I Became the Hero's Bride! - Chapter 11 – Pillow Talk

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”

Their sins got the whip of god's worst.On that fateful day, god left the world in ruins.However, in his supposed mercy, he left them with a means to survive.To protect themselves against the fiendish demons and monsters that came upon them.This gift, they called: Talents!In this god-abandoned world, Kieran Marcoth, on the day he was to receive his talent—a gift from Orion, the left god—he awakened a 'hidden' SSS-ranked talent.A talent that could only be activated once the condition was met.Instantly, Kieran turned into a subject of mockery, spite, and insults, and somehow, just somehow… he found himself riddled with injuries and on the brink of death.However, it seemed Orion was yet to forget his son.[Ding! Conditions have been met][Host has been successfully selected as a God candidate][Defeat the other candidates! Become the next God of this ruined world]Seeing the notification, Kieran couldn’t care less.Only one thought was registered in his mind:‘I’m going to fucking kill those bastards!’His journey began… Will the once-kind helper become a tyrant god?

Gu Nianzhi had no idea how to get the aloof and handsome Major General to fall in love with her.

His eyes were dark and serious. “…Seduce me. If you can do it, I’m yours.”

Gu Nianzhi: “!!!”

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The world is in an age of change between the old and the new society, and the collision of politics, economy, thought and culture is becoming more and more violent.

Moster Verak, a photographer from the slums of Zward City, was reborn two months ago, starting from impersonating the son of a consortium again, stirring everything and subverting the world in the turmoil of rapid industrial development and wild expansion of ambition.

[Overhead world, please do not compare reality]

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