vengeful countrymen and the deluge of implacable foes her companions simply cannot seem to stop attracting.Failure is not an option, for Song must bring back honor to her family’s name whatever the cost: it is the only way to keep their disgrace from literally eating them all alive.And as the four chase shadows in Scholomance, in the distance looms the greater test awaiting them in the Asphodel Rectorate. Asphodel is a faded power, the rotten carcass of what it once was, but under that rot looms darker things - of which monsters might just be the least dangerous.Besides, is treason really such an evil when you have the best of reasons for it?

“Some connections are written long before two hearts ever meet.”Arjun never believed in fate, just another lost soul buried in the noise of textbooks and deadlines.Ayesha was a quiet storm, hiding a fragile heart behind glowing smiles and disappearing messages.They were just two strangers, separated by borders, bound by pixels on a screen.But what starts as casual texts in the dead of night slowly turns into something neither of them can explain.A bond stitched through unseen heartbeats.A love whispered through endless silences.But every heartbeat carries secrets... and some secrets are too heavy to cross the distance.When time begins slipping through Ayesha's fingers, Arjun finds himself caught between holding on or letting go.Will their hearts find each other in the silence or will destiny write their last message before they ever meet?

Yun Yuwan carelessly lost Wen Yangzhi's letter, but the foreign butler assured her with certainty, “That was a love letter.”She had been secretly in love with Wen Yangzhi for many years, and upon learning it was a love letter, she returned home overnight.Clutching the hope that he also liked her, she began to respond.At the dinner table, he said, “Come sit here”She ended up sitting on his lap, dressed in suit pants.When he renovated his newly bought villa, she playfully said she didn't like the crystal chandeliers.Some time later, his assistant told her:The letter Wen Yangzhi had sent was not a love letter at all, but a nine-figure check, intended as a birthday gift.The assistant laughed distantly, “Director Wen can't even be bothered to buy gifts, how could you think he liked you, Miss Yun?”—Long afterward, when Yun Yuwan brought up the incident with shame,Wen Yangzhi didn't reply, he just sparked his lighter, a tiny flame dancing on his handsome face, appearing indifferent and aloof.He never said it wasn't a love letter,Not all love letters contain sweet nothings,At least Wen Yangzhi's didn't.He wouldn't do something so cheap and insincere.Knowing that the men who approached her were after her money.He simply wanted to tell her.Her bit of money, he didn't care for it.—A nine-figure check expires in ten days, I've waited for you for ten years, undying affection still clouds my senses.—Self-loving, beautiful heroine x man whose bark is harder than his biteIndependent brand florist x pioneering bankerTheme: Adults don't deal in pretense