Quirkless Hero - Chapter 146 - : Towards the path of necessity

[[MATURE AND DISTURBING CONTENT, R18+!!]]In a mysterious and mesmerizing tale, Charlotte, a young fair lady with a passion for art, is thrust into the world of intrigue and danger on her 18th birthday. After making a daring escape from her family's sprawling mansion, she finds herself at the mercy of the notorious Madame Dorothea, who offers her freedom in exchange for her aid in a mysterious case.Together with the mysterious noble woman, Charlotte must unravel the secrets buried in the grim and mysterious case of the Calestinia family by the request of the countess in exchange for her desired freedom.[Read the story to find out what happened.]Content/Trigger Warning: This story contains violence, heinous crime, swear words, and other disturbing scenes. Please be guided that the author had already warned you.Advertisement: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, laws and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.ALSO AVAILABLE ON: Wattpad [[AWARDED AS THE AMBY AWARDS QUALIFIER]]Wattpad Username: Signora Dmitrei

The enchanting and beautiful big brother’s mouth lifted up into a demonic smile, spitting out cruel and sorrowful words. “Take it out, don’t leave an intact corpse!”

The cold second brother with the icy eyes continuously bled alongside the dying and suffering man.

Their eyes were purple and enchanting. They were this world’s devils, banished by the people.

When they gained strength, they retaliated by destroying the heavens and exterminating the earth.

She was a girl who mistakenly entered another world. She’s their salvation and is the only one that must be obtained at all costs.

Overbearingly possessive and absolutely unrestrained indulgent pampering as long as she stayed by their side.

A gentle as jade man, a faint and dedicated guard.

There were those who liked it silent.

What is the type of love?

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[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.

Hao Ren (literally means “good man”), as his Chinese name suggested, is a good man, and his ideal was to live a restful, comfortable life as a landlord. At least that was his plan before a couple of abnormal creatures rented his house.