The crimson princess - Chapter 149: Mariage contract

Kein Rosenguard, a reincarnated girl who suddenly became the crown princess's personal knight!

She fulfills her duties at the side of her highness, Princess Rosarie von Goldheart. A rebellious princess who would rather live her life as dressing as a commoner than attending fancy balls in the castle.

Kein decided she would spend her whole life protecting her Royal Highness but will she succeed in her mission and set aside her growing feelings for her?

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Apocalypse had descended!Strange creatures sprung out from the earth bringing calamity upon the world, the earth was twisted beyond measure and even the moon was engulfed by the chaos.But it was only for a time, up until all waves of beasts would be cleared and the torment would lift, pending it's re-descent—in a never ending loop.A judgment from the gods.Their sins?No one had a clue.Their path to forgiveness?Even more unclear.Their only salvation was the Curse Bearers, people who could bend the wind to their will, move objects with as little as a thought and call mythical beasts to their aid.Ark was one of them, albeit with a little quirk.He was cursed to die, his curse set to consume his soul.But it was going to take far more than that to kill one born with the Heritage of a god!—————————————>R18 is for gore and Dark themes.Note: This is not your typical Apocalypse novel, the apocalypse is a well represented theme among many others.Just give it a read, I’m sure you’ll like it… or so they all say ;)Additional Tags:Two Worlds, Unusual system

After transmigrating to the Blue Moon continent, Qingyi served his master for twelve years, proving himself to be a pure and chaste young man until he finally received the Corruption Dragon God, promising to keep it safe from nefarious hands.But well... he couldn't have suffered all that for nothing, could he? Now that it was finally over, he would use this bloodline to its fullest extent. There wouldn't be a single wife of any arrogant young master who wouldn't know his touch!His journey on the continent of the blue moon will only be the beginning, immortals and celestials would all tremble under his power!What will you find in this novel?- Big woman(Just like in the cape)- Smut- Lust system- Large Harem- Smart MC- Some level of mind control.- An almost endless cultivation path- There will be no Netorare, but there will be Netori (MC stealing wives).What will you not find in this novel?- NTR(Netorare)- Brain dead mc- Dense mc- Yaoi/Yuri

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.