MTL - Marriage of the Di Daughter - Chapter 8 Coming

The little security guard, Qin Yu, was chosen by a glamorous and wealthy CEO to become her personal bodyguard. Little did he know, this glamorous and wealthy CEO had a double identity, and was actually his wife from a flash marriage a year ago, registered and all. Neither of them recognized the other, but as they lived together day and night, one awkward situation followed another. They had become the most familiar pair of stranger spouses!

I reincarnated as the villain’s younger sister who will be punished by the male lead. It was a forgone conclusion that both of us will die to the male lead if my older brother continued his evil ways. So I tried to live quietly while trying to change my wicked brother, but for some reason the male lead is lying in front of our villa? I can’t let him die, so at first I helped him up, but…the male lead’s condition is a bit strange.

Wait a minute…did it start already? The male lead’s mana poisoning? There is only one way to calm the enormous amount of mana within the male lead’s body. Immediate physical contact…

But that’s the female lead’s job!

Aren’t I the villain’s sister? Why me?! What the hell is going on?!

“Rose…Please, I need you. Save me…”

This is driving me crazy…I can’t turn a blind eye to the dying male lead, and there’s not enough time to find the female lead!

…Gosh, I don’t know!

Let’s save the male lead first! I’ll help him, then once I find the female lead, we’ll break up! I quietly approached him and we kissed. But as if that alone was not enough, with a deep sigh, he spoke.

“Let’s have a deeper relationship.”

“Deeper…relationship?”

“Kissing, and other things…”

He looked at me sorrowfully. I couldn’t take my eyes off this great beauty when he looked at me in such a somber way. Absentmindedly blinking my eyes, I inadvertently nodded my head. Then he pulled me in and locked his arms. With a dazzling gaze and a bright smile, he spoke.

“Rose, you’re my first.”

No, I can’t be your first time!

The light-hearted love story of a (vampire) zombie and an idiot.

[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.