A Mate For The Last Lycan - Chapter 4: A HUG AND A KISS UNDER THE MOONLIGHT

The abyss invades, leading to the digitization of the world.This isn't a game, but a confrontation between the world and the abyss. Losing means losing our homes, and the defeat of human civilization means its end.There are no winners...at least there never have been before.Lu Heng once again stands at the starting point of the abyss' arrival, resolutely picking up the crystal core, embarking on a path strewn with blood and thorns...The abyss battlefield countdown begins: 3 hours...[Battlefield mode: Desert Escape Killing][Main Quest: Survive three days][Awakened initial talent 'Divine Evolution', breaking the skill level limits and elevating skills to a higher form.]The abyss invades various celestial civilizations, with cyber civilization, dark iron dwarf civilization, elves civilization... appearing in turn.

Eighty years ago, Qi Shijiang was a crosstalk artist who was a good performer.

Eighty years later, he borrowed a body to resurrect himself in the entertainment circle.

Despite living again, it’s really not easy to reenter the old profession.

As far as this face is concerned, no one believes that he is talking about crosstalk. No one believes that he does not rely on his face to eat.

– What is the use of this magnificent beauty? ?

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It is said that all illegitimate children recognized by the boss can inherit a mountain!

The difference is that other people inherit the golden and silver mountains,

Li Guoguo inherited the real mountains. Fortunately, there are several.

At the same time, heaven gave her a farming system. If you don’t farm, you’ll die!

One day, a video introducing the tourist scenery of Taoyuan village was added to the live broadcast platform.

There are clusters of fruit trees, magnificent waterfalls, beautiful scenery, quiet streams, and small animals.

People: Liar! I’m in this city. It’s impossible to have this scenery in the wild mountains!

Not long after, people said: Awesome..

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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.