MTL - My Whole Family Is a Little Strange - Chapter 80 ·

As a member of the popular combination, the famous traffic in the entertainment circle, Xiaosu Luosu, girlfriend powder, sister powder, and pro-mother powder all over the entertainment circle, is the only one who has a delicate body and has no acting skills in the north and south of the river.

However, who can think of it from the best idol to the unpopular star that nobody cares about overnight.

However, Luo Su, who was born again, found that Ji Yunshen, a film singer who studied the acting skills, was known as the ‘old play bone’, had a soft spot for him.

The prestigious director’s character is so strange and odd, but he is addicted to him.

The fervent little boy who is very popular is hot on his search.

The paparazzi who mastered the direction of the entertainment circle became his ‘dog leg’.

However, all this is no match –

The film emperor actually became his value powder.

Luo Su: This is impossible, the cold movie king can not be so superficial!

Shadow Emperor: I am actually a face value party.

- Description from Novelupdates

In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution.It’s also the dividing line between reality and illusion.Steel and flesh, past and future.In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach.The darkness is slowly creeping in.But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can’t just counter darkness with softness.Gotta use fire.

Standing before you is—An outstanding instructor at Kanaz Pokémon Academy,The Devon Corporation’s psychologist,Team Rocket’s chief advisor,The true Pope of Team Plasma,Steven Stone’s life mentor,Lance’s close friend,Cynthia’s confidant,Mewtwo’s attending physician,And a Pokémon Professor—Johan!-------------Johan, a passionate Pokémon fan, unexpectedly transmigrates into the Pokémon world and takes on the role of a Pokémon psychology instructor.-------------

[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.