Demonic Skeleton God - Chapter 47: City

Maeve Lane, at the age of 18, was the white moonlight in the hearts of all the children from affluent families at the affiliated school.She was proud, flamboyant, and often carried an air of casual indifference.Like an extremely lazy wild rose.During university, Maeve Lane pinned a man against the wall, half-raising her eyes and casually said—“Be my boyfriend, ten grand a month.”Julian Fairchild’s gaze was deep as the sea, “Is this how you treat all good-looking men?”After a change in the Lane Family.Maeve Lane was forced to give up her studies and enter the entertainment industry.Only then did Maeve Lane come to know—The man she once threatened and coercedWas now an emperor of the silver screen in the industryAnd turned out to be the second young master of Aurelia’s top elite family, the Fairchild Family.Countless elites coveted this defeated wild rose.Even the always noble and cold-hearted Master Fairchild drank through the night for her.Finally, one day—He pinned her in the corner, eyes rimmed in red, “Maeve Lane, how dare you abandon me?”【Defeated Proud Wild Rose × Obsessive Devoted Young Master】【Fake Player × Genuine Innocent】【Seemingly Interested in Others but Secretly in Love with Each Other】Broken Mirror Reforged + Entertainment Industry + Marriage Before Love

Wang Bin unexpectedly gained the ability to travel between the post-apocalyptic world and the real world. In the apocalypse, he organized a powerful team and continuously transported gold back to the real world.Using the gold from the apocalypse, Wang Bin built a commercial empire in the real world, eventually becoming the wealthiest person on Earth. His every word and action could influence the rise and fall of entire nations.At the same time, his development in the apocalypse was equally impressive.Through countless brutal battles, he ultimately established the largest and safest settlement in the dying apocalyptic world, making an extraordinary contribution to the survival of humanity.

Six years ago, Princess Lyanna Graves publicly rejected the vampire king at their wedding altar calling him a soulless monster unworthy of love, and walked away, leaving Azrael Thornfield humiliated in front of his entire court.Now, six years later, her kingdom has fallen. Her family is dead and the only person who is offering her shelter is the vampire king she once refused.But Azrael is not doing this out for mercy.“I’ll grant you safety, and in return I want everything that belongs to you, including your body, and your pride. I’ll break you into pieces until you forget what it was like to reject a king.”Lyanna is left with only two choices: accept his cruel proposal or die.She chooses survival.Their revenge marriage is filled with games of dominance and possession which slowly transforms into something far more dangerous.Azrael who married her for revenge is suddenly terrified of losing her, and Lyanna who married him to survive realizes she’s falling for the monster she once created.for updates, you can join my discord server: https://discord.gg/yjX92fDdw

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.