Chronicles of Vearth - Chapter 20: The First Tides of War

Abandoned on the battlefield, all he could do was endure the hellish life. He had no family to rely on, as they had turned their backs on him.A soul from the battlefield, Lucavion Thorne.But apparently, he was a lot more than a mere soldier, as fate had many things stored for him.A soul from Earth....When they merged, he realized.He was a one-chapter villain whose sole purpose was to serve as a background setting for the protagonist's tragedy.But was he truly a one-chapter villain, or did fate still have some tricks up its sleeve?Watch the story of Lucavion Thorne as he finds the purpose behind his transmigration and discovers his own fate.

Wang Xiao was compelled to descend from the mountain by his master, with his intrinsic energy cloistered, and a lovely woman erroneously believing him to be her betrothed. In a bid to safeguard his mistakenly assigned fiancée, he resolved to remain in the school teeming with enchanting beauties. With the same intent to defend his intended, he managed to transform the currents of power within the city.

“Let’s get a divorce,” Chen Jinyao said.

She knew that she was only a supporting character in this novel world. The male lead only married her as a business relationship and, sooner or later, the female lead of the story would eventually show up.

If Chen Jinyao was indecisive about leaving, only heartbreak would follow.

Something pulled her thin white wrist, and next thing she knew, she was pushed down and pressed against a pillow. Yan Cheng’s peach blossom eyes bored into her in discontent as he declared, “Only in your dreams!”

After spending a colorful night, she was too tired to lift a finger.

When she fell asleep in Yan Cheng’s arms, she had a dream.

In her dream, she had turned 80 years old.

But can someone tell her why she still hadn’t left the marriage at that age?

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”