I Became An Evolving Space Monster Chapter 18

After Letitia was sold to the Duke of Kerstone, the least she expected was the Duke telling her they were to get married. To say she was bewildered was an understatement. *** "Married?" She echoed his voice in the carriage and the man simply nodded his green emeralds twinkling in delight. Why he seemed happy, she had no absolute idea. He was getting married to her! An uncouth, rude woman! He knew nothing about her! Why in hell does he seem happy?! *** She had planned to marry the man that she loved and he loved her in return and not just jump into the marriage with a man, even though handsome and warm, she didn't know a thing about, though it was the custom and norms of the society very well known to her as well. But what choice did she have? She was sold. He had bought her. She belonged to him now. All of her. Her body and her soul. She had one thing to be thankful for though. Escaping the evil clutches of her Stepmother and her two daughters. Her situation was like jumping from fire into hot oil. Except the hot oil wasn't all that very much bad. Will she agree to marry him or just go along with her plan of running away? But, everyone has a dark side... A dark part they so badly want to bury, a secret they want to keep... Even if it's impossible. But when that secret is threatened after thrown into a life of dramas and setups? Will that secret remain a secret to the end? That dark side, would it still be buried until the end? Letitia really hoped it did. Find out in *THE DUKE'S BRIDE IS A MONSTER!* COVER DOESN'T BELONG TO ME. CREDITS TO OWNER.

The Demon King who unified the entire Old Empire died. The dead Demon King left a rich legacy to his four sons: 　　Territory, Power, Status, Wealth, Strength ...... 　　and a weak human queen who was of little use except for her beauty. 　　According to the tradition of the Old Realm, those legacies not chosen for succession are destroyed and buried with the Demon King. 　　The heroine who still thinks she's in love with an ordinary man: "......" 　　Heroine: "Don't be in a hurry, let me think about what I should do to survive". 　　The heroine is not legally married to the demon king. 　　It's a sweet (?) story about a pretty human tough-guy who seduces innocent demons.

‎"An entire life can collapse because of one unverified assumption." ‎ ‎"It might sound ridiculous but that's the heartbeat of my story." ‎ ‎ ‎"Not greed, not betrayal. But a momentary decision based on an assumption." ‎ ‎ ‎********* ‎ ‎When Emilia Moretti learnt she was dying due to cancer, she was devastated. It became a calamity when she caught her husband of five years cheating, she decided she had enough of this loveless marriage. ‎ ‎She didn't confront him, she didn't complain, she walked away from it all, broken in both body and mind. ‎ ‎ ‎With her clock ticking, she decides to take fate by the horns. However, she soon discovers that what she believed might have been based on a fallacy both she and her ex-husband might have ended up being victims of. ‎ ‎The real tragedy wasn't that she was wrong, it was that she never checked.

I woke up as the Villainess, but instead of a halo, I got a Scythe. However, my power has attracted the world's most dangerous monsters: A possessive Werewolf, a bloodthirsty Vampire, a Tentacle-wielding Professor, and a Biblically Accurate Angel with a thousand eyes. They think I'm their prey to be tamed, but they forgot one thing: I am Death itself.

They killed me for an inheritance. The Moon Goddess gave me a second chance—and a dangerous mate. Lyra Stone died at the hands of the man she loved, murdered for the fortune her grandfather William left her. Jaxon—her foster brother, her husband, her executioner—stabbed her while his manipulative sister Aurelia laughed. The pregnancy that might have saved her died with her that night, along with every desperate hope she'd clung to. But when Lyra opens her eyes, she's back in her childhood bedroom on the day her nightmare began—the day the Stone family found their "real daughter" and Lyra became disposable. This time, she refuses to be their victim. Armed with the knowledge of their betrayal, Lyra makes a reckless choice: one night of freedom, one stranger in a club, one scorching encounter that awakens something she never knew existed. What she doesn't expect is to discover her one-night stand is Asher Greyson—the faceless Alpha whose identity no one knows, cursed to feel nothing until he finds his fated mate. And she's his. Asher needs a Luna within three months or lose his throne. Lyra needs protection from a family determined to destroy her. Their mating bond is convenient, combustible, and completely forbidden by the very people trying to steal everything William left her. But Lyra isn't the weak, love-starved girl who died begging for scraps anymore. She's their Luna now. And she's coming for everything they took—her inheritance, her dignity, her revenge. Let Aurelia play her games. Let Eleanor and Thomas choose their real daughter. Let Jaxon realize too late what he destroyed.

A car accident left my mother-in-law bleeding and desperate for help, but her plea was heartlessly rejected by her own daughter. Even on her deathbed, my mother-in-law's only wish was to see her one last time. However, she was busy staying by her first love's side, euthanizing his dog. "You better stay as far away from me as possible! My mom's perfectly fine!" she shouted before hanging up on me, only to spend the night tangled with her first love in a hotel room. It was not until after the cremation ceremony that she returned—carrying a birthday cake. What greeted her was not a celebration but her mother's funeral. She cried, sobbing uncontrollably, "Mom! You haven't even celebrated my birthday yet! Don't leave me!" I stared at her and pulled the divorce papers from my bag. How fitting. This time, I was leaving too.

It all starts with a huge mistake, but I never expected to fall for a CEO. Falling in love after a one-night stand is more common than we think.

"Should I help you take off your pants, Mr. Nicolas?" offered Dianne innocently, she meant it because she was worried that her boss would find it difficult. "Are you crazy? I can do it myself!" Nicolas exclaimed in an embarrassed tone. Dianne scowled in a bad mood. "I'm just offering, there's no need to be upset." "I know, even though you might have seen me naked because we had sex before, but still I don't remember anything about you," Nicolas said with a face that was now as red as a tomato. Dianne did not comment, she immediately closed the toilet door and waited behind it while grumbling. "Had sex with him? Ridiculous!" ----------------------------- This is Dianne Rosallee's 100th day working as an apprentice secretary at the Buenos Solar Company, but the girl is very fed up with her boss, Nicolas Gauthier. Nicolas Gauthier is a symbol of ruthlessness and arrogance. The main director of the Buenos Solar Company hates even the slightest mistake made by his employees. He is typically a perfectionist, which makes his employees difficult and emotional stress. Dianne Rosallee is no exception. Dianne Rosallee is a symbol of hatred and determination. Her revenge to Nicolas led Dianne to another complicated and crazy problem. There is a dangerous enemy that is lurking and threatening their lives. The term 'Love Blossoms in the Middle of War' seems to apply to Nicolas and Dianne. But, why is a bitter secret revealed when the both of them have shared feelings for each other?

Two lost souls, Both s#x addicts, and they were bound together by a contract... to satisfy each other's s#xual urge. They weren't supposed to meet, what happens now that they've met, and are bounded by a contract?

To make up for past regrets with his first love, my husband, Pierce Ronan, lied that he could see everyone’s lifespan. He told me I had sixty years left, but his first love, Jessica Stone, had only seven days to live. So, for those seven days, he said he had to fulfill the promises of their youth. He brought her home, cared for her, and when they went back to their old college campus to relive their love, I didn’t protest. When he confessed his love to her and planned the wedding of the century, asking me to be the bridesmaid, I didn’t raise my voice. It wasn’t until he wanted to break the final taboo — in our marital bedroom — that he looked at me with guilt in his eyes and begged me to move out. The housemaids watched, snickering behind their hands, but I only smiled and nodded in agreement. I packed my bags, carried our child, and moved into the guest room next door. Seeing how obedient I remained, Pierce was touched. “I promise, this will be the last time I wrong you. Once Jessica passes, I’ll make it up to you.” What he didn’t know was that I had already seen through his lies. What he also didn’t know was that the one truly dying of cancer, the one with only seven days left to live, was me. Three days remained. Then, I would be gone.