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Severus Snape Helps Harry In Battle

Battle Divorce

[ Jadilah istri Maxim von Waldeck hanya dalam nama. ] Itulah tugas sederhana yang diberikan kepada Daisy, seorang mata-mata dari pasukan revolusioner. Maxim von Waldeck, seorang tentara bayaran yang lahir di luar nikah, dikenal sebagai anjing pemburu keluarga kerajaan. Ia dikirim ke garis depan sebagai umpan meriam, dengan peluang selamat yang nyaris nol. Tak ada wanita yang rela mengambil peran sebagai janda sebelum waktunya. Rencananya mudah: berpura-pura menjadi istrinya selama perang, lalu melarikan diri sebelum kerajaan jatuh setelah kekalahan mereka. Jika ia berhasil, imbalan besar menantinya—cukup untuk pensiun dengan nyaman. “Aku akan segera kembali, istriku.” Ya, senang bertemu denganmu. Beristirahatlah dalam damai. “Kita akan menyempurnakan pernikahan ini saat aku kembali.” Mimpi yang tinggi, bukan? Semoga arwahmu tenang. Daisy mengira itu hanyalah impian kosong seorang pria yang mendambakan masa depan bahagia. Namun kemudian— [ Maxim von Waldeck Meraih Kemenangan Besar yang Tak Terduga! ] Segalanya berbalik jauh dari yang ia duga. [ Pahlawan Nasional, Grand Duke Waldeck! Apa yang paling Anda nantikan saat kembali ke rumah? ] [ Memeluk istriku tercinta, Daisy, dalam dekapanku. ] Tidak mungkin. Ini pasti kesalahan cetak. Namun, Maxim von Waldeck adalah pria yang menganggap janji lebih berharga dari nyawanya sendiri. "Aku pulang, istriku." Dengan kata-kata itu, ia tiba-tiba menarik Daisy ke dalam pelukannya. Mata Daisy berputar panik, tak percaya akan tingkahnya yang tak terduga. “Haruskah kita menuju kamar sekarang?” “Apa?” Ia berbisik lembut di telinganya, senyum malas terukir di bibirnya. “Maaf, tapi aku sedikit terburu-buru.” Tubuhnya terasa berat dan panas, bagian depan celananya menegang, seakan siap meledak kapan saja. ‘Apakah bajingan ini seorang maniak mesum?’ Bisakah Daisy menceraikannya sebelum penyamarannya terbongkar?
serenaserenity · 3.8K Views

Rebirth: My Reclusive Husband Helps Me Get Revenge!

“An illegitimate child will always be an outsider.” For Yu Lixue, life in the Yu family was one of endless humiliation. As the unwanted daughter with no mother to defend her, she was treated like a pawn, used, ignored, and discarded. Her talents—her paintings, her songs—were stolen by her stepmother and conniving half-sister, who claimed them as their own. Her life was a series of shadows and silence, living under their lies. But when her half-sister fled an arranged marriage with Mo Ran, a powerful but reclusive man, the family forced Lixue to take her place. Once again, her wishes were disregarded. Her marriage to Mo Ran was cold, distant—another prison she had no choice but to endure. Until the night she died in a mysterious accident, her pleas for justice buried along with her. Yet fate gave her a second chance. Reborn into the same world that betrayed her, Lixue returns with a vow: she will take back everything they stole—her art, her voice, her freedom. And when she reenters her marriage with Mo Ran, he surprises her with a proposition: he will help her get revenge against those who wronged her. But Lixue is wary. Why is this man, who barely showed her any warmth before, now offering to stand by her side? As they plot against the Yu family, Lixue realizes that Mo Ran has his own reasons for revenge. Their alliance begins to blur the line between ally and enemy, and she questions whether he’s truly on her side or if he has his own hidden agenda. In a world filled with deceit and betrayal, Yu Lixue must decide: will she risk trusting her husband, or will she forge her own path to reclaim what’s hers, no matter the cost? Excerpt: Lixue stared down at the steaming bowl of soup on the table, blinking in surprise. Mo Ran placed it before her with a steady hand, his usual calm expression softened just slightly by a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. She tried to catch his gaze, but he’d already turned away, busying himself with the teapot. “Why are you…?” she murmured, glancing between the bowl and him, her voice trailing off. He looked up, meeting her eyes with a hint of amusement. “Why am I what?” She fumbled for words, her cheeks warming. “Why are you…being so nice to me?” A small smile played on his lips, barely there but just enough to leave her heart fluttering. “Is it so strange for a husband to be kind to his wife?” She opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. The Mo Ran she remembered from her past life had been as cold as winter, never sparing her a second glance. This new version of him, warm and considerate, left her feeling…confused. “Eat,” he said, his voice soft. “You didn’t eat much at breakfast.” She nodded, taking the spoon with a slight tremor in her fingers. The soup was rich, comforting—something she would have loved as a child. The warmth of it melted away a part of her guardedness, leaving her strangely vulnerable. As she set down her spoon, she glanced at him again, still puzzled. “What’s gotten into you, Mo Ran?” “…” “Let’s just say I want to spoil you my darling..” Extra tags: #Rebirth#FaceSlapping #SchemingSister #ColdHusbandTurnedSweet#EnemiesToLovers#IllegitimateDaughter
Little_North_Star · 238.5K Views

Battle in Camo: The Warfront Beyond the Veil

The year was 20XX, and the United States of America, once the self-proclaimed leader of the free world, had become its own worst enemy. It all started with an egoist president, a man who campaigned on rage and ruled with greed. He promised to "Make America Great Again—For Real This Time." But his policies weren't about greatness. They were about power. About control. The economy crumbled under the weight of corruption. Infrastructure collapsed. The rich hoarded resources, while the poor scraped for survival. The people who had voted for him—out of desperation, ignorance, or sheer stupidity—realized too late they had been sold a lie. Then came the phrase that changed everything. "Deny, Defend, Depose." It started as graffiti on city walls. A whisper in underground forums. A chant in the streets. It was a call to arms, a beacon for the oppressed. And it had a name attached to it. Luigi Mango. A man who shouldn't have existed. A man who the government feared more than war itself. Some called him a hero. Others called him a terrorist. The government labeled him Public Enemy Number One, blaming him for the assassination of a powerful healthcare CEO—a man whose greed had denied millions access to life-saving treatments. But there was a problem. The evidence didn't add up. The security footage was grainy. The photo of the alleged killer didn't match Luigi's description. And the timeline placed him miles away from the crime scene. Was Luigi Mango even real? Or was he just a fabrication, a symbol people created to give their anger a name? Either way, the world was watching. Luigi was thrown into a high-security prison, cut off from the outside world. The government threatened to execute him if the protests didn't stop. But instead of quelling the rebellion, the move backfired. The people took to the streets, their chants echoing through the ruins of once-great cities: "Free Luigi Mango!" The phrase became a rallying cry, a symbol of resistance against a corrupt and broken system. Graffiti of Luigi's face—often accompanied by the words "Deny, Defend, Depose"—covered every wall. Protesters wore T-shirts with his name, and social media was flooded with hashtags demanding his release. But the government didn't relent. They doubled down, deploying the military to crush the uprising. Cities burned. The streets ran red with blood. Yet, the people refused to back down. They had nothing left to lose. As America tore itself apart, the rest of the world saw an opportunity. Countries that had long resented American dominance began to flex their power. Nations formed new alliances. Old rivalries erupted into full-scale war. The first bomb dropped on Washington D.C. at 3:42 AM. By sunrise, New York was burning. The president, in his final act of desperation, launched nuclear weapons at anyone he deemed a threat. China. Russia. The Middle East. Even European allies weren't spared. The world retaliated. Fire consumed the planet. And then, the portals appeared. During a brutal battle, a strange rift materialized on the battlefield—a swirling vortex of light and energy in the shape of a gate. The soldiers, the governments, the rebels—all froze. It was as if time itself held its breath. The smell of burning corpses and gunpowder still filled the air, but for the first time in years, there was silence.
codeddiass · 360 Views
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