Supreme Ocular Master The Peerless Heiress Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I was sold by my father and hunted by her. I am the 'Rejected Heiress', remember? I’m the mistake she’s trying to erase." Sora walked in a slow, predatory circle around me. She didn't look at my face; she looked at the black diamond necklace at my throat. "The stabilizer. A Vane Industries masterpiece. It keeps the Void quiet so the Alpha can sleep. But tell me, 002... what happens when the Alpha wakes up and realizes he’s sleeping with a monster?"

Gabert did not react at all, completely unaware that I had already removed his clothes. The comments said that in this story’s setting, the male lead would only fall for a vicious heiress. In that case, all I had to do was become one. [Splash cold water on him to wake him up later, then whip him until he kneels and begs for mercy, got it?] [Then, step on his face and make him admit he is your dog, understand?] I was taken aback. However, I nodded. I had been given a second chance, and this time, my role was a vicious heiress. I could do it!

BLURB For three years, Seraphina gave everything she had to a man who never saw her clearly. She cooked, she endured, she stayed quiet through every insult his family threw at her, and she secretly kept his failing business alive from the shadows, without him ever knowing it was her. Then his first love walked back through the door, and Seraphina disappeared. She walked out as his invisible wife and came back as Seraphina Vaughn, the hidden heiress of the most powerful family in the country. The woman two dangerous older brothers would tear the world apart for, the woman every powerful man in the city now wants standing beside him. Damian thought she would come back within a week; bu

Every eye in the room turned to me. At the base of the stairs stood Franco. He wore a midnight – blue suit that mirrored the shadows, but there was nothing professional about the way he looked at me. His dark eyes tracked every step I took, sweeping over the liquid onyx silk, the high slit exposing my thigh, and the violent, blooming bruises I wore like jewellery. His jaw clenched tight. The lust radiating from him was a physical weight in the room, raw and entirely undisguised. The Master of the Game was completely captivated by his own creation. He raised his glass to me in a silent, reverent toast.

she said submissively A trace of scorn appeared in Venom's eyes while Eight on the other hand tried so hard to suppress his delight, it was the first time anyone had ever called him master, even though the new recruits respected and feared him as a superior, no one had ever chosen him as thier master while Meek, Venom and the others had a lot of students. They all complained that he was too much of a talkative. Even though the one who called him master was a weak and pampered heiress, Eight still felt a surge of pride

“You need to pass the Immortal Doctor’s Legacy to her! Rumor has it that you founded Ganoderma in the past, and she’s an heir of Ganoderma. There are no Immortal Doctors in the world currently, and she’s a doctor with a benevolent heart. She’s more suitable than me to acquire the legacy… Because I've already gotten a bloodline legacy.” Only then did Guilherme turn to look at Cheryl. “She.. Could she be Young Madam?” Alex nodded slowly and said, “From now on, you’ll concentrate on assisting her, how about it?” Guilherme thought about it for a while before saying, “I will follow Young Master’s orders!” Then, he turned around and bowed down to Cherly. In the next instant, the energy from the em

Her eyes were like that of a predator, her gentle strides held confidence and grace. "I. Don't. need. to be a princess to be a queen, I don't follow customs, and I never will, Just so you know, am wealthier than the duke himself, so don't categorize me as your equal, am an heiress, so I qualify to sit beside him, you can't do anything about it Mrs. Estelle Lockwood." After finishing her long speech she smirked. Sometimes you need to scratch with your claws to pass your point. "Such disrespect!, this can't be condoned in here!!" Estelle was gritting her teeth, her face turned green.

2 seconds faster to retain her crown. Up in the premium VIP luxury boxes, Master Marcus Sr. was so thoroughly stunned that his fingers completely froze, utterly forgetting to roll the premium walnuts he routinely massaged for his health metrics. His jaw came dangerously close to unhinging and dropping straight onto the floorboards. "My household’s little girl... turned out to be an absolute, top-tier dark horse powerhouse?"

"Miss, buy a Healing Master sticker! Put it at home for the blessing!" "Miss, look at our Healing Master pillow! Hug it every day, and the Healing Master will bless you!" Looking at Grisel's smiling face printed on the pillow, Larissa smirked. The Healing Master's status was comparable to that of a top celebrity in the entertainment industry. All sorts of merchandise were on display. Larissa rubbed her chin in thought. Was she really that amazing? Well, Larissa must go and find out! Someone shouted, "The Healing Master is here!"

She scoffed as she twirled the cup of expensive wine in her hands. “Ma'am”, the maid in front of her began, her voice steady and respectful, “I have brought forth the finest pieces from the treasury for your consideration. The gold, with its regal warmth, speaks of power and wealth. The silver, with its cool elegance, whispers of grace and purity. Which among these treasures pleases your discerning eye today?” Evelyn smiled. This was what she loves about power and wealth. And with Alex everything seemed even more. Alex had instructed that the best of jewelries be delivered to her.