Shocking Venomous Consort: Frivolous Miss - Chapter 5833 - When did you say you like me

On her wedding day, she was humiliated; her status as the legitimate wife was instantly changed into that of a concubine.

One day when I was working as a low-ranking civil servant in a hopeless imperial palace department, I realized that I had reincarnated in a novel.“Oh my god, the villain is about to start a war, right? If a war breaks out, people like me will be the first to die!”An imminent war as per the original setting.If I want to live, I must first save the crown prince!To save the crown prince who dies first in the original story, I leaked the original’s information to catch the villains.Suddenly, I became the youngest minister.I didn’t really mean to get ahead, but there’s nothing wrong with that!Let’s just catch the villain.* * *It’s a lot of fun to ab*se the villains, and the taste of power is also very sweet.However…“His Highness the Crown Prince has a great sense of responsibility, but since he has nowhere to focus, he may want to run away sometimes.”The strange new intern is talking nonsense.No, how did I save the prince!“What? Run awaaaay?”With a glint in my eyes, I said grimly.“If His Highness runs away… I will personally chase him to the end of the continent. I will somehow drag him by the collar, stick tight next to him, and keep an eye on him.”Hmm?But intern, why are you shaking? Why are your ears red?

A modern Japanese man reincarnated into a game as Welner von Zeavert. Though he reincarnated as a noble’s son, he is neither the main character nor the hero of this world. He become someone who didn’t even appear in the game.Plus, with only [Spearmanship] as his skill, he can’t even join the hero party to clear main story.His small advantages are the fact that he became the hero’s friend and his father’s rather high status. He’s nothing but a supporting character of the story.He noted the game story that he knew from his past life, used it, along with his authority and influence as a noble, to survive from demon king army.But, without realizing it, the knowledge from his past life and his memories of the game story affected the world. He saved people that should have died and took care of events that didn’t appear in the game.With that, he carved history of this worldThis is not a story about the hero. This is a story about struggle and effort of a young noble.

They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.