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[ era Wen ] died after experiencing the apocalypse for ten years. He wore the clothes of a newlywed wife who was despised by her husband's family. He fought with the best, abused the scum, and changed the fate of the apocalypse. In the 1980s, she was living well. And he was a strong and overbearing prince charming. He was professional in protecting his wife, and in order to repay his kindness, he married a fat wife. One day, he realized that after his wife woke up, she was a completely different person... ... Lin Lei: "Song Yi, I want a divorce. It's not suitable for us to have a generation gap! ". Song Yi: "Don't even think about it. You will be my wife for the rest of your life. If you want to leave me, no way! " Lin Lei: "You Scoundrel, I'm not your wife! " Song Yi: "I forgot. Then let's make our relationship real now! " [ explosive love story + 1V1 + double purity + power + fantasy ]

Su Mo, a late bloomer, was introverted and bad at socializing with strangers. He thought his life would stay pretty ordinary, but everything changed when he started playing the popular game Star Ring. He unexpectedly rediscovered the joys of life and set off on a journey to claim the throne.

In her past life, Lu Zhaozhao placed her trust in the wrong people, inadvertently causing the death of the man who deeply loved her. Reborn on the first day she met him, Lu Zhaozhao decisively dragged Song Si Nian to register their marriage. As she busied herself with dealing retribution and slapping faces, she had only one principle regarding her husband, who suffered from emotional expression disorder: to love him. What Lu Zhaozhao did not know was that she was Song Si Nian's only light. His illness made him paranoid and obsessive, yet he dared not reveal his true self to her. But the truth cannot remain hidden forever. When everything about him was laid bare before her, Song Si Nian held her tightly, tears reddening his eyes, and with a timid voice asked while buried in her neck, "Zhaozhao, do you not want me anymore?"

[Do add my new novel "MAFIA’S BETRAYED BRIDE" to your library"] .... She wants to seduce him and he wants to seduce her, who will win the war of seduction? ..... Jasmine Avans, a 24 year-old lady lost her contract to a guy popularly known as the Ice Prince. Acquiring the contract was a challenge given to her by her father. If she couldn't acquire the contract she would have to dissolve her company and join the family business. But if she managed to acquire it, she could save her company. Just to get the contract she lost, the renowned great seducer, Jasmine Avans, embarked on a mission to seduce the Ice Prince and get her contract back. In her series of attempts to seduce him she ended up falling into his trap. She would fall deeply in love with him just like he wanted. Jackson Smith, the only heir of Smith's International, was well known for his fine looks and cold attitude. Because of his cold attitude, people of the city gave him the title Ice Prince. The day he set his eyes on her, he had promised himself to make that strange woman his. After waiting for so long, the opportunity to get close to her finally arose, and so he vouched, "People say she is the great seducer, but I will seduce the great seducer and make her mine!" Just to realise his goal, Jackson snatched the important business contract from her. However, in the process of seducing her, he ended up being seduced over and over again. Who would win in the war of seduction? Could Jasmine save her company? Or would Jackson manage to make her his? Has anyone ever stopped to think about why this goddess became the renowned Great Seducer? ..... EXCERPT "No man has ever been able to resist my touch nor my beauty and elegance, do you have a problem with that, Mister?" Jasmine asked as she played with his chest with his hands. Jackson was so unlucky to have slightly unbuttoned his white shirt before her arrival. She seized that opportunity to tease his bare chest. Jackson just let her took liberty with him without rebuking her. If he had known that letting her touch him so intimately will later make him go through severe pains, he would have stopped her. "I am sure any part of his body she touches send thousands of electric charges down his spine. Will he be able to endure it and even though he can endure those electrifying sensations her hand is doing to his system, for how long will he be able to endure it?" Jeff asked. The way he talked showed that he felt bad for the helpless Jackson. "Even though he can endure it, I bet he won't be able to endure it for more than two minutes. Just watch and see," Steve said smiling mischievously. Goddamn it! Why did I have to challenge her when I was just standing so close to her? I am gonna lose control of myself if she doesn't stop now. Jackson who was now very aroused thought gritting his teeth. (WARNING: MATURED CONTENT)

Night fell, and the tavern gradually became lively. Adventurers were bragging about their recent spoils, the female servers danced like butterflies among the tables, and the bard in the corner played his lute, singing a sultry ditty. At that moment, the tavern door was pushed open, and a burly adventurer walked in from the darkness. "Hey, isn't that the 'Feeder' Bartlett?" someone recognized the newcomer. "He's long stopped being the 'Feeder.' He's now 'Undead Enemy,' 'Devil Slayer,' 'Mage Ally,' 'Crystal Wall Guardian,' and 'Legendary Adventurer' Bartlett!" someone rebutted loudly. "Bartlett, tell us one of your stories." The man named Bartlett took a hearty swig of rye wheat beer, and as the crowd's expectant eyes fell upon him, he began, "It was a bright afternoon, and I was riding a horse, preparing to go to..."

Dans sa vie antérieure, Lu Zhaozhao a fait confiance aux mauvaises personnes, causant involontairement la mort de l'homme qui l'aimait profondément. Renée le premier jour où elle l'a rencontré, Lu Zhaozhao a décisivement traîné Song Si Nian pour enregistrer leur mariage. Alors qu'elle s'affairait à rendre justice et à gifler des visages, elle n'avait qu'un seul principe concernant son mari, qui souffrait d'un trouble de l'expression émotionnelle : l'aimer. Ce que Lu Zhaozhao ne savait pas, c'était qu'elle était la seule lumière de Song Si Nian. Sa maladie le rendait paranoïaque et obsessionnel, mais il n'osait pas lui révéler sa vraie nature. Mais la vérité ne peut pas rester cachée pour toujours. Quand tout sur lui fut mis à nu devant elle, Song Si Nian la serra fort, les larmes rougissant ses yeux, et d'une voix timide lui demanda, le visage enfoui dans son cou : "Zhaozhao, ne veux-tu plus de moi ?"

In ihrem früheren Leben vertraute Lu Zhaozhao den falschen Menschen und verursachte unbeabsichtigt den Tod des Mannes, der sie tief liebte. Wiedergeboren am ersten Tag, an dem sie ihn traf, zog Lu Zhaozhao entschlossen Song Si Nian mit sich, um ihre Ehe zu registrieren. Während sie damit beschäftigt war, Vergeltung zu üben und Gesichter zu ohrfeigen, hatte sie nur ein Prinzip bezüglich ihres Ehemannes, der an einer Störung des emotionalen Ausdrucks litt: ihn zu lieben. Was Lu Zhaozhao nicht wusste, war, dass sie Song Si Nians einziges Licht war. Seine Krankheit machte ihn paranoid und besessen, doch er wagte es nicht, ihr sein wahres Ich zu offenbaren. Aber die Wahrheit kann nicht für immer verborgen bleiben. Als alles über ihn vor ihr offengelegt wurde, hielt Song Si Nian sie fest, Tränen röteten seine Augen, und mit zitternder Stimme fragte er, während er sein Gesicht in ihrem Nacken vergrub: "Zhaozhao, willst du mich nicht mehr?"

Changqing has always felt that she's incomparable to Guan Ying in every aspect. Even though she is pretty and has a good family background, this world is nothing more than a world where Princes are more attracted to Cinderellas. Her first love that she dearly remembers in her heart for years eventually becomes Guan Ying’s current boyfriend and her fiancé is Guan Ying’s ex. He has yet to forget Guan Ying. A business marriage brings Changqing and Song Chuyi together despite the absence of love. In public, he is her friend’s ex and in private he is her husband who cannot be publicly–known. At the hospital, her good friend enjoys her husband’s embrace while she can only act as though he's a stranger. At a gala dinner, her good friend hooks her arm around her first love’s arm shyly and she can only smile and give them her blessings. … In this marriage, Changqing thinks that all is well other than the fact that Song Chuyi doesn’t love her. First, her husband is a doctor and he can treat all her illnesses while saving up on medical expenses. Second, doctors love cleanliness and her husband would always ensure the cleanliness of the house. Third, at the end of every month, her thin wallet would grow thick with cash that her husband stuffs in secretly. Fourth, as a person who doesn’t like to exercise, she always get dragged around by her husband day and night to do some pleasurable exercise that is beneficial for the body and mind. Fifth, she would never have to worry that she would be out of money. There are always so many uncountable advantages that Changqing enjoys. … After the marriage, on a certain night, Changqing looks at Dr. Song gloomily. "Hubby, why are you so nice to me when you don’t even love me?" Dr. Song continues reading his medical books and ignores her. It's sometimes quite a headache when your wife is too stupid and daft. Until one day, Changqing realises that there's really no free lunch in this world…

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"

Since the beginning of time, the world has been the slaughtering ground of the Eidolons; mysterious beings from a parallel universe that contaminates the mind of the people to commit deadly sins. In an ambitious struggle to put an end to this evil corruption, warriors with extraordinary abilities; the Gate Guardians relentlessly fight these monsters. One day, Alaric ceases to become a regular high school student - He becomes trapped in the crevice of dimensions and suddenly attacked by an Eidolon. Coming to his rescue just in time is a Gate Guardian named Tiara, his weird new classmate. So now, he is stuck with this clumsy maiden who swore to protect him from these extradimensional monsters! A wacky romance between the two will start to unfold! But unbeknownst to them, a much darker force lurks in the shadows that will lead to Tiara’s brutal murder... This is a song of love. This is a song of hope. This is a song of laughters. This is a song of tears. This is the Song of the Frozen Soul.