MTL - Doomsday - v2 Chapter 642 go ahead

The Empress who dies in torture, An Rushuang is her name. After she wakes up, she finds herself has time-travelled to when she was twelve years old, but she would turn into Major General’s white horse at night. He is a general who orders about the winds and clouds on the battlefield, and she is a little girl lives in her boudoir seclusively.

She endeavors to change her fate, and he spared no effort to win every battle. They meet each other every day, well, it’s night to be accurate. Is that a dream or not? She pleads to marry the seignior to win peace for her family, only to find he is the one she is going to marry.

“Growing old with you under the same roof is my long-cherished wish”, thought them both.

Shiloh is an Dominant Omega, in a world where he lives Dominant Omega and Dominant Alpha only born among the elite. So when his father sold him to some 'Madam', everyone used him. Shiloh got a lot of bad treatment until he meets Gruvv, a Dominant Alpha. Gruvv himself has a problem, he can't smell pheromones because of his depression. He was never in a RUT again and his family was constantly looking for ways to get him to smell pheromones again. In the side, Gruvv is the heir to the DHURUDATTA family, a mafia family that also made Shiloh's father run away because of his debts.

In a post-apocalyptic world where humanity survives in fortified cities, only a lucky few awaken Talents, supernatural powers that allow them to level up.Isaac believed he was destined for an ordinary life—until he awakened the Bonded Blessings System.This system granted him a unique ability: he could share the talents, abilities, and progress of his wives.[Your wife, Sword Empress, has reached Overlord rank. Sharing progress…][You have leveled up 10 times and reached Overlord rank!][Your wife, Ghost Queen, has unlocked the full potential of her Nether Eyes. Sharing progress…][You have awakened Supreme Demonic Nether Eyes!][Your wife, Dragon Saintess, has purified an Ancient Dragon Heart and absorbed it. Sharing progress…][You have awakened the Ancient Dragon God's Bloodline!]Killing monsters? Grinding for levels? Why bother when his wives could do it for him?As long as they grew stronger, so did he!

[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.