MTL - Ultimate Martial Divine King - Chapter 1704 The wind is rising, Mengfei

“I want to be someone who matters. And I want to know what it feels like to be in love.”Ezra sold his soul to the Storyteller for a chance to live in a world of magic. But Oberyn? - he was cast away from his home, shackled by a destiny he refuses to obey.But destiny isn’t the only force pulling their world apart. A surge of wild magic threatens to unravel everything, and neither can control it. If they want to survive, they’ll have to surrender to something even more dangerous: each other.At first, they’re reluctant allies. Then friends. Then… something neither of them is ready to name.Ezra is plucky, affectionate, and full of heart. Oberyn is proud, aloof, and single-minded in his goals. They couldn’t be more different - until Ezra’s Desire System reveals the one thing Oberyn wants more than anything else.In a world where magic bends to will, control is everything. But when fate ties them together, who will be the first to give in?Genres: Transmigration, System, Magic, Romance, (R-18), boyxboy (bxb)

Dreaming back in the middle of the night, Wen Mingtang saw the ending of the beauty who pampered the golden house;

After waking up from the dream, Wen Mingtang changed his core and decided to take a down-to-earth path…

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At the end of last year, the evaluation forms for personnel changes in various ministries in the capital came out, and the public chef of Dali Temple topped the list with a record of changing 12 cooks in half a year.

Since then, the public chef of Dali Temple has become famous in the first battle, and has become a nightmare for cooks all over the capital.

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On this day, a new chef came to the public kitchen of Dali Temple who had been vacant for more than half a month…

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The ‘heartwarming’ daily life of Miss Witch in the Cyber Galactic Era, and occasional epic adventures.She is a timid girl who grew up in a cyber city. She is the weeping child who trudged through the mud. She is a legendary star admired by all, detached from the mundane. She is the Pitch-Black Songstress who brings sorrow and tears to the world. She is the ruthless witch who cannot speak of false hopes. She is the blood-stained angel singing the song of the end.Please enjoy the latest work from the clumsy author, Blue Sky Melody, “The Witch of Eternal Night”This book is also known as:“Miss Witch’s Part-time Job Diary”“As a Color-Grade Songstress, I Must Hide My Identity”“Is It Okay If I Only Know How to Pilot a Gundam?”“The Dark Queen Behind the Federation’s Curtain”“If That Final Song Is to Be Sung, Let It Be Me”“We Shall Eventually Unite as One”T/N: Taking places in the same universe as author’s previous work, “She is not a Witch”, with brand new array of casts. It is a sequel that can be read without reading the prequel. At most you can find subtle reference that comes from previous work as historical tidbits~

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.