Everlasting Immortal Firmament - Chapter 032Book 08 : End of the War in the Divine Continent

It was a useless ability, right till the very end. That’s what Shion thought as he was dying. Among all the tr*sh, it was the tr*shiest that could only record.

Even when the Libra family was taking his life, his ability, ‘Notepad’, could only record.

But then, with his return, the amplification of the Notepad occurred. Not only recording and storing, but also recalling memories.

All the conditions were prepared.

“My future dream is to be a guardian knight of Libra.”

Now, Shion is about to record their downfall from the closest place to his enemies.

Ruan is good at reading books.
Moreover, it is the white lotus fiancée of the heroine’s early dead father in the novel of the dog-blooded wealthy.
Ruan Hao: Is there such a good thing?
I wanted to raise a puppy and run away with money as an adult, but I accidentally found that the hostess table was full of books—
“Thirty-six Strategies for Wisdom Fighting Stepmothers”, “How to Get a Fox Spirit to Go Out of the House”, “One Hundred Ways to Straighten a Bent”
Ruan Hao: ? ? Did something weird get in there?
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Yan Ning grew up in the smoke of a wealthy family, and with the ability to make money, he was able to call the wind and the rain in the school. As a result, when he was seventeen, he was an orphan.
Her father also asked the vixen who wanted to kill her to fight for the family property to take care of her.
In the beginning, Yan Ning: Vixen, either you die or I live! Provoked me and didn’t end well!
Later, Yan Ning blocked the fox spirit at the door of the house and said the most cowardly words in the toughest tone: Be my girlfriend! I beg you!
Vixen Ruan Hao: … The way this book is opened is not right.

The age difference is six years old, no sweetness, no money
Acting school white cut black school tyrant x cute heartthrob president
-Where you are, I belong.

#This is an ordinary love story that everyone thinks the other party wants to kill you#
#Ruan Hao has no relationship with the heroine’s father#
#The protagonists are all adults when they are in love, no blood relationship and legal kinship#

Content Labels: Happy Enemy System Sweet Text Wearing Books
Search keywords: protagonists: Yan Ning, Ruan Hao
One-sentence introduction: The little wolf dog, the eternal god
Purpose: To carry forward the spirit of righteousness and courage, and build a harmonious society together

- Description from novelbuddy

“Mr. Hu Lai, today’s football forwards like you who can only score goals are getting narrower and narrower … But nevertheless, you have achieved dazzling achievements. What is your secret to success?”

On a winter afternoon, Hu Lai showed reporters from all over the world the honor he had just received, and some reporters asked him such questions.

Facing the eyes cast by the reporters, Hu Lai’s thoughts returned to the afternoon when he was in high school. He stood alone beside the stadium to watch other students play games. They did not let him play, thinking he was here to make trouble.

He also thought of what the coach said to him with a straight face: “Hu Lai, if you can’t pay ten times the effort of others, your talent is just worthless stones.” And a disdainful voice: “Modern football The demands on the center are getting higher and more comprehensive. What’s the use of shooting only? ”

In the end, his thoughts were frozen at that time, and the night was already looming in the eastern sky. In the middle of the abandoned vacant land covered with grass, a girl said to him very seriously: “Hu Lai, you are actually gifted. , And a great talent! Because you know where the goal is! ”
Hu Lai stared at the girl’s eyes, and saw the sunset behind him from those eyes.

The sunlight is reflected in the pupils, flowing, burning, condensing into a halo, as if to melt yourself in this light.

Hu Lai, who withdrew his thoughts, returned to this warm winter afternoon, facing the excited reporters, he smiled slightly: “Because I know, the goal is there.”

- Description from Qidian

[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.