Touch of Flame - Chapter 148 Frantic

Driven by his need for revenge, Lazarus, the Lore’s most ruthless vampire, plots to seize the throne of Wilyra and rule it along with his betrothed, the fae goddess Maeve who thrives in a borrowed body.

Lazarus has a perfect plan—until he finds Emmalyn, a young mortal who is the daughter of the rebel leader of blood vassals in his kingdom and an integral part of his plan. He captures the young girl to cast her soul out for Maeve.

Emmalyn yearns for a better life to escape from her stepmother and an indifferent father. She never imagined that they would sell her to the royals to save her brother’s life.

But there’s only one problem. Emmalyn tempts Lazarus beyond reason. As the time to cast her soul out draws closer, he must choose between his lust for the throne or his irresistible mortal.

Will Lazarus succumb to lust for power and crown? Or will he risk it all to have a future with her?

In her previous lifetime, they had married for five years. He meant everything to her, but she was thrown away like an old shoe.

Accidentally reborn as the son of the distant cousin of the Squib, the mother of Harry Potter’s friend Ron, and lived in this world as the second generation of Squib for eleven years.

He originally planned to be an accountant like his father in the future, but he didn’t expect fate to play a joke on him, and he didn’t know the slightest bit of magic, but he received the exact same envelope as his sister on his eleventh birthday.

Due to the expectations of his parents, he reluctantly accepted the reality, but inadvertently discovered another secret…

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The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor.
At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’‽”

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