God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 653: Show Me Your Submission

Forty years ago, demons invaded the eastern continent. Coming from another realm, they hunted the humans, and people soon began to wage war with them. Before long, there were those among the humans who inherited the demons' abilities.Demon hunters are currently the most in-demand profession. Although the chance of dying during a raid was high, the hunters were mostly popular among the common people. If you have some demon blood in your body, then the path to the Hunter's Association is open to you.Year 2066, Seoul. The territory of the former city is divided into three parts. Green Zone, Orange Zone and Red Dangerous Zone. Although mostly ordinary people and workers lived in the green zone, there was a chance for demons to get into it. That's why demon hunters patrol the whole area, sacrificing themselves for the lives of people.The main character, Lee Ki-hyun, inherited 50% demon blood and became the world's first SSS-ranked demon hunter. He will have to go through the path of a demon and learn the truth about his parents to save humanity.

Wen Su wore a dog-blooded lily article and became the wife of the heroine Bai Yueguang who was about to divorce.

As the heroine of Bai Yueguang, Chu Jingshu has a beautiful face, is mature, stable, noble and elegant, and manages a listed company, a real national goddess.

And Wen Su, a arrogant and arrogant vase star who is black all over the Internet.

Seeing the charming Chu Jingshu with thin waist and long legs, Wen Su touched her little heart and swore, “I will definitely hold on to myself, and I will never disturb the heroine to pursue her!”

Then she broke her word.

Chu Jingshu: Are you still divorced?
Wen Su: Don’t leave, don’t leave, the heroine, go away, don’t touch my wife!

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- Description from novelbuddy

Luo Qi learned that her fiancé was cheating emotionally before receiving their marriage certificate, so she broke up with him decisively and called off the wedding.

Her now ex-fiancé was a rising star in the capital venture circle. In the eyes of her relatives, it’s impossible for her to find another man with better conditions than her ex-fiancé at her age. Even her fiancé felt the same way.

That night, Jiang Shenghe, the big boss of the Yuanwei group, suddenly asked her, “Luo Qi, do you want to try with me?”

Luo Qi looked at Jiang Shenghe in astonishment, tongue-tied.

The third son of the Jiang family stood at the top of the elite circle. She was completely different from him, and his so-called trying was nothing more than a whim to play tricks with her. She can’t afford it.

Luo Qi was thinking of finding a reason to reject him. Jiang Shenghe looked at her, and said again: “It’s not a whim, I’ve had you in my thoughts for seven years.”

This year was the seventh year she has been in his heart.

Luo Qi didn’t expect that when she was twenty-nine years old, she went crazy once, hiding the truth from everyone, and obtained a flash marriage certificate with her boss. He said: “The person you want to marry may not be me, but the person I want to marry has always been you .

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[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.