New Father: Empress Appearing On My Doorstep With Our Daughters - Chapter 828 - 828 The blackfiend dragon clan!

Jack Somnus was a mid-wealth professor of economics and a trading advisor for the powerful Johnson family. But after years of working for the Johnsons, he was abandoned without a word. He was laid off without as much as a severence package. Jack’s life got worse when he lost his wife. Depressed and alone, he got into an unfortunate accident. Instead of dying, he travels back in time to his teenage years. Now, Jack has a second chance to live the life he always wanted. He wants to be the one who controls, not the one being controlled. But his time travel hides a deeper secret, one that might throw him for a loop. [WARNING: CONTAINS EXPLICIT EROTIC SCENES]

The story follows an old Cultivator who transcended from the Earth to the realm of cultivation. After nearly a hundred year of farming, he found himself disheartened by his own talent and decided to return to his mortal clan to pass on his final legacy before his death. However, to his surprise, his true new beginning awaited him there.This is a tale of family growth—there is no structured system, and the protagonist nurtures his family because he needs them to cultivate his treasure. The novel is truly unique, and I promise you all an exciting journey. Enjoy, my friends!-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------Cultivation RealmsMortals:Body Tempering (Four Stages): Skin Tempering, Blood Tempering, Bone Tempering, Organ Tempering.Immortal Realms:Level 1-9 Each major realm is divided into: Early Stage, Mid Stage, Late Stage, and Peak.

Traveling to a parallel world, Gu Miao became a hard-working animation director.

When he emerged from “Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf” and successively produced many phenomenal and explosive animations such as “Bear Infested”, “Happy Baby”, “Super Beast Armed”, “Guobao Special Attack”, the industry suddenly set off a sensation. There is an upsurge of “traversing themes”.

Facing the reporter’s interview, Gu Miao waved her hands and said confidently: “No one knows time travel better than me!”

Thus, “Digimon” was born…

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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.