Beast-Tamer: Limitless Evolution - Chapter 209: Osho vs Jane V

When it comes to chasing a male god, who does it best? Please come to City C and find Miss Morris.When Ariel Morris was young, she chased after Jimmy Season, the top male idol at Scenic Hill High School, and secured her place as the number one on the female-chasing-male leaderboard, a record yet unbroken.Time passed, and eight years later, upon meeting her male god again, Ariel Morris once more embarked on her long journey of pursuit.After marriage, there was an interview by reporters with the sweet and loving couple.“May I ask, who chased whom?”Ariel Morris laughed charmingly, “Of course… I chased him!”The crowd was shocked!Young Master Seys lightly smiled, “Sometimes, chasing someone doesn't necessarily require hands-on effort, just a little brainwork. And clearly, my wife's IQ is lacking, and her emotional intelligence is zero.”Miss Morris: “……”So, in this emotional pursuit, who really chased whom? And who first had feelings?……—Many years later, does the person you love still love you?—It turns out, what is constantly on your mind will indeed have a response!Arlo Seys & Ariel Morris: Serenity Time, Seasonal.May the wind dye white frost, and may Seasonal never fade away Ariel!

“I can’t believe my eyes. The ice lord actually kissed a man. God, help me!”

In the last age of light, when the Dark Lord’s shadow grew long and deep, a single voice cried out through the veil of time.One child would be marked by the Dark—destined to stand as his equal.But prophecy never speaks in solitude.The Second Child was born not of fire, but of frost—A child of snow, carried by silence, forged in the cold ache of betrayal from another life.Once broken by a world that failed her,Now reborn into one that sings with ancient magic, she remembers everything—The scars, the silence, the hunger to be free.She carries not just a soul, but a secret lineage.Not Black, but White.The most ancient and feared house in wizarding Britain—rival to the House of Black.As the old war stirs again, the girl who walks with the snow must carve her own path,One not dictated by strangers , nor prophecy, nor fate.For she is not the chosen one.She is the one who chooses.Her name will never be spoken in prophecy’s limelight,But she will shape its every echo.When the wise fall,When the first light fades,When darkness hunts not just the chosen boy, but the truth itself .She will rise.Freed by will to a future she dares to dream,She will defy the prophecy’s chains,And forge a new legend.Her wand shall carve snow into fire,Her heart shall unmake silence,And her journey will lead not to glory,But to truth,To freedom,And to the light that returns after the storm.……………………………………….Author’s Note:Just a quick reminder before you begin—this fanfic is written entirely by me. I only use AI to help refine the grammar and polish the text. All the characters, plot, and story decisions are my own.I mention this at the start for those who may not prefer stories that use any form of AI assistance. I want to be upfront so you know what to expect.This fanfic is also firmly in the Yuri genre, focused on a female lead and her relationship with another girl—possibly two, but no more than that. Most likely, it will center around just one love interest.I hope you enjoy the story and the journey ahead!

【Substitute Marriage+Adorable Baby+Sweet Pampering+Both Leads Pure+Chasing Wife Drama+Anti-cliché+Face-slapping Revenge】A conspiracy, Ivy Kensington marries in place of another to the powerful Master Blackwood.During the day, she is his most disliked humble maid.At night, she becomes his bride, sharing intimacy every day.When the secret of the substitute marriage is revealed, Ivy Kensington takes her child and flees far away, only to be pursued relentlessly by the man: “Ivy Kensington, you can only be mine!”She pleads, struggles, yet cannot escape the cage the man has crafted for her.Four years later, Ivy Kensington returns with a stunning appearance and child, “Master Blackwood, long time no see.”The man becomes a doting husband, pampering her beyond measure: “Be good, call me hubby!”