Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster - Chapter 97 - 91 I, Mi Shuhua, a Foundation Establishment True Cultivator, Will Protect Luo Chen! (Second Update)_3

A face is a face, a song is a song, a composition is a composition.

Beautiful, talented and hardworking upcoming idol Sun Woojoo.

One day, a miracle came to him!

“I’ll become a star who shines more than anyone else.”

His dreadful dancing wasn’t an issue anymore.

At last, an idol with everything prepared.

Now, a monster rookie has appeared in the entertainment world!

In this life, the greatest star in the universe!

He called himself a human. However, the world revered him as a god. The epic adventures of Yeon Woo-jin, who possesses extraordinary psychic powers, unfold in a ruthless world.

Lin Qingqing was still talking to her friends about taking part in the singing contest the previous night. When she woke up the next day, she came five years later and found that she had not only married a overbearing president she didn’t know at all, but also had a child with him?!!

What kind of dog blood plot is this?

It is said that she still doesn’t like her husband and children, and the most thing she wants to do every day is divorce.

Looking at the pitiful eyes of Little Meng dumpling that was looking for attention and care in front of her, the handsome and rich, carefully spoiled her, want to get close but dare not, her overbearing husband, Lin Qingqing heart felt soft, “just accept it”!

At first Lin Qingqing only wanted to be a good mother, but later she found the husband so charming that she only wanted to roll in his arms every day….

Yi Zeyan knew from the beginning that the woman did not love him. No matter how kind he was to her, she didn’t appreciate it. Even if she married him, she was not willing to look him in the eye. Later, she simply lost her memory and completely forgot him.

However, he did not expect her to become different after losing her memory. She not only did not reject his approach, but even smiled at him. Later, she even stick close to him from time to time and act like a spoiled child to him.

She has become so sweet, how can he endure it…

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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.