MTL - Sweet Chief Secretary - Chapter 312 Slap in public

Ever since inexplicably finding herself in this new world, Chu Chi was quite satisfied with her newly acquired brain. Although she didn’t understand why she suddenly had two young children, Chu Daidai firmly believed that if something was incomprehensible, it must be true!And so, the dimension-hopping, ditzy zombie happily became both birth mother and stepmother, frolicking with her two little ones. Even though her mind was still filled with echoing emptiness, now flooded with water courtesy of that naughty child.But at least she was open to advice!When brains fall short, brawn picks up the slack.Thus, Chu Daidai allowed herself to be persuaded by various factions, coaxed from the countryside all the way to the capital, winning hearts along the way with her tiger-head shoes and physical charms.Ever since Lin You’an had gone to great lengths to trick himself a stepmother, he often found himself questioning his life choices. Why was he always either dealing with trouble or on his way to deal with trouble?“Hehe, Great Uncle, my mother doesn’t quite understand…”“Dear clansmen, please hear me out, my mother is still young…”“Honorable gentlemen, my mother is but a frail woman…”The poor child, burdened with an adult’s worries, raised his little sister with one hand while guiding his mother with the other. It was only years later that he realized – this wasn’t just scamming a stepmother, was it? He’d basically found himself an active father!(Both are pure and chaste! The main couple is Dai Xiaoqi vs. Shen Xiaowu, with a fateful connection spanning past and present lives. )

The Last Touched is a haunting fantasy of bloodlines, broken fate, and the perilous cost of power.Elsbeth MoonChild is the last of the touched—the final descendant of a cursed lineage bound to the flame. As Alpha of the shattered 12th pack, she bears the ruin left by her father’s crime: the murder of the queen. Branded by his betrayal, hunted by her former chosen mate, and driven into exile with the last of her people, Elsbeth has one desperate path forward—to survive, she must stake her claim in the Rite of Queens, an ancient trial that demands strength, sacrifice, and the will to rule.But the Rite does more than test her body and mind. It pulls her backward in time, submerging her into the forgotten life of her ancestor—the first queen. As memories bleed into dreams and dreams into waking, Elsbeth begins to unravel a long-buried truth: the flame in her blood is not just magic. It is a weapon. A curse. A gift once traded in blood and sacrifice to end an age of chaos.And she is not the only one who carries it.Julia, her estranged sister—exiled, fire-born, and half-mad with hunger—is no hybrid. She is the living echo of the power their bloodline tried to bury. Ruthless, charismatic, and driven by the belief that the throne was stolen from her, Julia is building a gospel of grievance and flame. Her army grows in the shadows, fed by secrets and stolen children. And with each ritual, the ancient seal weakens, waking something that was never meant to rise again.Torn between duty and desire, Elsbeth clings to the one thing that keeps her tethered—Fen, her true mate, a being older than he appears, hiding a divine truth of his own. Their bond runs deeper than fate, but it terrifies her. To surrender to it would mean choosing love over the kingdom. And if she falls too far, the flame inside her might burn her from within… just as it did her father.As old gods stir and the fire in her blood begins to answer the call of something watching from beneath the ice, Elsbeth must decide: will she become the queen her people need? Or the weapon her blood was meant to wield?

As the final dragon lay defeated, Aaran stared at the sky while the rest celebrated.[Awaiting the gods’ response...]He clenched his fists, his heart pounding. A shred of hope flickered in his eyes, only to be extinguished like always.[The attained outcome was deemed unsatisfactory.]Aaran had seen the message for the twentieth time. He had become the gods’ plaything in their desire to witness the “perfect ending”.He regressed once again, but this time as a toddler and charm being the only stat he had.But something was amiss. The world he remembered had changed. Powers that did not exist before had taken hold of the world.Tired of following the traditional route, Aaran chose to fight darkness with darkness… as the gods’ chosen necromancer!

”On the bed.“ My new master, the Alpha of Drogomor, commanded.I walked toward the bed, naked, ashamed, and full of tears.I was about to lose my virginity, but it meant nothing to the man who was going to take it.***I am Rosalie, 20 years old, sold to the most terrifying alpha by my own father.”You're nothing to me but a breeder.“ he said to me cruelly.I had long known that my love for him was hopeless and foolish. However, I was naïve to think that was the end of the story.Once the baby is born, I will be put to death.***People thought I was dead, but I survived.”It's you!“ He grabbed my hand, and his eyes were filled with emotions I couldn't understand. ”Come back to me, Rosalie.“”Sorry.“ I calmly looked back at him, ”but I think you've got the wrong person.“