After Picking Up Five Brothers, No One Dares to Offend the Capital City - Chapter 438: Jiang Sheng’s Careful Machine

24 years old technology genius, was paralyzed by an accident. Cyra felt freedom for the first time in her life.But the world always throws things at you when you least expect. She transmigrated into a world where genders are reversed but still feeling the joy of her new working legs, she was thrown into a chaos space that would shape her bubbly personality into a dangerous being that made the world tremble.This is a reverse harem novel.Form Author San: my novel is not perfect, read at your own risk. For your author's brain cells please support me with 'love'. Ha! Just kidding. Leave your comments, reviews, and votes.

Having been reborn, she takes one glance at her ridiculously handsome husband and wonders if she had suffered from brain damage back then—she had actually demanded for a divorce with him. Repeatedly!

Silas Greenfield, a master assassin, dies in a bloody betrayal — only to wake up in the body of a random extra in a fantasy world straight out of a game he used to play. But Silas isn’t here to follow some prewritten plot. With his deadly skills and sharp mind, he’s determined to rewrite the rules and carve his own path.In a kingdom full of power struggles, royal intrigue, and dangerous secrets, Silas must navigate a world where everyone has their role — and he’s ready to break them all.Can a former assassin outwit fate and rise to power, or will he become just another pawn in a game he refuses to play?

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.