I Got Possessed By A Succubus Queen - Chapter 149 Feeding Time

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry him, an unexistent and unfavored prince. After ascending the throne, the harem was filled with the daughters of important officials in the court.

Looking at the hurt eyes and feeling upset, it is fortunate that they all feel that they have dirty their own dragon bodies.

He decided to choose a hot-tempered, arrogant, domineering and jealous woman into the palace, and put all these rubbish in the cold palace for him.

Song Yunzhao traveled to ancient times for 14 years, and has been developing obscenely. He just waited for the plot to start, and then turned into an arrogant, domineering, vicious and jealous villain. When he was defeated, he could choose a husband and live happily.

Later, Song Yunzhao looked at the doting Majesty smiling at her and said, “Zhaozhao, come here.”

Song Yunzhao only felt that something was wrong, the soles of his feet felt cold, and the dog emperor had a gentle face and cold eyes, he clearly wanted to use her as a weapon!

- Description from novelbuddy

Xia Ling wanted to run, but no matter where she went, she could always see the devil king with a gentle and malicious look in his eyes. "Xia Xia, where are you running to? " [1v1, sweeter than ever ] "..." Text: Yan Luo Bai, "fast wear, flirt: Plan to save the fallen boss"

Born and raised in a remote village, Sheila entered the Royal Academy dressed as a man to become the knight of her dreams. However, what awaited her there were only characteristic and beautiful aristocrats. She was able to overcome the prejudice and harassment against commoners, and her natural thickheadedness and good-natured attitude allowed her to gradually gain a place in the school.“What? Only nobles have magical powers? But everyone in our village could use spirit magic.”If the spirit arts that shook the country to its very foundations and her gender were discovered, she’ll be instantly kicked out! Sheila’s tightrope-walking dormitory life began!

[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.