My Wife Is A Transmigrated Master Cultivator Novels & Stories

Harmon goes flying off into the darkness; I listen to her scrambling to her bare feet and running from the room. “Sorry about her; you know what they say about good help, right?” He laughs as she brushes imaginary lint off his suit jacket; his eyes scan my damaged body but his facial features give away nothing. “Anyway, we’ve got more where she came from. Literally, more of her. She’s part of group A and we can breed more of her at the snap of a finger.” As if to prove his point, the Master snaps his finger and thumb together; the sound of someone running across the concrete floor fills the cavernous room. I don’t say anything as I watch a younger male with dark hair hand a clipboard to the

Pretty taunted. Strong-Arm smiled sorely because Pretty doesn't know the power of martial artists. “You don't have to worry, rest assured, we'll complete the mission tomorrow” Strong-Arm promised. Pretty replied with hostility “they better do, anything but success, won't be accepted” she retorted and stormed away. Strong-Arm followed her out, he returned inside, reaching the conference room's door, he heard voices. “I heard she is married into the famous Agora's family, they have great cultivators, I heard the Sect Master of the Agora sect, is a Divine realm master,” a cheerful voice said from inside the conference hall.

I gave him an approving smile. He was visibly encouraged. I finally had James under my control. Time flew. The day I needed to make a decision quickly approached. For the first time since dropping me there, the transmigration system finally spoke. “Host, are you ready to leave?” I hesitated. “What if I don’t want to leave? Is this allowed?” A cold, mechanical, electronic voice rang in my ears. “Sorry. There’s no corresponding response template in my operating program. “If you want to unbind me, you’ll never return to the real world.”

That gave me seven full days to settle my score with Jocelyn. Just then, Ember came in. "The 50 feral toms are all rounded up, my lady. What would you like to do?" I nodded and walked over to the vanity mirror. Moments later, a shriek echoed through the Hughes estate. "How did I age this much? If my husband sees me like this and stops caring for me, what will I do? All of you, get out! Go find me something that will keep me young forever. Don't come back until you do!

Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy A trace of panic flickered across Krystal’s face. She averted her gaze and held her tongue. Dale Abbot, on the other hand, approached me with two glasses of red wine in hand. He said, “Don’t get upset, sir. Since you can’t give Ms. Markham kids, she borrowed my sperm to produce heirs. No one is taking your place as her husband.” While downing the glass of wine, Dale handed me the other drink and uttered, “I’m counting on you to take good care of my children.”

It was only from Yang Qinru that Xiao Chen learned his grandfather’s wife was currently undergoing closed-door cultivation, and that Xiao Chen’s adoptive grandmother was at a level nearly on par with the sect masters of Heaven and Dao. If the wife of the former head of the Lou family succeeded in her cultivation this time, then the Lou family would have yet another peak ninth-level God King. Or perhaps they would have a cultivator at the half-step God Emperor level. When Xiao Chen heard the words “God Emperor,” his expression immediately changed, because in the realm of the gods, no one had been able to reach the God Emperor level for a very long time. And if that were indeed the case, then

It was our marriage certificate. My name and Justin’s were printed clearly on it, complete with the official seal. “Let's start over.” I stared directly at Sophia’s rapidly draining face and spoke one word at a time. “I'm Megan Monroe, his legally wedded wife. As for you, you’re nothing more than a thief who wears my clothes and spends the money I nearly died earning.” The room fell silent. The only sounds were the crabs on the floor and the excited whispers of the plants in the corner.

Joel screamed repeatedly, "Abigail, you can't do this to me! None of this is real! The whole transmigration thing is bullshit, and so is this palace! Let me go! I don't want to stay here!" His agonizing curses and cries echoed through the prison, gradually muffled by the thick castle doors.

Zhu Wushang turned to look at his wives and held hands together before Zhu Wushang used his power to manipulate reality and made them go to the upper realm. —------- Upper Realm —------- In the middle of the forest at the forest clearing, the light from the transcendences dimmed as the three figures slowly materialized. Two of them are clearly young women and the other one was a young man holding hands with each other. Of course, It’s Zhu Wushang and his two wives. Normally, the lower realm denizen who transcend to the upper realm can’t control where they could materialize also, even if they hold hands together like this, they will be forced to scatter by the world law but Zhu Wushang uses h

Deleting the message now would do nothing. This isn't making any sense. “Don’t be selfish now, Isobelle. Let your kid meet his family. Plus, do you think Nikolai's family can let you board the flight somewhere to continue living your life knowing you are still married to their son? Not to mention, now that they know about their grandson?”