Fatima: The Slave Princess - Chapter 90 - 89

The text is over! [The full-level gangster protects the short heroine vs the black-bellied gangster gangster male protagonist] Stormy pet 1v1

The daughter of the Yun family, who had been lost for twelve years, faced a problem as soon as she returned to Jiangcheng. If she did not fall in love, she would inherit hundreds of billions of property. In order not to inherit the family property, he and the prince pretended to be a fake couple, thinking that the well water would not make the river water. However

“Nan Nan, shout brother, I’ll make you whatever you want.”

“Nan Nan, sugar is sweet only when two people eat it together.”

… Qin Yao: “My wife has no power to tie the chicken, so she is not allowed to bully her.” Everyone looked at the woman in Qin Ye’s arms, and at the hundreds of people who were beaten on the ground and screamed, shivering!

Master Qin: “My wife doesn’t know anything from the countryside, so I have to let her.”

Later, famous painters, medical professors, scientists… all came to ask for advice.

Crowd: Aren’t you from the countryside, a bum who doesn’t know anything?

Later, bigwigs from all over the world paid high prices to poach people.

Master Qin took his wife into his arms and threw out countless black cards: “Look who has more money.”

the day of the interview

The reporter asked: “Is there any secret to chasing such a beautiful and versatile wife?”

“Be able to cook, be a hooligan, have a good appearance and a good figure, and more importantly, be physically strong!”

Deputy cp [Domineering pseudo-abstinence Captain Su vs Amorous Chu Fairy]

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In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself.Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans.***He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. “So, you laugh?” His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. “Hades, I—”“But you only laugh at other men's jokes,” he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. “Not your husband's.” The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us.A nervous chuckle escaped me. “You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake.”In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. “You can’t laugh at my jokes...” he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, “but you’ll come with my fingers.”I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment.“I don’t need your laughter,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “I’ll have every other part of you instead.”

The poor Commandery Princess is down and out. Her father died when she was young, and her mother passed away not long ago. Her grandfather, the only one she can rely on, is now at death’s door from his illness. Faced with the merciless uncle, the greedy aunts, as well as cousins competing to present the model of the worst relatives, the Commandery Princess could do nothing but feel depressed in heart.

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.