SPELLCRAFT: Reincarnation Of A Magic Scholar - Chapter 6

Tyler thought he had everything: good grades, a loving girlfriend, and a picture-perfect life. But everything shatters when an anonymous text warns him that his girlfriend, Alexis, is cheating. Dismissing it as a prank at first, Tyler’s world is turned upside down when he catches her in the arms of Logan Carter—the arrogant, untouchable captain of the football team.Heartbroken and humiliated, Tyler finds himself tangled in an unexpected game of cat and mouse with a mysterious texter. But things take a surprising turn when Tyler discovers that Logan was the mysterious texter all along. Fueled by anger, confusion, and a strange attraction he can’t explain, Tyler demands answers—only to receive an unexpected confession and a kiss that changes everything.

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The light is here because the darkness exists. Just like that, the human realm exists because the demon realm is here. And in the great palace of the Blade Empire, a crown touches the peak of its glory before it falls from its grace. Lush Von Blade was the royal crown prince of one of the greatest empires on the southern continent. He is loyal but betrayed.On the other hand, where even the Gods fear to set a foot on, a demon lord abides. His grace and cruelty have been unseen for centuries. He is the supremacy in the three realms. While Lush is the light, he is the darkness. Each exists because the other is here.

The night before we obtained our marriage certificate, I asked him, “When did you start to develop feelings for me?”

He answered, “I don’t remember.”

“But, why me?”

“Why not you?”

“I’m very petty, and I get jealous very easily.”

“So am I.”

“I’m afraid I’m not worthy of you.”

“So am I.”

“I haven’t really dated, so I don’t know what love is.”

“I don’t know either.”

He held my hand gently, “But I know this. When I think about spending the rest of my life with you, I feel that my future is filled with hope.”

At 16, we used the same class desk, with less than 10cm between our arms. My peripheral vision was full of him.

At 26, I woke up in the morning, and saw the sunlight softly shining on his face. I thought, this is how I want to grow old – gradually, together, with him.

I guess this must be love.