My British Empire - Chapter 521: huge navy

When I opened my eyes I had become a princess!

But out of all characters in this romance novel, why is it the princess who has the fate of dying to her own blood-related dad, the emperor!

If I want to live, I must not be seen by that emperor dad.

“When did this kind of scumbag start living in my castle?”

The man who doesn’t have single drop of blood nor tear to drop, that cold emperor Claude! Will Atanasia who had been caught by the emperor be able to survive?

“I… What do I do…..?”

Behold the epic tale of Archer, a boy who had long yearned for the love of Alexa, the girl of his dreams. Just as he finally won her heart, tragedy struck, and he was torn from the familiar world of Earth and cast into a new and wondrous world.

Lost and alone in this strange land, Archer soon discovered that it was teeming with magic, adventure, and danger. With his mysterious and potent magical abilities, he set out on a quest to carve out a name for himself and make his mark on this world.

His journey was fraught with peril and uncertainty, but he remained steadfast and resolute, knowing that the rewards would be great if he persevered. As he roamed through the wilds and cities of this new world, he encountered many powerful and alluring women, each with her own unique talents and quests.

Some became his trusted allies, while others sought to thwart his ambitions and claim his life. But Archer was undaunted, and he learned many skills and mastered the mana of the world, facing off against fearsome beasts, treacherous foes, and cunning rulers.

Join Archer as he embarks on a legendary journey that will change the world.

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She, the second daughter of the Bluen consortium, a figure of envy among the rich second generation. No matter who she mentioned, they were all figures that others flocked towards. However, her boyfriend was getting married, but she was not the bride. She, who had always been so noble and lofty, was cruelly abandoned.He, the CEO of Valence Group, the intimidating young master of the Horne family and a prime example of the rich second generation. Little did people know, his bride ran away on the day he planned to register for marriage. He too, was cruelly abandoned.Laughably so, He was her soon-to-be brother-in-law.Seeing her angry and lonely future brother-in-law, she suddenly jeered, “We both have been abandoned. We would make a perfect pair.”He pursed his lips in silence.The next day, he took her to the Civil Affairs Office to go through the marriage registration process, having her replace her runaway sister as his bride.(Declaration of Ownership Chapter)“Julia, I now realize that I have always loved you. Do you know that I think of you all the time? I married her just so I could have a secure footing in the company.” Her ex-boyfriend, gripping her hand, whispered this soft confession of his misguided actions in the past.Before she could react, a strong hand appeared out of nowhere, fiercely grasping her ex-boyfriend's wrist. He cried out in pain, causing a stir among the guests at the wine party.He stood by her side, one arm draped across her shoulders, gently and passionately smiling while saying, “Wife, tell him, who am I to you?”Gazing at his handsome appearance, noble aura, and two bodyguards following him, her ex-boyfriend's face quickly drained of color, as if he had just realized something.(Cherishing Her Chapter)“Young master, the young mistress said something strange today.” The housekeeper, trailing behind him, was reporting her daily activities.“What did she say?”“The young mistress said she wonders if snow flying in June would be beautiful.” The housekeeper finished his report and carefully observed his reaction. After all, how could it be possible for there to be falling snow in the scorching heat of June?Once again, he pursed his lips in silence, then silently went upstairs.The next day.As soon as she stepped out of the main house, she was stunned. The sunrise filled the high sky while the expansive courtyard was covered in white snow. It was a vast expanse of white, as if it were midwinter, and countless snowflakes were dancing in the sky. The snowstorm was of extreme beauty.

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.