His Bride, Her Revenge - Chapter 35: A Proposal That Changed Everything

Transmigrating into a Cultivation World full of crises, Shi Nian just wants to lie flat and survive until she dies of old age.However...Why do the fellow disciples around her all seem a bit off?The aloof senior sister is a vicious supporting female character, and in the end, her own partner extracts her soul and peels her bones just to save a mortal woman.The gentle second senior brother is a tragic character; his childhood sweetheart fiancée claims she and a poor boy are true love, and eventually, that poor boy breaks in and cripples second senior brother's cultivation.The cold third senior brother is obsessed with swordsmanship and has eyes only for that, but the female lead clings to him obsessively, saying she loves only him. The male lead is jealous because of this, and third senior brother is schemed against and dies pierced by thousands of arrows.The kind junior sister saves a tiger demon, who professes admiration for her, but in the blink of an eye, throws her into the Abyss for the sake of the female lead, causing her to fall into demonhood, ultimately dying tragically under the Righteous sword.Shi Nian is shocked to realize she has transmigrated into four books at once.And all her fellow disciples are the villains in the books...When a group of protagonists righteously come knocking on the door.Shi Nian, who has been lying flat all this time, suddenly realizes.Huh?When did she become invincible?

My brother* and I, from elementary school to university, had grown up together. We didn’t just get into the same degree, we’re also sharing the same dormitory room.

Silas Greenfield, a master assassin, dies in a bloody betrayal — only to wake up in the body of a random extra in a fantasy world straight out of a game he used to play. But Silas isn’t here to follow some prewritten plot. With his deadly skills and sharp mind, he’s determined to rewrite the rules and carve his own path.In a kingdom full of power struggles, royal intrigue, and dangerous secrets, Silas must navigate a world where everyone has their role — and he’s ready to break them all.Can a former assassin outwit fate and rise to power, or will he become just another pawn in a game he refuses to play?

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.