Taming Beasts to Survive: I Can See the Prompts - Chapter 221 - Heading to Ore Island

Reborn Holy Soul Village, nicknamed Aman, the eighteenth generation of ancestors innate soul power zero, awakened third-level green hatchet, no soul ring, no soul skills, fights rely on flat cuts, if you feel uncomfortable, come and cut me.

Also known as “I was born a commoner, a rich family daughter fell in love with me” “This person clearly wastes martial arts…

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Avery Carter discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child.After living with them for so many years, she discovered she was separated from her twin sister, during a fire at the hospital where they were born. In the chaos, the twins were switched, and she was sent home with the wrong family.She was a fake heiress.When their real daughter returned, she was abandoned and she was sent away to her barren birthplace.After returning to her real family, many people expect her to fall from grace, but she surprises everyone by lifting her biological family out of poverty.Rising to the upper class, she befriends celebrities and engages in battles of wits and courage with bitches and jerks.Now the most important thing for her is to draw a clear line with this dangerous billionaire, Alexander Moran, a businessman who arrived in the City on a mission to secure a deal with V Group and find medical help for his sister. However, meeting Avery turns his attention to her. He is fascinated by her strength and the way she handles everything thrown her way. The more he interacts with her, the deeper his admiration grows.What starts as a business venture soon takes a personal turn. Alexander is not only impressed by Avery’s professional abilities but also her charm. As they get closer, he finds himself wanting more than just a business deal – he wants to win her heart too.

What would you do if you found yourself trapped in a world of a game?Would you panic?Rejoice?Just give up?This is a conundrum I found myself in after waking up in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room, with no clue of how I got there.Magic powers?I had none of those…A cheat-like system?Nowhere to be found.All I possessed was a single skill that seemed meager at best…[ Shadow Manipulation ]

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.