MTL - Back to My Dad’s High School Days - Chapter 73 reunion

Dove Sterling, an eighteen year old Heiress of one of the biggest Beauty companies in the country.She, one day, under an influence of a drug, given to her by a 'friend' by trick, she spends a night with a complete stranger, whom she doesn't even remember.But days later, why she tries to forget about it, and wants to move on with life, her life comes to a screeching half, when she finds out that she is pregnant!And if all this was any less of a problem, a bunch of people were always on her toes! Waiting for every opportunity to see her suffer.But Dove? she wouldn't ever let them have this luxury.Dante Lancaster, the owner of the world's largest security firm, and the heir of one of the richest families, finds himself head over heels with the unknown woman he had spent his first night with.She was almost itched into his mind. But a thunder broke above his head, when he finds out that, the girl was none other than the granddaughter of his saviour. Someone, he respected dearly.But that did not lessen his craze for her. He was obsessed. And then he learnt that she was pregnant with his child!And that was the moment, that he swore to make her his. But life happened, and things spiralled in such ways, that Dove went abroad, giving birth to her son there, while Dante kept fighting his demons, while keeping an eye on her.And after three years... Fate happened in such ways, that he had to protect her and he incharge of her and her son's safety.So will our Male Lead be able to use his chance and make the woman of his dreams all his, by heart and soul, while the little 'Mommy's protector' doesn't give him a break!His own son is being a trouble for him! Dante had a headache coming from his own blood

I gave them my everything.My time… my strength… my heart.I trained while they slept.I smiled when they laughed.I stayed… even when it hurt.And what did I get?Nothing.They looked at me like I was pathetic.Like, I didn’t belong.Like I was… less.But I... the naive person I am, continued trusting them.They told me to act like trash, fine—I became trash.They told me to act like a scumbag, fine—I played the role.However...One mistake, one single moment...That’s all it took.And they threw me away.But now…Someone else woke up in my body.A stranger, a man who doesn’t know the pain I suffered, but wears my face.Let’s see what he does with it.Because me?I’m done with this life, so to the soul who took over my body...This is your mess now…'Gray'.

Lin Yuan, carrying the “Door to Myriad Worlds,” transmigrated into the Great Universe of the Starry Sea.Here, the mightiest could obliterate star systems with the flick of a finger, and traverse millions of light-years in an instant.As a bottom-dweller, Lin Yuan could only rely on the “Door to Myriad Worlds” and his innate talent, “Against-Heaven’s Understanding,” to travel through countless worlds, silently growing stronger.【Your Against-Heaven’s Understanding allows you to cultivate the Muscle-Tenden Transformation Bible, comprehending the ‘Muscle-Tendon Transformation Blood Tempering Divine Technique’】【Your understanding is Heaven-Against, upon extending your comprehension to the Thunder in the Palm, results in the mastery of the ‘Thunder Creation Opening Technique’】【Your understanding is Heaven-Against, while observing the birth and death of worlds, leads to the insight of the ‘World in the Palm’】【Your understanding is Heaven-Against,, through studying the art of external incarnations, culminates in the ‘Self-Transformation Great Technique’】……In his unending travels, Lin Yuan ceaselessly grew stronger, until… he was unrivaled across all worlds.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”