Night of the Broken Gliph - Chapter 130

Alexander was the greatest tyrant in history. His cruel, brutal and vicious reign struck fear in his enemies and allies alike. But that all ended when he was betrayed by his own people and beheaded by his archrival. As Alexander’s consciousness faded away all he could think of is all the faults he made, how he could have avoided them, how unlucky he had been, and his wrath and unwillingness to die at the hands of the man he hated most! But unexpectedly he was given not only the answers to these questions, but also a second chance to right all his many wrongs.

The novel is about an author who was reincarnated into his novel.This author thought that he would become a hero, like he always wished, but no, his fate was to become a Villain.His fate was to fight against humanity and against the supreme beings who were planning to invade the world.

A few minutes before her wedding, Jeslyn found out her soon-to-be husband was only after the benefit he would get by marrying her. Heartbroken and feeling betrayed, she opted for the only option available at that moment, which was to get into a contract marriage with whichever man she could find, or else her family's fortune would end up in the hands of her enemies. …“Mister, please, will you marry me?” She asked him.A man she saw entering the restroom of the wedding venue. 'He must be one of the guests,' she thought.Maverick was taken aback by that proposal. He saw her flinch when he turned to look at her. It was apparent she got scared of him, yet she composed herself, ready to dive into the mystery before her.“It will be a marriage contract. We will get a divorce after one year,” he heard her say.He also needed a woman for his brat, so he responded, “Deal.”Unbeknownst to her, she just made a deal with the sweetest devil that could ever exist. ...He is the nightmare of country M, a country where evil rules.She is the little bunny raised with love and affection. Hurt a fly? No, she had never done that before.However, forced to become the demon's wife, she had no choice but to shed her fake persona.What little bunny? Who said she could not step on a pianist's fingers with her heels and pretend like she didn't mean it?Ha, those celebrities want to play the pity card? Do they want to garner the sympathy of the public? Well, why again is she called a 'little bunny'? Isn't it because she was the best at acting cute?Did no one tell these white lotuses wanting to dive into her husband's bed that she stole his soul when she spanked his naughty son?....Drop by my discord to have a one on one discussion with your author-- Hassy_101.Link belowhttps://discord.gg/CswFCgc2

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.