CEO loves me with all his soul. - Chapter 21 - - The broken bonds

CEO Leng Li: The sky has finally cooled down. It’s time for that person who bullied my sister to go bankrupt.

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Jie Ao –xianzun (officer of Emperor Jie): The emperor is not allowing me to marry my junior sister? Good! Then, both of us are going to elope.

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Overbearing Regent: This is my little princess! What do you mean by thousand pounds of gold and precious nobles? All of you kneel down to her!

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Tong Su only wanted to complete her task of eradicating the scum male in order to get a chance to exact her own vengeance. However, this big BOSS, why do your eyes show such emotion towards me?

Important note: Sweet pet, oppressive slag, fake brother and sister, not blood related!

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Shen Mo transmigrates into the body of an outer disciple of the Qingxuan Sect, once the brightest among his peers. Just as he is on the cusp of entering the inner sect, his foundation is cruelly destroyed by poison. At his lowest point, Shen Mo discovers an extraordinary ability: the power to see and seize the fated opportunities of others.Are you a powerful reincarnation destined to acquire a Heavenly Tier technique? I'll take it!Are you the future Flame Emperor, refining the essence of the sun? That power is mine now!Are you a descendant of the Martial Ancestor with a Heavenly Tier spiritual weapon? Hand it over!Are you the sacred maiden of the Fox Clan, about to tame a sacred beast cub? Both the beast and your opportunities belong to me now!“My fate is in my hands, not others', for I am the CHAMPION OF DESTINY.”

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.

He is a firefighter, his face blackened by smoke, coming from the flames, and in one glance, his life was set.The first time he met the young girl, she bent slightly towards him and said, “Sir...”He was amused, thinking she was a little eccentric...She had never seen such a handsome man, tall like a general, and when their eyes met, she was bewildered and forgot she wasn't in the palace...Later, during the school art performance, the young girl sat on stage, dressed in ancient costume, with a veil covering her face, holding a pipa, her eyebrows shy, appearing both delicate and graceful...He raised his alluring eyes, recalling the girl said she knew a little about musical instruments and chess; she was modest.Seeing him in the audience, her heart raced, wanting to perform well but accidentally struck the wrong chord, fortunately unnoticed by him...Later still, the young girl, now grown, suddenly confessed to him, and the usually calm and composed man was caught off guard...It was a love she had hidden deep in her heart for many years, like shards of glass in her palm, both a patient endurance and impulsive agony...The joy of love at first sight, a hidden affection...She would never know that the brother she secretly admired had been waiting for her to grow up...