Comrade: Almost a Cat-astrophic Love Story - Chapter 90: Why Was Fu Sichen Keeping This!

A certain Xiao wang* embraced her who was in men’s clothing, rolled over onto the ground, not neglecting to kiss her with burning kisses.

She who was going to war on behalf of her brother yelled out, “Wangye*, I am a man! A man! Do you see clearly?”

Wangye acted as if nothing happened, accurately captured two fragrant, soft and sweet lips, one kiss after another: “This wang am recently sexually inclined towards males!” A certain female’s tiny waist was being crushed as she tearfully pled, “Wangye, please spread the rain and dew!”

A certain Xiao wang: “There are many potential lovers to choose from, but this wang only wants one.”

She, Linghu Shui Yue, a military doctor from the modern era, has reincarnated into a stupid sixteen year old girl?

She stupid? Then she’ll stupidly hit Qi* wang! Fortune favors fools! How about changing a husband to play with? What is Qi wang? She heard that You* wang was the world’s most beautiful man! Sleep, of course one must sleep the world’s number one beautiful man! Marry, of course she must marry the man all the women in the world want to marry!

But, isn’t this man too black-bellied? There was no need for her to even think about it for the man voluntarily presented himself at her door and used all sorts of wiles and methods to marry her as consort! There’s a conspiracy! Then come! And see how she sees through the subterfuge and completely demolishes it.

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Hogwarts is a strange place. The demon king who failed plastic surgery was eliminated from the job search. The white-haired old man wearing two layers of wool socks is still too cold in summer. The potion professor who never washes his hair is afraid of going bald, and the key keeper loves to play dragons!

William wanted to spend seven ordinary years, until that night, the door handle of the college lounge was stolen…

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Marked by the cursed Darksign, Naruto Uzumaki finds himself tethered to two worlds: the unforgiving lands of Dark Souls and the shinobi realm of ninja. How will a world of Dark souls face a Chosen Undead with chakra? And how will the shinobi world confront a warrior reborn in the Lands of Lordran?

They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.