Holding On to My Man - Chapter 34 (2)

They say marriage is one of the greatest joys you’ll experience in life, but what does it say about your marriage when you can’t remember a single moment with the man you married?Veronica experiences the strangest thing one day when she wakes up in a hospital room without any memory of how she got there. She is introduced to her family who appear warm and loving at first but she soon gets a glimpse of how they want to use her for her money.Veronica is then surprised when a man enters the room and it is revealed he is not only her husband but a big hotshot businessman whose face is all over the news. She doesn’t understand how she got herself tangled up with such a man and later questions the accident which led to her losing her memories.What happens when her once perfect marriage isn’t as it was portrayed to be or when she realises family doesn’t always care about you?

An Individual from Earth finds themselves in the Shinobi World, equipped with a Scientific System. From that moment, he delved into scientific research far ahead of its time.___This is a translation. All rights to the original content belong to their respective creators.Original Author: 王炸炸Original Title: 火影:我是大蛇丸Cover Pic: By Blueorca, let me know in the comments if you want me to take this down.___Support me on patreon for 60+ Advanced chapters: patreon.com/Blownleaves.

A comic book enthusiast gets hit with a truck and is reborn in an Alternate Marvel Comic/Movie/Series Verse with a cheat as Peter Parker!Currently in the 2nd Arc: Shattered Webs. Romance has been introduced. Won't be rushed/be sex based. For a change, we will have a female lead with ability to think.#noharem #nopatreon #nottranslationBtw, support this extremely awesome but humble author by sparing him some power stones!

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.