Her Cultivation Diary - Chapter 157 - . The Kings Carbs_1

Legend says, that there is a great demon, who is the human kind’s public enemy. He is the galaxy federations’ nightmare as he wanted to conquer the whole universe. On the first day, he completely took out the human fleet, plunging them into disorder. On the second day, he declared that he will wipe out the whole federation. On the third day, he declared——that the hero who shot him in their previous battle must marry him, or else, he will destroy everything.

The galaxy federation president and the council members had a long meeting after that. They decided to dispatch a soldier, Wu Xing Yun, and marries him off to the arrogant demon. Wu Xing Yun was once a hero who fought for the nebula, and henceforth, he was tasked—— for the sake human race and the universe’s peace, to eliminate mistresses, settle his matters with the mother-in-law, and fix the man’s crooked ways.

Wu Xing Yun was very perplexed when he asked his commanding officer: “Sir, why did it have to be this way?”

Commanding Officer: “Soldier, bear in mind, that this mission of yours, is for the sake of the universe and mankind’s happiness. You must hold on to your husband, and fight other mistresses! Do you have the confidence to accomplish this task?”

Wu Xing Yun, stood straight, saluted, and instinctively replied: “Sir, yes sir! I will accomplish this task!”

- Description from Novelupdates

Julietta, born as an illegitimate child of a nobility, is raised in an opera theatre to hide away from the eyes of the noble’s main wife.

Suddenly being thrown into the world of the novel and possessing a pretty much fucked up character made him have no choice but to continue his life as a new identity.

And just like any sane person that transmigrated into a book, of course, he would destroy every red flag that stood in his way.

Yet, unbeknownst to him, every single thing he did was just wrecking the storyline more and even more; to the point that the plot had become utterly screwed, thanks to him.

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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.