Facing an Ancient God for a Year - Chapter 937 - 935: Prism (Eight)

Indra (5) grew up in her family while being shunned and ostracized. When she regained the memories of her previous life, she decided to run away from home and thus trained herself to absurdity.

During her training, she encountered the young adventurer Sword, who looked just like a middle-aged guy. Worrying about the impertinent, eccentric, pointlessly strong young girl, Sword invited her to go on a journey with him.

Adam's life has been a huge disappointment.Growing up, he was a shy kid with no confidence; he had no ambition; he had no plans for the future.He didn't realize the time flowing by until one day he hit rock bottom.His wealth was taken away from him. He had nothing.Now he lives in a single-room apartment, he is making barely any money; he has no friends, no family, and no lover. He is all alone living a pathetic, miserable life.He is so pathetic that he died in his own apartment, slipping on a beer bottle.But fate has other plans for him. He didn't die but ended up back in the past with an upgraded body.Now, with another chance in life, he is determined to strive for greatness.____________________A/N - This is a smut-focused story. Expect a lot of sexual scenes.

He swore he would never take a risk - until she came along!

[Warning: R-18 content *NO rape and NO major misunderstanding!]

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“Miss Lana Huang… Expect a notice of harassment on your doorway soon…”

That was what Lana got for kissing a stranger to save herself from an unwanted arranged marriage.

“As far as I remember, you kissed me back fiercely and even dominated the entire kiss. You clearly had enjoyed your moment with me, so please don’t make it sound like I took undue advantage of you! And I told you, I’m ready to compensate you!”

“And how do you plan to do that, huh?” Liam stepped closer, trying to intimidate the proud woman who did not even bat an eyelid under his suffocating pressure.

Lana stepped backwards a few steps, raised her hand and growled, “Stop right there Attorney Sy if you don’t wanna taste the pain of getting kicked on your balls after getting kissed!”

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Meet Lana Huang, a proud woman who climbed the ladder of success in her career. A lawyer and a bold woman, exceptionally beautiful to make men dream and drool for her. Love was the last thing on her schedule because she was a man hater…

But fate wanted to play a trick on her as she unintentionally kissed Liam Sy, a wealthy, powerful and arrogant man. A lawyer by profession, fame and success followed wherever he went. A fierce attorney who won every case he put his hands on. Pride ran in his blood and love was not on his agenda because he was a woman hater...

What would happen when these two... handsome and beautiful, proud and stubborn, woman-hater and man-hater... come together and get involved into a marriage?

Welcome to a whirlwind of romance between these two - a roller coaster ride of love when it got mixed up with pride, jealousy, stubbornness and hate… Face slapping? Why not! 

Surely you would love to follow their journey where both took the risk of falling in love… A journey of hate turning into love...


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The General Who Hates Me (completed)
The Doctor Who Loves Me (completed)
The Law of Attraction (in writing)

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