A Chemist's Interstellar Saga - Chapter 93: Two Arixes

After dumping the Obsessive Tyrant, I was entangled######[Sickly Obsessive Maxim Sinclair VS Cunning Little Fox Summer Lowell]President of Sinclair Group, Maxim Sinclair, is ruthless, unfeeling, and notoriously uninterested in women, never rumored to be with any woman.However, only he knows that the woman bold enough to come undercover beside him, achieving her goal before fleeing, has haunted his sleepless nights for an entire year!Until that day, she unexpectedly returns to the country, parachuting in as the design director of a rival company...“Director Lowell, you used me and threw me away. Did I agree to this?”“Feelings fade, naturally things end. Why must President Sinclair pursue relentlessly?”“Summer Lowell, let me tell you, even if I have to go to hell, I will take you with me!”...People gasp in sympathy, assuming this reckless woman is doomed to a fate worse than death.Little do they know, he has long laid an inescapable net, waiting for her to walk right into it.“I will trap you in a place where only I can see you, forever!”———[The Heroine is Career-Oriented, The Hero is Pathologically Obsessive, Known as the Jealous King of the Demon Capital!]

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?

In the distant Eldrathis Galaxy, a vast and uncharted frontier teeming with ancient ruins and deadly secrets, humanity is a small fish in an ocean of monsters. But that doesn’t stop treasure hunters like Clara Dravenmoor, a brilliant and reckless archaeologist, and the Safira's crew, from chasing lost relics buried in the void.Her latest mission? Recovering a priceless artifact from the ruins of Zhaaros, a hostile planet plagued by nomadic warlords and nightmarish creatures. But what she finds isn’t just a relic.It’s him.A pale, otherworldly man, locked away for centuries in a high-tech sarcophagus, covered in mystical markings and dripping with an aura of power that defies reality.He looks confused. No memories. No idea why he was trapped there.But he doesn't look angry.He looks eager.Excited to follow Clara in the Safira through the vast and magnificent galaxy.

After a near death experience thanks to his own mother, Jake Hollander has an adverse reaction to people, baseball, and family. His feeling of abandonment is slowly lost thanks to his foster family, The Atkins. They take him in and change his mind about everything. He becomes more open, better at baseball, and craves for family. Slowly all wishes are granted.

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