MTL - NBA: Get the McGrady Template at the Start - Chapter 176 Seth Curry

CONTENT WARNING:/This novel contains mature themes, explicit sexual content, strong language, and adult situations. Reader discretion is advised./---She ran from the devil who raised her…And married the one who wore a crown.After her parents’ tragic death, Lydia Andreyevna’s life became a nightmare. Stripped of her name, inheritance, and freedom by her uncle—Lord Alexander—she was treated like property and promised to a Count four times her age.Desperate to escape, she fled into the cold night… and straight into blood.A stranger. Wounded. Beautiful. Terrifying.She should’ve left him.But she didn’t.She touched him once—and fate branded her forever.Her uncle caught her the next morning. Her escape failed. But when she begged Queen Olga for protection, the Queen offered her a deadly bargain:Marry the masked Grand Duke of Zolotaria.The king’s hunting dog. The butcher of the East. The devil in a crown.The man feared by kings.The heir to the throne.The same man she once saved.Ivan Romanov.They say he bathes in blood. That he kills without blinking. That he conquered kingdoms with a smile behind a mask. That no one sees his face—and lives.Some call him the devil. Others call him Death’s favorite son.But behind the mask is the same man she found dying in the dark.The same voice that haunted her dreams.The same hands she once held.Now, he’s her husband.Her jailer.Her obsession.She doesn’t know if she’s his prisoner, or his weakness.Cold and untouchable, Ivan doesn’t share his bed. Doesn’t share his secrets. But she sees it—the hunger in his eyes. The pain in his silence. The way he looks at her like she’s the only thing keeping his demons at bay.She should fear him.She should hate him.But the moment she dares to take off his mask… it’s already too late.Because Ivan wants her—her fire, her body, her heart.And in his world, what he wants, he keeps.Even if it means burning down the kingdom.She thought she was running from hell.She ended up in his bed.And the most dangerous thing of all?She doesn’t want to leave.

Yun Ling, on the eve of his sixteenth birthday, faces mixed feelings from his younger sisters, Yun Wei and Yun Chu, about the upcoming test to determine his cultivation talent—a critical milestone in this world where martial prowess can define one’s destiny.Despite their teasing and doubts, Yun Ling harbors a secret determination fueled by a tragic past. He’s not originally from Blue Star but a transmigrator who lost his parents at a young age and witnessed his father’s mu*der—a powerful martial artist and vice master of the Golden Wind Martial Club. Adopted by Yun Jinglin, Yun Ling has lived with a burning desire for revenge against his father’s killer, now a grandmaster level martial cultivator.On Blue Star, a planet transformed by disaster thirty years ago that unleashed ferocious beasts and dark demonic energy, humans discovered the power of vitality, giving rise to superhuman warriors and a new era of martial cultivation.Will he possess the cultivation talent needed to pursue his quest for revenge and protect those he cares for in a world where ferocious beasts and martial might reign supreme?

The heroic person, with the ambition of the jackal, is a heroic person.

Astur Bader: The Brood of Alienation and Flesh, Lord of Death and Slavery.

When the two coexist together and wake up in the world of “ONE PIECE”, these heroes will rise together, and the magnificent sea will bury many bones. It is to become a pirate, to follow the current, to stand on the top of the tide; or to start from A tiny navy, hitting the water in mid-stream, conquering the wind and thunder of the four seas.

The pirate is realistic, the golden finger is the mother’s nest, similar to the nest of the interstellar zerg tyrants, and will gradually establish a base, the BOSS-type protagonist, does not follow the ship, and gradually climbs to the top by means of tricks, not smearing the straw hat group is only this, Enemy or friend only depends on the protagonist’s position at the time. There are right and wrong, but it is more beneficial. Realism is to create and restore the most real and cruel face of the pirate world on the basis of animation.

You can read it even if you haven’t read the original, it doesn’t matter.

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They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.