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The Dragon Prince's Wife is a Translator

I'll find you even if we are worlds apart -Long Ao Zhen --------- Transmigrated into a trash body of general's daughter as female lead? Peh! Too mainstream! Transmigrated to be a villainess? Common! What about transmigrating and ending up as cannon fodder? Have read it before! From that many options to transmigrate how could she, Li Shi Ying a very ordinary English department college student, suddenly wake up in the crippled body of the female lead's ex-maidservant?! Heaven, this is too unfair! In this world where only the strong are respected, she can't cultivate? No problem! Dozens of high-rank spiritual beasts fight over protecting her! Beast Tamers are rare? Hmph! The beast language is her hometown language! Can't be an alchemist or array master? Who cares? She could just become a translator! Without a translator, all those rare jobs wouldn't even exist! Watch how she rules over the world without having a single bit of cultivation energy in her body! But, can someone please tell her how she suddenly became the Dragon Prince's wife? Momma, she wanna cry!!! This is a perfect story for those who are bored with the usual cultivation novel. Warning: Smut scene in chapters 7-9!! If you don't want to read it, just skip those chapters. If you like to read perfect grammar then this book might not be your cup of tea, but I'm still learning. So, it will become better in later chapters. Ancient/modern settings: 1. The Dragon Prince's Wife is a Translator (completed) 2. The CEO's Office Boy is a Girl (completed) Baby protagonist series: 1. I Become Baby Mafia Boss (on-going) 2. (Yet to be unlocked) Clue: Quick transmigration Dating sim game book: 1. Mr CEO, Move On! (Dropped because of system issue not allowing to update more chapters after accidentally changing book status to completed) Follow my Instagram: @zehell2218 for Q & A and other fun information! Join me in discord for suggestion and fun chat: https://discord.gg/BWyWDJ7 For support: https://www.paypal.me/Zehell2218 *This cover is mine, commissioned by lia.adelia* Big thanks to my editors: Overlord_venus, Kuma, DarkAngel84 Proofreader: Lilian
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The Dragon Prince's Bride

*Author's other work (She belongs to the Demon King)* *** They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other! When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt. That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom. Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife. Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything. Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love? Excerpt "I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!" ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger. "Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love." He calmly grabbed her poking hand. "And what would that be, my fine sir?" "That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear." "You—" "And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!" "You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!" "Well you are no precious prize, are you?" And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree. His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.
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