MTL - The Big Shot’s Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy - Chapter 42 ridiculed by the crowd

After dying from betrayal, Thomas reincarnates as Jolthar Kaelzhar, the neglected son of a powerful clan, just after his brothers kill him. With Jolthar's memories and the blessing of Qalena, Thomas vows to rise from his lowly position and claim power in his new life.

“How did it go?” Lily asked the next morning when Ava got to the living room.“Terribly.” Ava replied flatly, dropping into one of the sofas.Sarah entered almost immediately and sent Ava a teasing and wicked smile.“Really? That bad? Lucas is really great in matters of the bedroom. Did you do something wrong?”“Our little new concubine here is a virgin.” Sarah announced. Lily gasped and covered her mouth.“Oh God. That is not the kind of man you want to lose your virginity with,” Lily said.Sarah burst into laughter at Lily's comment.“It's not funny,” Ava scowled.“Actually it is. Better warm up to the idea because when Alpha Lucas Raventhorn wants to take you, he will in the roughest way possible.” Sarah advised.“You mean like last night? I thought he was going to rip you in half.” Ava rolled her eyes.“I like my men rough.”“Well, I don't.” Ava retorted.“If you are looking for flowers, love, and vanilla sex. You are a concubine to the wrong alpha.”“Ain't that the truth.” Ava murmured under her breath

On the battlefield, the Avengers fell into a bitter battle, and when Thanos was about to win, suddenly, there was a loud noise in the sky, and only a huge battleship that covered the sky appeared above everyone’s heads, and opened the door from the battleship. A man stepped out of the hatch.

“who are you!”

Thanos felt uneasy and shouted loudly.

“Who am I, you ask?”

The man looked down on the world.

“Listen well, I am the doctor of Rhodes Island, the admiral of the tutelary mansion, the master of Chaldea, the commander of Griffin, the onmyoji of Heianjing, the knight of Princess Link, the dress-up master of the Miracle Continent, Rainbow Squad operator, Battle Commander, Duelist of Dueling City, Demon Hunter who can cry, Demon Hunter who collects Gwent cards, Ashes of No Fire, Master Ashes of Fireproof Lady, Destroyer of Outer Gods. Sever Undead The man of the sky. Grabber of Skyrim, god of war who slaughtered the gods of Olympus and Asgard. Assassin who wants nothing but love, little policeman of Raccoon City, ruler and protector of the border. King of Erden, High Lord of Azeroth, Warrior of Arad, Summoner of Valoran, Defender of Crossfire, Mercenary of Kuhan…”

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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.