Lord Shadow - Chapter 1839: Out of Prediction

Ling Mohan is an extremely aggressive and domineering Colonel of the No.1 Military Industry Group.

One day, a woman who comes out of nowhere hits him in the head! It turns out that the two are acquainted and had a fling three years ago, after which Ling disappeared, leaving a note asking her to wait for him.

She, however, married another guy, who “died” as mysteriously as Ling Mohan disappeared.

Now fate has arranged a meeting for them on a narrow path. He is determined to avenge her with the craziest passion, and she is determined to torture him with the most seductive flirtation. When beast and beauty meet a second time, who will excel and triumph?

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Reborn at the turn of the century, residing in Moscow, freshly off the plane, preparing to study abroad...Wang Ye only ever wanted a quiet life of modest wealth, to live his days in peaceful bliss.Yet, pushed along by the hand of fate, he found himself helplessly walking down the path towards becoming an oligarch!

System: “Host, let’s brush the protagonist’s favorability!”
System: “Host, stop! Stop for a while! You’re walking crooked! That’s not the case!”
Yu Shisan: “As long as it’s goodwill, it’s fine.”
System: “But the protagonist… you’ve all been bent by you!!!”

Yu Shisan comes with a halo of pretense, and his favorability level rises. The style of painting is flat and cool, each world is short, and the sixth or seventh chapters are over.
There are all kinds of plots in the campus ghost palace fight

ps:

1. The female protagonist brushes the favorability of the protagonist in the original world, love, family and friendship are all favorability degrees

2. Do not like x Some worlds are okay, some are not well written, if you see a world you don’t like, just look at another one.

I was very talkative when I wrote this… This is the first pit… The style of writing two years ago

High school student level…considerate…
Thank you all for your support and encouragement! Love you guys!

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[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.