MTL - Fatal Shot - Chapter 1289 War, death roar!

Ethan Smith is 22 year old young guy. He was doing MBA from a a nearby college. He has always wanted to be rich, surrounded by beauties. But life never gives the way you want. While riding his motorcycle to comeback home from college, he was hit by Truck-kun and he got transmigrated.He travelled to eastern fantasy world. And he found himself in the body of a young man named Aric Lei.“I got transmigrated into the body of the young master of Lei family.”[“Ding!”][“Hello Host, the villain system is here to help you to become the ultimate villain.”][“As a beginner pack, I would give one skill for free. Tell me what skill you want?”]Ethan - “My Dear System, Give me the Mind Control Skill. ”“Granting you the absolute mind control skill. Through which you can corrupt anyone's mind”Ethan - “This time I will fuck this world. Ha ha ha ”Note: No NTR, No Yuri, Milfs, Power-packed.

“Uncle Morgan... it's you!” Chloe Leung initially wanted to flirt with her crush but ended up flirting with the poker-faced uncle who had raised her for ten years, leaving her dumbfounded. Her first reaction... run!Helplessly, she could escape the monk, but not the temple, and she was caught before even leaving the house, “Did you think you could run after doing something bad?”Chloe Leung cried with a mournful face, “Then... what do you want to do?”The man smiled meaningfully, “Let's see how you behave!”

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”

To exist in a certain place, at a certain time—it's always either by chance, or by choice.But sometimes,There is a third force.One that doesn't ask.One that doesn't explain.It simply places you—wherever it wants.Arséne had always been dragged into places he never chose.Situations he never asked for.Realities he never belonged to.And when, at last, he decided to act on his own terms—To take the initiative,To move first,To choose…He simply died.