The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 73 - "What’s the Plan?" "Kill Our Way Through." (2/2)

Zhou Heng drank too much wine, and woke up to find that he had time-traveled, and there was a beautiful woman lying beside him. Just when Zhou Heng, a bachelor of ten thousand years, wanted to take charge, he suddenly discovered that this woman who had a relationship with him was called Sadako, and she was the Sadako in Midnight Ring.

Sadako is just Sadako, pretty and human, but the memories that come out one after another make Zhou Heng discover that his name is Takeo Saeki, and he is the husband of Kayako in the Grudge of the Great Evil Spirit.

Later, at work, Zhou Heng discovered that his female colleague had a strange identity. The daughter of his client, Mimiko Mizunuma, had always been very interested in him when she came into contact with him.

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This book is about the rise of a Beast-controlling Sect disciple. There are a thousand kinds of demonic beasts, all kinds of divine arts, countless worlds, and endless Great Dao.Here, you can see the Beast-controlling Sect disciples riding Western dragons and Behemoths. You can also see the sect disciples controlling Golden-armored Zombies, Flying Yakshas, and fighting Necromancers. One by one, the different worlds will gradually unveil their mysterious veil, revealing their enchanting appearance…

Liam who was born from a once prestigious household was found out to be a genuis of magic, genuis that appeared only once in a minnelium but as he reached the age of awakening the system it was found out that he was no different than a normal human although he had legendary skills they all appeared to be locked.Now living with his single mother who was struggling financially Liam could not bear to see his beloved mother in such a state.One day while on his way to town he mistakingly entered a dungeon and that marked the beginning of his new life...

[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.