How to Have a Baby Secretly - Chapter 70

Xiao Chen, “the waste” of Xiao clan, had his engagement to the Young Lady of the Yang clan renounced.

And when he arrived at the sect that sympathized with him and took him in, he found corpses strewn all over the place and a mist of blood in the air. The sect was exterminated by a mysterious group that was looking for the ‘Wind Spirit Jade’.

He himself was left behind only half-dead for ‘wastes do not deserve to die by their hand’. Humiliated once more and on the verge of death, in the surroundings strangeness happened. A whirlpool sucked up the blood mist and diverted it into Xiao Chen’s forehead, transforming and enhancing his body.

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In the shadow of Silver Peak Mountain, the Winter Moon Festival approaches - a party where wolves find their true mates. For 18-year-old Lily Carter, being an omega means living on the edges of pack life, watching others find love while she expects to be paired with another forgotten omega. All her life, she's watched Luna, the Beta's daughter, receive admiration from everyone - especially from the Alpha's triplet boys who will one day lead the pack.But on the night of Lily's 18th birthday, which falls during the festival, her world shatters when her fated mate mark shows - linking her to one of the three powerful brothers. Now Lily must manage jealousy, dangerous pack politics, and her own insecurities as she tries to discover which brother is truly meant for her. As threats emerge from within and outside the pack, Lily discovers hidden strengths that show she's far more than “just an omega.” With three potential mates - the charming diplomat, the fierce warrior, and the thoughtful scholar - Lily's destiny is far greater than anyone could have dreamed.

Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.