The Story of Blood and Roses - Chapter 122 He Does Care

A knife in the pregnant Luna’s belly.All evidence points to the Alpha’s scorned concubine.Althea didn’t do it.But no one will believe the wolfless omega who was rejected, humiliated, and made his slave.So she runs—straight into the Red Mist and into the jaws of the one creature that even the Alpha hunting her fears.---Thorne Vargan, the Hellhound of the North Clan, swore bloody retribution on everyone responsible for destroying all he had ever known—especially the woman who beheaded his mother.As fate would twist it, that woman’s daughter stumbles into his hellish domain…And Thorne is not letting her go.He claims her.As captive.As leverage.As vengeance.But the fates have a different tale to weave as something in him hungers for her in ways far more dangerous than hate.Her scent tempts him.Her fear intrigues him.Her secrets threaten to set his blood—and the entire pack system—on fire.And while Thorne pins her to his world with claws and shadow, the Alpha she fled is coming.He wants his little omega back.

The dead cannot speak.

It means the living can create any story they want.

Inheritance, honor and wealth can be taken away by lies.

However, what happens when a person, who was presumed to be dead, returns alive?

Transcending into a World of MagicMatthew found himself in a game world, but it seemed like his system had a little hiccup.“Class: NecromancerMission: Plant TreesObjective: 1000 treesRewards: Summon ‘Bone Dragon’ & a ton of EXP.”And just like that, a Necromancer who revered balance more than any Druid was born.

WARNING: ITS A 18+ BOOKHeena stretched on the warm sand, sipping coconut water. Finally, peace. No scheming heroines, no brooding male leads—just her and the ocean.“HEENA! MOTHER! I FOUND YOU!”Her eye twitched. Not now.Floating above the beach was a golden lion with sparkling wings.“System 547,” she said, gritting her teeth. “I’m on vacation.”“But the worlds are collapsing! Male leads are going crazy! Villainesses are dying! White lotus heroines are ruining everything!”“Not my problem.”“You’re the Black Lotus! Only you can fix this!”“Exactly why I deserve a vacation.”“No rules! Slap them, seduce them, team up with the villainess—anything!”Heena sipped her coconut. “If I say yes, triple points, rare items from every world, and six months vacation after.”“Done! Anything!” the lion shouted, tail wagging.Heena stood, brushing sand off. “Fine. Show me these broken male leads.” Her smirk was dangerous.The portal threw Heena onto cold marble floors. Her head spun as чуж memories flooded in.Empress Celeste Ravencourt.Five husbands.A dying empire.“Great,” Heena muttered. “I’m the villain.”A tiny golden lion appeared beside her. “Welcome to World 12! You’re married to five powerful men who all hate you. They’re meeting tonight to poison you and crown the heroine instead.”“Let me guess,” Heena sighed. “White lotus?”“Lady Seraphina. Sweet, kind, system-backed. They’re all in love with her.”Heena rubbed her temples. The body was weak, starved, exhausted. No wonder Celeste died so easily.“Fine,” she said, pulling off the heavy jewelry. “That empress is dead. I’m not.”She chose a simple dark dress, tied her hair up, and met her reflection. The sadness vanished. Confidence took its place.At dinner, five men waited—cold, powerful, deadly handsome. Warriors, priests, generals, spies. Every one of them wanted her gone.Wine was poured into her glass.Poisoned. Obvious.They watched her closely.Heena lifted the glass, smiling lightly.“To new beginnings.”She drank it all.The silence cracked.Nothing happened.Their faces changed—shock, fear, disbelief.Heena leaned back, calm and smiling.“Now,” she said softly, “which one of you thought killing me would be that easy?”