The Strong, The Few, True Cultivators on Campus - Chapter 162: Waste You To Death

Lin Wan has passed through the book, and she has become the stepmother of the male protagonist at a young age. The cheap husband is a serious business boss, indifferent and decisive. The three stepsons have very different personalities, and one is more difficult to deal with than the other.

Later, Lin Wan was forced to participate in a parent-child variety show with her stepsons. Five groups of families, one group is more harmonious than one group, of course…except for Lin Wan.

After the variety show was broadcast, Lin Wan became the control group. Other families ordered their parents to cook. They were full of color, fragrance, and filial piety. Lin Wan and his three stepsons ignored each other, compressed biscuits and ham sausages, and the atmosphere was eerily silent.

In other family nights, the whole family counts the stars and watches the moon together. Isn’t it sweet? Lin Wan and his three stepsons tell each other horror stories viciously, scaring the audience in front of the screen!

Netizens watched while scolding, and later they found that the atmosphere of Lin Wan’s control group had changed! Why does the eldest son say he doesn’t like his stepmother with a proud face, but secretly buys a scarf for his stepmother! Why did the second son say he liked his father more, but voted for his stepmother for the person he liked the most! Why does the youngest son secretly stuff his favorite candy under his stepmother’s pillow in the middle of the night!

Netizens are confused, but this arrogant stepson and Xianyu stepmother are so good!

Mysterious boss vs salty fish fairy & male and female protagonists Shuangjie

- Description from novelbuddy

Weary reader, it is an honor for you to choose this book in this heavy, dark library room.

Somewhat sadly, the book is sick.

Your fingers should be able to feel the raised growths on the surface of the book cover,

The words written in the old days are like parasites rooted in the pages of the book, hoping that someone can observe their wriggling,

To feel, to analyze, to touch the story of the disease.

If you insist on borrowing this book, be sure to check your physical condition regularly.

- Description from novelbuddy

Elia is a poor university student until the night she’s taken to the world of the Anima—ruled by humans whose ancient hearts pulse with the blood of animals. There she’s forced into a battle to the death. But when Elia survives, and refuses to kill her final opponent, the King must either kill Elia himself, or take her as his mate.

Reth, the brutal King of the Beasts with the blood of lions, shocks everyone when he chooses the weak, human Elia to become his Queen. He promises her every comfort of his wealth and position—but he is clear: She will not warm his bed. He chose her to defeat those that were trying to corner him into blending his Leonine line with the Wolves.

Elia needs the help of the Anima to become stronger and rule them well. But the vengeful Wolves see only a weak human that brought them shame. As Elia and Reth grow closer, the wolves are determined to destroy her. Will Reth and Elia admit their feelings for each in time to fight for the Kingdom—and their lives—against the villainous wolf-tribe? Or will the wolves kill Elia and steal the throne?

[Mature content - no sexual violence]

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He stalked towards her, chin low so the shadow cast by his hard jaw cut across the thick fur collar of his vest. His hair had fallen over his eyes in the scuffle, so he peered at her through it like a lion in the grass. With each step, his graceful, rolling gait reminded her of a predator stalking its prey. Despite the forest floor littered in twigs and leaves, he didn’t make a sound.

“Wh-who are you?” Elia stammered, backing away, her hands up. He met her step for step until she came up hard against the tree behind her—and didn’t stop until he loomed over her, so broad his shoulders and chest made a wall in front of her. She could feel the heat rising off his skin in the cool, night air.

“I am the Leonine King.” His voice was a dark, husky gravel. Behind him a chorus of wheezes, howls, and chirps of agreement rose from the people watching. “And you are?”

“Elia,” she breathed.

“Elia,” he growled, leaning in closer, bringing with him the scent of pine and rain and the musk of something distinctly male. “I am Reth.” He said the name with a strange, guttural roll in his throat. “I am King of Beasts. I am Clan Leader, and I am Alpha of WildWood.” Several snarls rose from the crowds behind him then, but he ignored them.

Elia swallowed as he leaned in until the scruff on his jaw rasped her cheek. “I am the King,” he said, “And you will be my mate.”

The forest behind him erupted.

A maid who is beaten on behalf of a noble boy.

Some memories of her childhood were cruel, but Yuriel held no resentment towards the boy. Rather, she liked it–The hand that carefully applied medicine to her wounds was always warm.

“M-Master, stop, Raph, sa, save…ah, mm…!”
“That’s why.. I told you.. to wait.. till I returned.”

But the Raphlet that appeared in her dreams showed nothing but passion and lust.

Prophetic dreams.
The ability that was like a stigma drove Yuriel towards an unknown future.

All I want is to be next to you.