The Apple of the Ruthless CEO’s Eye: My Sweet Wife Is so Adorable - Chapter 17: A Drunken Mistake

Kael was once a being so powerful even the gods feared him—until he was thrown into The Null, a realm of endless torment and eventually cast into inexistence. But he returns, reincarnated as a powerless beggar in a broken world ruled by monsters and corruption.With memory of godly blood on his hands, he is determined to reclaim his strength, survive the Nexus's deadly trials, and tear down the heavens themselves.But it's a matter of time before the gods and celestials know he’s returned. And this time, they will not make the same mistake twice.> ◇ Ravager (Rank E) Eliminated. 20 VRP Gained.> ◇ 0.00109% Memory Unlocked. Forgotten Technique: Blight Shield Relearned.> ◇ Ather'valis, The God-Killing Blade, has been acquired.

The 35th Test Platoon of Antimagic academy, they’re one of squads enrolled at academy specializing in raising the witch hunters, whose job is to find and neutralize any magical threats!

Unfortunately there’s a group of failures nicknamed “Small Fry Platoon”, a platoon formed from bunch of self-centered people who can’t cooperate and have personality problems.

Will they manage to overcome their weaknesses and shine as the strongest platoon?

The powerful have caused chaos for all that are lesser than them since the beginning of existence.This is the story about the truth that everyone knows but no one realizes.The story of a king who failed his duty, a dragon who lost what it held most dear, a beautiful girl who lost who she was and a fae that was once a queen.Cades Kirgun is an ehetrian child, one that longs to become an artificer.But his plans go awry as his whole world collapses and he needs to flee.How will he survive ?How will he overcome the challenges presented to him and overthrow those that have held the power for far too long ?This is the story of a king born from rags, a king that leads to people to fight for what they believe in, the crusader king.

[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.