Novel Overlord นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He would definitely be in his sixties, with bald head and a round potbelly for him to have such a title and to have a butler as reliable as Thomas. I had never seen a picture of this Overlord, people claim he liked being mysterious and quiet. He never really appeared in functions and when he did, the press rarely caught his picture. I heard the Overlord lived a solitary life like a monk, because he hadn't met his mate. Rumors also had it that he claimed to be waiting for the one true mate instead of sampling the field like other alphas. Some claimed that he gave his virility and drive to become the Overlord. While others claimed that he was too old to get it up. But no one knew exactly what

It was a stark contrast to the vibrant sunlight that usually accompanied her studies, a testament to the urgency that had propelled her out of her slumber. The words on the pages held both familiarity and frustration. Rithanya had always been an ardent reader, devouring words with an insatiable hunger. Yet, this pursuit felt different—less like a joyful exploration and more like a grueling endeavor. The monotony of the task at hand weighed heavily on her, her eyes struggling to decipher the small text illuminated by the moon.

Penelope decided to leave the celebration early as it had become too noisy for her and she also did not appreciate the scene of drunk men shamelessly fondling women in front of everyone, so she excused herself and returned to her quarters. When the celebration was finally over the head alpha returned to his quarters where found Penelope laying in bed with a book in her hands. His eyes were now glued on her as he quietly observed the omega, when she finally noticed his presence Penelope stood up from the bed and bowed before her husband. Alpha Reynolds walked towards the bed and stood in front of his wife, his eyes roaming over her exposed collarbones, he squatted down to her level and looked

Five seconds ago, I was whining about the sweltering heat in the RV, begging Hudson to use his extremely precious powers just to make me a damn popsicle. Then the memories flooded in. I was nothing but a piece of arm candy in a sweet romance novel, clinging to others to survive. Hudson was the overpowered male lead. Before the world ended, I had chased him relentlessly until he caved. After the apocalypse, I hadn't changed a bit—I was a total brat.

Magnus had been right. Without thinking, I had reacted the moment I heard movement from the other room. Annoyed with myself, I returned my attention to the reports scattered across the desk. I forced myself to read the first page. Then the second. Ten minutes passed. I completed half a report before stopping again. Because another thought had appeared. Was he asleep again? I stared at the page in front of me. Then slowly closed it. This was becoming ridiculous. Lior was an Omega prince sent to this empire as a sacrifice. He was suspicious, difficult, reckless, and completely unlike the person he claimed to be.

“I’m worried that this seductress has clouded your mind. Choosing a mere Omega to a Delta, well, the future Beta, is a bad deal.” “See? You don’t know the whole facts, yet you jump immediately to the conclusion and judge her unfairly. Anna is no longer an Omega. She is a Mu now.” “What?! What’s her role? In which place?” “She will be my housekeeper from now on.” “I should know better.” The Elder gazed at me from head to toe. Then he stared at Constantine again. “People will think you use this to disguise her position as your mistress.” “No, it isn’t. My father has given his approval to accept Anna.”

The company's elders, watching us lock horns, stood their ground and tried to smooth things over: "Take a breath, will you? Don's just under the weather. As his wife, you oughta be his rock, not blocking his every move." Sebastian's lips twitched into a smirk, but he played it straight. "My wife calls the shots. Cross her in this family, and you'll answer to me." With that, he slapped his gun down on the table. The elders, taken aback at first, then chuckled and closed in around me. "Elena, Don's still head over heels for you. He's just got a short-circuit in the memory department, mistook someone else for you, that's all," they said.