I Evolved Into a Super Tyrannosaurus Before Future Humans Arrived - Chapter 18

The new book has been opened “After Rebirth, Your Majesty, She Was Slightly Irritable”

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The dilapidated thatched hut is poor and destitute, plus the acrimonious and mischievous father who regards money as his life…

It’s really not an ordinary bad heart…

fortunately! The caring, gentle and virtuous little husband is not bad!

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Romance Carnival 1st Prize. BEWARE THE FURY OF A PATIENT WOMAN. Rosalind Lux died after learning of her husband and sister’s betrayal. And just as she thought she finally found peace, she woke up forty years before her death. With memories from her past life intact, Rosalind vowed revenge. Her plans quickly brought her into the arms of a Duke whose enticing gaze contained mysteries that threatened not just her plans but her heart and body. …. BEWARE THE LOVE OF A CURSED MAN. Punished by the Goddess for his greed, Lucas Benjamen Rothley had been guarding the North for as long as he could remember. For hundreds of years, no woman has ever stirred his heart. That was until the fearsome Rosalind Lux stumbled into his life. Soon, he realized Rosalind wasn’t quite the damsel that she liked everyone to believe. She is hiding a secret so dark it could either end his curse or throw his life amiss.

Somehow, I ended up possessing a character in an academy setting.“Our school has a strict no-alcohol policy for students.”“Huh?”I’m a Drunken Fighter who gets stronger the more intoxicated I am, but alcohol is banned.

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.