Pregnant Mothers In the End of the World: Stock Up on Space To Raise Babies - Chapter 511:

Born different than his kinds, he was shunned by his own tribe, regarded as an ill-omen that would bring a disaster to the tribe.Humiliated, shunned, and some even tried to kill him.Even the world outside didn't welcome him. The human out there wanted him dead because of his tribe's nature to plunder and kill.The beasts regarded him as a prey to fill their belly, and the other monster races regarded him as a pest they must get rid of.To survive in a place where he was rejected, he must carve his own place with his hand.Follow his journey in the world where everything was measured in levels and skills to find his place, a place where he belonged in this vast world.

A man with a lifelong martial arts background, raised in Asia due to his family's profession, moves to the US for education and work. He discovers Historical Medieval Battles through a colleague and becomes deeply passionate about it. He trains hard and becomes skilled enough to represent his country.During a competition, his armor fails, and he's struck in the head with a two-handed axe, seemingly dying. But is this truly the end?

In an Empire where the heir was determined by his lineage, a prophecy changed it all. It would not be the bloodline but she whose love will give the Empire its next head.But what if her heart was filled with revenge rather than love? Will she succeed in giving the Empire the ruler it deserves or will everything burn down to hell?____Get ready to experience the journey filled with conspiracy, revenge, betrayal, mystery, greed and love.Which side will you choose?____Instagram- irissky_author----Special thanks to my editor- Shir Li Chew

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.