My Mother-in-Law and I Became the Internet's Hottest Power Couple - Chapter 74

(Mature content R-18+ Contains gore, no second woman drama or rape.)My love sees no end, no right or wrong. Because when I love I want you to be mine as much as I am yours - Angelina Bhardawaj~~~~~~“I told you I want to ruin you,” he cupped her jaws while pinning her to the wall.“And you have done enough. Now I am leaving,” she snapped back.“You didn't get my words, Princess,” he sneered coldly.“When I say I want to ruin you, I want to bind you to my bed and fill you till your scent becomes one with me and every fucking person in this world knows who you are... That you are fucking mine!” He slammed her into the wall, kissing her passionately.~~~~~~Elliana Heart, the illegitimate daughter of the King of Heart Moon City with the hunter bloodline only wants one thing in her life; to know and meet her biological mom.Innocent and beautiful, Elliana is often a victim of her stepmother's and stepsister's plots. Sebastian Marino, the infamous masked Vampire Prince, has suffered nothing but hatred from everyone around him.Everyone fears him since he has a power not to be reckoned with.After serving in prison for one year on behalf of her stepsister, Elliana is surprised to get bailed. However, her happiness is cut short when she finds out she is to marry the vampire Prince in her stepsister's place.Elliana knows nothing about the vampires, and Sebastian hates everything that comes with those evil humans. What would she do when she gets married to the named monster of the dark world who takes and hunts without mercy?“Are you not curious about what I look like?” He grabbed her chin painfully.“Reveal your face to me when you trust me,” she smiled softly.'That's never going to happen,' Sebastian thought.To him, she was nothing more than a tool to get his revenge on the humans.To her, he was more than everything she laid her eyes on, even more than the truth of her existence.There is a power even bigger and more powerful than anything and that power is called fate.Will they be able to fight their fates to stay together or succumb to it and lose it all?The story of the deadliest witch disguised as a human and the most dangerous prodigy prince who survives on vampire blood.Disclaimer- The book is built around magical world and pure fantasy. The romance will make you feel butterflies in the stomach while some scenes might have you question sanity around love.The first 50 chapters will build the world around the book. I promise, if you stay, you are going to love the book, until this isn't your genre.~~~~~~Follow me on my social media.

After thousands of years of silence, the world of cultivation once again welcomed the golden age.

He was a simple man in his past life – a masseuse, not a hero. His hands were trained to heal pain, not cause it. But when fate dragged him into another world, those same hands became the only thing keeping him alive.Unlike the chosen ones who gain holy blessings or unrivaled power, he has nothing but skill, wit, and stubbornness. He doesn’t seek glory, nor does he dream of leaving his name in history.But the world has other plans.A kingdom built on lies. Families fighting for power in the shadows. Betrayals hidden behind smiles. And he? He’s caught in the middle, forced to navigate schemes that could devour him whole.He isn’t the strongest. He isn’t the bravest. But sometimes, the man who doesn’t want the spotlight… is the one who survives it.________I get this alot so I'm going to clarify:This is not a smut novel, there will be romantic scenes but not as pronounced.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”