MTL - The Fine Food Broadcaster - Chapter 1717 Brother, say a philosophy of life to them

“Mommy!! Daddy’s new mate said she’s having a baby. Does that mean he won’t want us anymore?” little Colin cried, clinging to my legs.“Mommy! That rude lady said Daddy doesn’t love us.” my twin Amy whispered, her lips trembling.I looked up from my sobbing children at my Alpha King mate, who had come chasing after them once his so-called mate had hurt them.“She’s pregnant? You told me she was just a fling,” I choked.“You and the kids will never lack luxury or comfort,” he uttered, refusing to meet my gaze.So that was his excuse? That was his answer to cheating?“You’ve already lost me. Now you’ve lost your children too. We’ll live better without you, and one day you’ll regret losing us.”The moment I said it, his eyes finally met mine, they were wet too.“Alpha King Kash, I reject you!” I hissed...Iris thought she had the perfect mate until she caught her Alpha husband cheating. Heartbroken and pregnant, she ran away, hiding in the woods with her unborn pups.Years later, Iris returned to the werewolf world, not as a weak Luna, but as a mother and a woman determined to take her place. But her Alpha had already married his mistress. When he discovered that Iris had left with his children, rage and regret consumed him.Now torn between betrayal and love, Iris faced a choice: protect her babies and destroy the mate who broke her, or risk giving him a second chance.

A Deadly Secret, also translated as Requiem of Ling Sing and Secret of the Linked Cities, is a wuxia novel by Jin Yong (Louis Cha). It was first published in the magazine Southeast Asia Weekly (東南亞周刊) and the Hong Kong newspaper Ming Pao in 1963. Its original Chinese title was Su Xin Jian before Jin Yong changed it to Lian Cheng Jue. The story revolves around the adventures of the protagonist Di Yun, an ordinary young peasant, who is imprisoned after being framed. In his quest for vengeance, he accidentally acquires the Liancheng Swordplay manual (連城劍谱), an ancient artifact not only prized for the skills detailed inside, but also for containing a secret leading to a treasure.

[MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ ONLY. Contains explicit smut, omegaverse, knotting, and mpreg.]“Fuck, still so tight.”That's the first thing I hear after dying.Not a heavenly choir, not a wise guide explaining the mechanics of reincarnation, just a voice like dark honey and broken glass, breath scorching hot against my neck, and a body that absolutely isn't mine rolling its hips back like it has no objections whatsoever to what's happening to it.I have objections, so many objections.My body has apparently decided to hold a separate meeting without me.I was twenty-eight, overworked to the point of literal death, and had never so much as kissed anyone seriously. None of that seems to matter to the omega body I've just woken up in.. currently making desperate, broken sounds into expensive silk sheets, trembling around a knot that shouldn't feel this good, this full, this.. right, while my actual mind is still standing in the corner going what the fuck, WHAT THE FUCK???By the time I finally see his face, it's far too late for dignity. Gray eyes cold as a winter storm, features sharp enough to cut, the kind of beautiful that doesn't ask permission before it ruins you.It gets so much worse when I learn his name.Wuchen Bael, my sister's fiance, the man who looked me dead in the eye afterward and said, without blinking..“Round two?”And I haven't even gotten to the part where I find out I'm pregnant.

Getting transmigrated inside a novel is not really a bad thing—you know the story, you have the power of the future in your hand, you know all the hidden keys. You might as well end up as the most powerful and omniscient being in that world.That is, if you don’t wake up during the epilogue.And yet I find myself in the body of a fallen priest at the end of the novel, a tragic hero who had his mana circuit broken in the last war, being shunned, drown in debt, and destined to die not long after.Fortunately, I know just the cure.Unfortunately, the cure was in the hand of one of the Demon Lords—you know, the race that my kingdom just wage war with.Would he give me the cure if I asked him politely? There’s no harm in trying, right? I’d die if I didn’t get the cure, anyway.“Sure, but you have to be my bride as the price,” the Demon Lord said....huh? Sir, you know I’m (technically) a priest, right?