Wednesday: The Strongest Psychic - Chapter 220: The battle continues

Warning : MATURE CONTENT“Do you suppose there is anywhere in this world and beyond that you can run to, anything you would ever do...that would free me from this torture you've instilled inside me,” Alastair Hawthorne growled, eyes blazing like an erupted Volcano.He took her hand and placed it over his chest, over his strong and beating heart.“Listen, Little Siren,” He bellowed her name softly, and she trembled upon his call and upon his touch, “You'll bear the burden of what you've done to me. Do I make myself clear?!”She shook her head at him, whispering with the heaviest of hearts, “I'm sorry...,”Aaliyah Manchester grew up in a dreadful Orphanage, away from the burning eyes of the world. She is maltreated and made a slave, but all that changes when the mystery lurking in the night opens its arms to her.A mystery in form of a man...with the pair of strangest eyes she's ever seen.Now, Aaliyah is given only Fourteen days to cure the growing hatred of the owner of those eyes...Alastair Hawthorne, the enigmatic man who lives alone in an old mansion far away from town. A walking terror during the day...and a lost soul at night.As Aaliyah tries to navigate her way through the mysteries surrounding this beautiful devil while fighting to hide deeper secrets of her own, a World of Allure begins to unfold itself!If she had known the whole thing was planned to lead to her demise, would she still had gone through with everything?And it all started...with a wedding. A wedding deep in the Night.######################Hello Dear Readers,I wrote every chapter of this book with my fingers trembling at how everything was slowly unfolding, and it got even worse when the characters took over the book and made it even more compelling to write.Everything unfolds carefully...and the secrets this book holds could kick you off your horse so hold on to your reignsAnd of course, I created it to be a lot more interesting than my other book ' His Majesty's Bride ' , so how about you give it a try?NB: Book cover does not belong to me and I would take it down immediately if requested!Encourage this Novel by supporting it with Powerstones, Golden Tickets and Gifts!!

After chasing the novel “Fei Bai”, Tao Jingyi was wailed by the setting that the hero is the villain.
Until she transmigrated into Su Xiyan, the heroine’s tendon broken with sixteen swords in this book, she really cried.

In the original book setting:
In front of people, he is a gentleman who is dignified and gentle like jade, the “double master of piano and sword”;
Empress, he is a ruthless and frightening “ghost boy”;

Duan Feibai, who is both the hero and the villain, has always taken revenge and paid back a hundredfold,
So in the original book, Su Xiyan was made into a doll after being shaved 160 times by Duan Feibai!

Tao Jingyi: Forget it, I’d better escape for a while.
Hey, but why did the hero collapse after seeing her “dead”?
What the hell is the “beloved wife” on the tomb?
It must be that she is reading the novel in the wrong posture!

Tao Jingyi (beeping in a low voice): Hey, hero, your design is broken!
Duan Feibai (voice hoarse): There are more severe collapses, do you want to try?

What to read:
1. The heroine is soft and sweet (silly and sweet?)
2. There are big men in women’s clothing haunting
3. There are other travelers

Content tags: Enmity between the rivers and lakes, a match made in heaven, traveling through time and space, wearing books
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- Description from novelbuddy

I see dead people.But hey, it’s the zombie apocalypse, everyone is seeing dead people, including a blind girl. It’s not like I am that special.For a while, I thought I was going to be Cinderella, complete with the cruel stepfamily and the little mice for helpers. But instead of mice, I got demons from hell with a taste for chaos.Then again, there is nothing wrong with a little chaos in the middle of the apocalypse. It’s what makes life worth living.Unfortunately for others, they don’t quite see it that way. You see, I have a gift. One that isn’t exactly mine, but I can use it however I see fit.My gift is granting wishes.I'm a genie without a bottle, but it would be nice if people appreciated me more. All the humans ask for is the same thing… more food here, shelter there, kill these people, torture those. And I do it all, for a small price.I don’t ask for money or food, I can get that on my own. No, I want favors, souls, something that means everything for the other person. And they give it to me. Their momentary desire worth their long term happiness.But by the time they discover that, I’m long gone, already moved on to my next… client.I know I look young, starvation and abuse will do that to a girl. Humans tell me that I shouldn’t be wandering out there alone. Some try to help me… most don’t. But whoever said I was by myself? Just because others couldn’t see them didn’t mean my demons ever left. I still hear their voices in my head, whispering words of encouragement and love. For them, I’d do anything. Kill anyone. Destroy anything.After all, life is just a game, right? Those still alive at the end of the day were the lucky ones. Those who died were not. Everything is just a game of chance, all a human has to do is roll the dice.My only word of advice is to be careful what you wish for… you just might get it.My name is Hattie, welcome to my world.Would you like a cup of tea?

Weary reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, dim library.Regrettably, this book is unwell.Your fingers should be able to feel the raised growths on the surface of its cover,Words written in bygone days are like parasites rooted in the pages, hoping for someone to observe their wriggling,To feel, to decipher, to touch the essence of this ailing story.If you insist on borrowing this book, please make sure to regularly check your own physical condition.