The Tale of the Void Emperor - Chapter 13: WTF...WTF...WTF...

Three-and-a-half-year-old little girl, also known as Ann, lived a life of scarcity and hardship in an orphanage, where even a single steamed bun could lead to beatings and scoldings from the headmaster.Just before Ann fainted from hunger, a mysterious and domineering daddy from a wealthy family descends from the heavens and took her home.President Qin sneered, “I will make them pay a thousandfold for the suffering my daughter endured.”With six doting and influential elder brothers:The Youngest Brother was responsible for beating people up.The Second Brother was responsible for saving lives.The Third Brother was responsible for fighting lawsuits.The Fourth Brother was responsible for capturing people.The Fifth Brother was responsible for providing financial support.And the Eldest Brother was responsible for salvation.With comprehensive and attentive service, are you afraid or not?The major prestigious families competed to stand up for the little prodigy: To bully Ann is to challenge the entire Qin family!Even the pet, a wise and future-seeing white goose, refused to be outdone: Protect Ann!Ann stood with hands on hips and said, “Stop arguing, line up properly, and listen to me.”The Qin family: Understood!

In the middle of a deserted island, a small boy wakes up with two sets of memories: one from his few years of life and the other from a man who lived to adulthood and achieved great things. When he least expected it, a powerful master appeared on the island and took him in as a disciple, revealing a shocking fact: magic exists in that world, and, thanks to it, humanity managed to conquer the galaxy.

She is a descendant of Shennong with unparalleled medical skills and possesses a unique treasure. He is a handsome warlord who mysteriously goes blind and is sly and cunning. Crossing into another world, she becomes a six-year-old little waste. Through defying the heavens with summons and forbidden magic, she rises up in one fell swoop, showing a dazzling brilliance, looking down upon the powerful.When arrogant meets cunning and genius clashes with monstrosity, at that moment, the world trembles in awe!

They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.