A Pawn's Passage - Chapter 8: Kunlun and Donghai

This is a story about Sylvia and Fred.
I think young people should be high-spirited and wanton.
Everyone is growing up, but even though things are changing, those young people with love still shine, illuminating the galaxy and the world.
There is one sentence I agree with:
The Weasley Twins are the most Gryffindor boys I’ve ever seen.
They are brave and free.
I long for the light of twins, so I have this story.
Who wouldn’t want to be incarcerated at Hogwarts Nightcrawler with the Weasleys?
Don’t argue, you think.
This is the story of a silly college student crossing hp
I’m here to raise my head to guarantee a happy ending! Save all the troubles! No worries! What is it?
There are many private settings, all ooc belong to me.
I hope you love Little Sill as much as I do.

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Seven years ago, after their breakup, he disappeared without a trace.

Shen Fei was transmigrated to a world of beast taming and obtained the Supreme Bloodline through the transmigration.

Everyone was able to contract their own tamed beast. The stronger one was, the stronger their beast would be.

After activating his Supreme Bloodline, the first thing Shen Fei did was form a contract with the Divine Phoenix.

However, there existed an empress in the world.

She had control over almost all the resources in the world and could even see the outline of everyone’s life.

On a certain day, the empress noticed Shen Fei and when she activated her power to peek into his future, she was completely stunned.

Name: Shen Fei

Fate: Supreme Bloodline, Infinite Evolution, King of Beast

Tamed Beast: Divine Phoenix (Highest-grade)

Outline: Will build an immortal kingdom and become the King of Beast

[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.