Playing With Other Supernaturals - Chapter 942 Merciless

“The useless daughter of the Su Family, Su Ye, had gone crazy after being rejected by the Bo Corporation’s President!

On the first day, she touched her father’s head. “Nephew, I think this project I found is good. You can go auction for it tomorrow.”

The next day, she dug up the Su family’s ancestral grave with a shovel and muttered, “I remember that it was buried here?”

On the third day, she patted the shoulder of a certain clean freak CEO. “Little Bo, even if the marriage didn’t work out, we still have feelings for each other. I’ll give you a discount on this medicine, just give me six million.”

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Su Ye, the most ambitious woman in the business world who had died 40 years ago, had coincidentally been reborn into the body of his grandniece.

Thus...

In the department of inheritance notarization, a large inheritance that had been shelved for 40 years was claimed.

The museum was surprised to see that a mysterious person had donated an astronomical antique that disappeared 40 years ago for free.

Hacker Alliance. An account that no one had been able to identify who was behind it for more than 40 years suddenly came online.

Mysterious Sister became popular online. K.O. Stone Gambling Master, Reincarnated God of Medicine, Big Sister Carrier, Taekwondo Grandmaster…

Tens of thousands of people wanted to pamper her, and the Su family’s doorstep was frequented by the seventy to eighty-year-old childhood friends of hers who were big shots of various fields.

A certain ex-fiancé was filled with jealousy. “Make it hot. Don’t affect my fiancée’s college entrance examination.”

Zhen Xiang might be late, but he would never be absent.

Bo Yunli never looked at her in his eye before marriage.

After the divorce, Bo Yunli suddenly asked, “Which project do you like? I’ll bid for it and give it to you.”

“These are the gold shovels and keys to the Bo family’s cemetery. Dig whichever you like.”

“That’s true. The prescription is priceless and six million RMB is too little. How about exchanging it for the position of the Bo Corporation’s Young Madam?”

I am a princess, moreover, I am a fool of a princess.

Born in the imperial palace, my appearance is as average as that of the white radish and cabbages in the fields. Throughout the four seasons of the year, my face is always displaying a dull expression, eyes forever shrouded in haze.

But in reality, I know of the secrets within this palace.

Including hers, his, and theirs.

Just leisurely living my days comfortably in the palace like this, I firmly believe I can continue to play dumb to the end.

Taking your hand, dragging you away. Not leaving you say? Very well, close the doors and release the hounds. (Expressionless face)

In the age of giant ships and cannons, in the digital interstellar era, there is no martial arts, no mechs, pure interstellar warfare, and giant ships and cannons fighting against each other.

There are digital warships, frigates, destroyers, cruisers, battleships, dreadnought flagships, Titan super flags, and even mobile fortresses and mobile battle stars.

The passionate interstellar battle, the battle of civilizations, and the battle of thousands of titans super flag.

Countless alien civilizations compete for living space, and the result of the failure of the cruel civilization war is the end of civilization, and the survival of hundreds of millions of species is in your mind.

The flesh and blood are weak, and the machinery soars.

Design evolution, gene soaring.

The heart is better than things, and the spirit can soar.

Spiritual disasters, insect disasters, high-dimensional demons, and the agreement to revive.

Key words: leading the mainstream, data flow, interstellar war, farming, the fourth natural disaster, planetary warship, star fortress, four-dimensional fortress, negative star, etc.

Starting point is the only data-based interstellar war novel, there is no similar genre, don’t miss it when you pass by.

The author also has Wanding’s old book [Global Age of Gods] to enter by clicking on the author’s name.

- Description from novelbuddy

[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.