MTL - Quick Transmigration: Seducing the Wolf Boss - Chapter 705 Disgrace's Revenge 45

“Sometimes, secrets we can’t fathom crawl through the shadows of London.”The protagonist finds herself trapped in a horror VR game that was set in 19th-century London, a city teeming with crime. She wakes up in the body of Jane Osmond, the assistant to the cynical and socially awkward genius detective, Liam Moore.Her goal is simple: reach the game’s ending and return safely to the real world. However, as she and Liam unravel the mysteries of their cases, the game’s features gradually disappear, and the world, which should be mere data, feels disturbingly real.“Who am I?”To make matters worse, her memories of her real-life self start to fade, plunging Jane into shock.Then, she realizes one more unsettling truth: the gray eyes of Liam Moore, who is supposed to be just an NPC, are always fixed solely on her.

Xia Xiao unexpectedly reincarnates to the 1960s and becomes a young intellectual in a production team.Having obtained a mystical space with a spirit spring and jade water, she raises chickens and grows vegetables, but dares not use them.As everyone around her is skinny and hungry, if she turns herself into a wealthy and beautiful woman, it would lead to her undoing.Xia Xiao looks up to the sky and sighs deeply, what a bittersweet surprise this is!

“God, please. If you are real, make my one last wish come true. Let me live.”When Callisto got diagnosed with an incurable genetic disorder at age 5, she was expected to live for only ten more years.With her life on its last leg, Callisto underwent an operation that has a one in a million chance of success called the Mutated DNA Fusion, granting her wish to live. However, the operation gave her more than what she wished for.With her black hair turned silver, cat ears overhead, and a tail from her behind, Callisto now has to live her life as a half-human and half-animal, a catgirl.

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.