Wizard Lord of Westeros - Chapter 73: City Planning

The servant looked at the grieving princess. “Your Highness, the Regent Prince sent your scholar fiancé to the Western Butcher’s daughter!” 

The princess gritted her teeth, speaking to her servant that it matters not as she has other suitors in line. Many days later, much to her dismay, the servant ran in a hurry. “Your Highness, the Regent Prince expressed his intention of becoming your suitor! All other men in line were sold to Gou Lan Red District!”

The princess was distressed. She said to her servant it matters not. She’ll soon be married to Prince Fuma. Then the uneventful came. The servant once more ran to her, almost tripping in the process. “Your Highness, Prince Fuma was imprisoned at home! Meanwhile, there’s a red sedan chair waiting at your residence for your marriage! It was led by the Regent Prince!

The princess was stunned. For a day such as this to come, it seemed impossible. This nothing but a sad story of a female boss crossing back in time to hold the thick thighs of the big boss. But while raising him, she was eaten in the process.

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Jun Meilin, once the country's most envied socialite was embarrassed on national television by her husband. When he came home after a five year expedition in space, he was holding the hand of her widowed friend and a child.When they got home, her served her with divorce papers because he wanted his mistress and son to have a proper identity. As if the humiliation was not enough he used the life saving favor she owed him to stop her from announcing the divorce and insisted she stay with him for two years while he stabilized his career and enjoyed life with his mistress and bastard son.She could not believe the tragedy that had befallen her life. When she was falling apart, she woke up in a hospital, with a system that said, “Pamper the green tea man Mo Jingze and return to the pinnacle of your beauty and life or die.”Mo Jingze was her brother-in-law, a man she would never got involved with normally. For one, he was five years younger than her and two he was her ex husband's half younger brother. But every time her ex husband wanted to use her for something, Mo Jingze appeared in front of her, he would bat his eyes and seductively call her name. Like a bewitched woman, she would forget the ex in a heartbeat and reach out to him.For the green tea man, she slapped her ex husband, slapped the mistress, took back the company and eventually returned home and reunited with her family.Soon, Mei-Mei, could not remember her ex husbands name, she was too busy pampering the green tea brother-in-law who demanded for kisses everyday.But the green tea was only a green tea around her. Around other people, he was as poisonous as a viper!This book is participating in WSA 2025, please support me in any way you can.Excerpt.Jun Meilin walked into the living room, the first thing she saw was her ex punching her new assistant Mo Jingze on the cheek. Mo Jingze raised his beautiful eyes and called for her weakly.“Mei-Mei, it hurts.”As if she was possessed, Mei-Mei ripped her ex husband away from Mo Jingzhe and touched his face. The handsome face had a red mark which made her blood boil. She whirled around and kicked her ex away, giving him twice the pain he had given Jingzhe.“Mo Liang, how dare you touch my Aze! You are courting death.”“He...”Mo Lian started a defense but Mo Jingzhe moaned at that exact moment as if he was in great pain.Mei-Mei immediately helped Jingzhe up, screaming for someone to call a doctor. She did not see him sticking his tongue out at Mo Liang and smirking.When they were alone, he leaned against her and said softly, “Mei-Mei, kiss it better.”

After someone took my life away from me, I felt something or someone pulling my entire being together with my memories away from me and placing them into somewhere where it was cold and hollow. And when I thought that my life came back to me...

I realized that my new life as one of the dead had already begun...

"Who am I?"

Which path will this soul choose? A path of Perseverance or a path of Ruination?

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P.S: This is my first novel that I write so there is bound to be mistakes...so go easy on me xD

Elia is a poor university student until the night she’s taken to the world of the Anima—ruled by humans whose ancient hearts pulse with the blood of animals. There she’s forced into a battle to the death. But when Elia survives, and refuses to kill her final opponent, the King must either kill Elia himself, or take her as his mate.

Reth, the brutal King of the Beasts with the blood of lions, shocks everyone when he chooses the weak, human Elia to become his Queen. He promises her every comfort of his wealth and position—but he is clear: She will not warm his bed. He chose her to defeat those that were trying to corner him into blending his Leonine line with the Wolves.

Elia needs the help of the Anima to become stronger and rule them well. But the vengeful Wolves see only a weak human that brought them shame. As Elia and Reth grow closer, the wolves are determined to destroy her. Will Reth and Elia admit their feelings for each in time to fight for the Kingdom—and their lives—against the villainous wolf-tribe? Or will the wolves kill Elia and steal the throne?

[Mature content - no sexual violence]

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He stalked towards her, chin low so the shadow cast by his hard jaw cut across the thick fur collar of his vest. His hair had fallen over his eyes in the scuffle, so he peered at her through it like a lion in the grass. With each step, his graceful, rolling gait reminded her of a predator stalking its prey. Despite the forest floor littered in twigs and leaves, he didn’t make a sound.

“Wh-who are you?” Elia stammered, backing away, her hands up. He met her step for step until she came up hard against the tree behind her—and didn’t stop until he loomed over her, so broad his shoulders and chest made a wall in front of her. She could feel the heat rising off his skin in the cool, night air.

“I am the Leonine King.” His voice was a dark, husky gravel. Behind him a chorus of wheezes, howls, and chirps of agreement rose from the people watching. “And you are?”

“Elia,” she breathed.

“Elia,” he growled, leaning in closer, bringing with him the scent of pine and rain and the musk of something distinctly male. “I am Reth.” He said the name with a strange, guttural roll in his throat. “I am King of Beasts. I am Clan Leader, and I am Alpha of WildWood.” Several snarls rose from the crowds behind him then, but he ignored them.

Elia swallowed as he leaned in until the scruff on his jaw rasped her cheek. “I am the King,” he said, “And you will be my mate.”

The forest behind him erupted.