Dafeng Night Watchman - Chapter 9 - : The Runaway Aunt

“You mean that Prince Yu wants to marry me?”

Feng Shao, who traveled to another world, only wants to make the sect flourish.But gradually, Feng Shao realized that something was wrong.Why do some people always have frighteningly high luck?Why are there always some people who can easily win the favor of beautiful women?Why do people always go around casually, and treasures automatically come to the door?Also, why do these guys always find trouble with him?Even the master who has always favored me has begun to despise me?Feng Shao, who was in charge of the mysterious artifact Tianhua Jade Slip, finally discovered that in the process of using the Tianhua Jade Slip, his own luck would gradually change to the direction of a villain.So I’m going to be a stepping stone to these sons of fortune?I, Feng Shao, must never be led by a dog so easily! If I’m not allowed here, then I’ll break out of my own world!

In a world where magic is forbidden and witches are hunted, Ashlynn Blackwell has hidden her mark of the witch since birth. The night of her wedding she's betrayed and her secret is exposed. Attacked by her husband and his knights, Ashlynn was abandoned and left for dead in the wilderness.Rescued by the vampire lady Nyrielle, Ashlynn is offered a choice: die as a human or embrace her power as a witch. Bound by a mystical blood pact, Ashlynn is plunged into a world of ancient magic, immortal vampires, and deadly political intrigue for the chance to find eternal love.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?