Duan Aojuan Novels & Stories

Let us talk rather of Gao Qiu. After he went into the service of Prince Duan he lived and dined in the palace and accompanied the prince every day, never taking so much as a step from his side. Before two months had elapsed, Emperor Zhe Zong died without leaving an heir. All the high civil and military officials conferred and made Prince Duan the emperor. He was known as Emperor Hui Zong and bore the title of High Priest of Jade Purity and Taoist Sovereign of Provident Truth.

After greetings, she said, "Mr. Qin, could you please introduce these treasures to my friends?" "The jade products of Daqin Jewelry are made from the best materials. They look exquisite, and what's more, they are more than decorations. Each of them has special use and everyone can pick the one suits him or herself the best." Qin Haodong said to a man standing next to Ouyang Shanshan and said, "You don't sleep well recently." This star was called Ma Jun, 30 years old. He was an out-and-out A-lister in Huaxia, and the dream of many girls and women.

Thump, thump, thump- The knock on the door interrupted Wang Zhan's inner spit. He walked over and opened the door, and the person outside said, "Mr. Du is back." Mr. Du, full name Du Hao, the owner of Yuan De Feng Shui Fate Company, was the same guy who sold Murong Cheng the phone chain last time. However, in their line of work, it was not popular to call them bosses, they all addressed Mr. Du, as if they were a bit more elegant than ordinary businessmen.

Chu Xun, with a strange look, asked, "You said the one who chose this set of clothes for me is a psycho, didn't you?" "Yes. He is not only a psycho, but the most insane. Will normal people wear this kind of clothes? Are you shooting?" Chu Xun’s expression was stranger and stranger. He patted Long Ao on the shoulder and said, "You are right. He is really a psycho. Do you want to know who he is?" "Who is he?" "His name is Emperor Ao. Maybe you know him!" Chu Xun looked at Long Ao with a joking expression. "Emperor Ao? The name is so..."

Right at this moment, only to hear a clear laughter ringing out from not far away, "I say you guys, what are you doing now if you don't go to your morning classes early in the morning?" "Senior Uncle." Mu Shao'ai hurriedly arched his hand to the visitor, and the new disciples around him also greeted, "Senior Uncle!" Just see that person long body jade, wearing a green long shirt, hair neatly bundled in the back, holding a landscape folding fan, looks dashing, it is the seven sons ranked the last of the Mo Xuanzi, that year also gifted Xiao Duan a yin and yang qiankun mirror, before mixing into the Refined Corpse Sect pretending to be Shen Qing's people are also precisely him, but also secret

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

Ding Hao could see that these four people were absolutely nasty pieces of work. Was there anything else behind this? Thinking of this, Ding Hao ignored four people. He had some idea in his heart. He smiled and said to the dwarf wax gourd, "Your Excellency is the legendary Tall and Handsome Guy Sai Pan'an (more handsome than Pan'an. Pan'an was one of the handsome men in ancient China), the first good-looking man, like a pear blossom being more beautiful than crabapple, Senior Brother Elegant Wang in the inner core, right? I am your younger brother Ding Hao. Sorry, I don't recognize you!"

Killarney, Ireland, 1840 Kian O'Braonain was the best friend anyone in the world could ever have. He could run as fast as lightening, climb like a cat, and hit a bird with a stone from twenty yards. While Aaron seldom had a chance to play with his friend now that he was older and had more responsibility, his Ma usually didn’t mind if he walked home with Kian after mass, and the boys would spend several hours running around the base of Torc Mountain, tossing stones in the lake, or running through the village scaring the chickens and the cows.