MTL - Not Spare the Years - Chapter 85

An Omega painted the villain. What would her revenge taste like?For a month, Eve has been seeking for a divorce from her mate who she’d been marrried to—the man she found out she was pregant for. They were after her life and regardless of the fact she was his mate, she couldn’t live. She knew too much about them.Her life was going to come to an end when her very ex-husband, her mate, tricked her into a job—a work that was finally going to cost her life. But all that changes when she sought protection fom a man, a lone alpha—strongest, wealthiest, that even the leader of the pack was below him.But if there was anything else this man was, it was…Frightening in a way she never imagined.Oh, but Malakai Basti was still just a man after all. He had secrets. And his secrets was something Eve never saw coming.Perharps…he wasn’t exactly the protection she needed. Because if anyone found out what he had hidden, Malakai Basti wouldn’t die alone.She had been implicated and bounded to him.

-Unfortunately, someone reported my cover, so I won’t be able to upload a new one until August 7-Genre: Hentai/Dark Fantasy[Warning: sexually explicit content]No one in this world loves MILFs quite like Ren Volkom—and it’s all because of his adoptive mother: the gorgeous businesswoman Isabelle Lazar, who first opened his eyes to the magical world of sex.But there's more to it.Ren’s obsession with mature women isn’t just about chasing the forbidden dream of every eighteen-year-old.What Ren truly loves… is their blood.That’s why, every night, he hunts for new MILFs to eat... and it’s not just their blood he’s after.

The first part is finished, and the second part is starting. Two worlds of immortals and demons, and the boundless universe. This decides the tone of the second part!

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…