What Do You Mean There Are Other Transmigrators In My Harem Fantasy? - Chapter 74 Reconnecting With The ’Yuri’ Group

Yu Dong , a cultivator from the zombie apocalypse transmigrated over to another world after she died fighting a mob of zombies

- the moment she opened her eyes , someone told her that her wife was giving birth

- Yu Dong was stunned , she hurriedly reached to touch her chest , to check whether or not she was still a woman

- the two perky mounds told her she was

- instantly she looked at her bottom , she wanted to check whether or not she was a ‘ real woman ,’ but before she could

- she was hauled to where her wife was giving birth

- and what she saw made her want to pass out again -

Because her wife was a man ! And she didn’t have just one wife but three !

Yu Dong looked at the man who was groaning on the bed and nearly blacked out- whatever at least she didn’t have to chop zombies for living , right ?

Only a pure maiden can have a privilege to make contract with a spirit.

In Areishia Acadamy, maidens from noble family were gathered there, giving them an elite education to become a spirit contractor. A boy Kamito, by accident he peeped on a girl, Clair, who was taking a bath, and he even made a contract with spirit that she wanted.

Kamito was actually an irregular male spirit contractor, which should not exist.

【Hilarious and Adorable Novel】As a military doctor with expertise in both Chinese and Western medicine, Gu Changsheng felt that this time-traveling journey was ridiculously screwy!Once he traveled back, he was gifted a son, hmm, it felt quite nice.Having a son to rely on in old age, plus owning a steady estate, wealth and glory weren't hard to come by.A lousy father turns over a new leaf? Sorry, mom here isn't fond of revisiting the past!Son, what kind of dad do you want? From the multitude of handsome and wealthy young men out there, let’s pick and choose…This is the story of a bizarrely outstanding female doctor, strutting through ancient times with her child in tow!

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.