MTL - Marvel’s Disassembler - Chapter 626 Calm 2 years

Xiaofei finds herself alive again inside the body of a beautiful young lady from the noble Lin family owning the same name as her.She was blessed with a peerless face, worthy of winning every men's heart and gaining women's envy in her previous life.But she foolishly fell in love with the prince, and was destined to die at the hands of her own beloved person.Even in this new life and body. Evil schemes and scandals won't let her escape even after her rebirth hence,she starts to do the same. Be evil and ruthless to those who went against her.Men and women needs to be bought.Golden Throne has to be passed over.Empire must be conquered and torched down.And hearts needs to be snatched.Xiaofei swears to overturn the world and slay her enemy. With a cruel era like this, one can only forcibly try to make a shell and protect oneself from harm.However, who would have thought that a man full of viciousness an arrogance that could pierce the sky would suddenly barge into Xiaofei's life? And would shamelessly whisper next to her ear, “Your enemy is my enemy and your wish is my command. However, I also have another wish that only you could grant for me.”“That is to have my wife for breakfast, lunch, snack, and dinner.”Xiaofei: “……”

Shi Yuhan is the most heartless and evil human Song Qinghuan has ever met. He's arrogant, sharp-tongued, ruthless, and heartless towards her. Yet, he asks (read threaten) her to marry him and she has no choice but to agree. She needs to get into the Era Group to investigate her elder brother's whereabouts.Will her sacrifice be worth it? Will she be able to find the truth of her elder brother's disappearance? Will Shi Yuhan continue tormenting her? What's his motive?

As a duchess with a body like glass, I lost my life in a severe seizure.No, rather, I thought I had lost it.“…I want you.”Then, I was reincarnated as a woman who looked just like me.However, isn’t this woman’s body too healthy?The joy of having a healthy body is brief, everyone says this to me this.Because this woman is my perfect husband’s mistress.I attended my own funeral in order to hear the truth.I saw a handsome man there, crying even more than my own husband, as if the world had suddenly collapsed.Who is that man, who I’ve never seen before?And actually, this woman……Is she my husband’s mistress?*Noticed*- The translation isn't accurate and the language used is considered informal or “messy”.- It's recommended to add this to your reading list to stay updated.- Readers are encouraged to support the original creators by purchasing the official version when it's available.- There are links provided to support the translator financially.- Readers are asked to enjoy the fan translation quietly and avoid causing any trouble or seeking attention.That's all, happy reading everyone!

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.