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Who Is The Father Of Modern English

Who is the Villain?

[If you are looking for a slow romance, you can give it a check if not, you'll be disappointed] Aera, a young 28-year-old was about to make her dream debut by opening her own floral shop that could be shipped in and around. Nevertheless, things didn't go as she planned. One would say that transmigrating to a book sound like a fantasy, however to Aera, it became a nightmare when she woke up in an unknown world even when she hasn't died yet. With an unexpected turnout, her life was hanging by a thin thread. Aera was presented with an option-either she goes back to her world with her memory erased or enter the other world, and comes back with the memory intact to have her revenge. Never did she expect of choosing the worst villain of all. A character in a book where she killed the Empress and her unborn child. Worst, the male lead was reborn time after time with his memory intact. His grudge still hung on torturing the villainess. Even more worst, the ML was a split image of her long-time crush. ----- "Do you hate me that much?" As soon as the question was raised, a table lamp flew past through the said person, smashing against the wall behind him. "More than enough to kill you right now." The female figure responded with nothing but hatred and disgust in her tone. Her jewel eyes that glow under the dark never left her gaze on the other male person who was sitting on her opposite. ----- The male lead wasn't the only one Aera had to put a guard on but even other characters when one after the other began to make an appearance. The more the flow gets out of the plot the more twisted it gets. Her only goal was to survive so she could go back home.  P.S:- English is not my first language and I am weak in grammar. I'll be happy to receive either a critics or feedback or comments...^-^ Please do give it a read till chapter 3 or above to get the clear picture.
Eternal_bunny · 142.8K Views

The Human Who Is Above All Races

— I welcome you, students of this academy, to the entrance ceremony. The echo of his voice reverberates throughout the auditorium and you can clearly hear what he is saying. Will this be the use of “magic”? — Today we mark the beginning of your paths. Before you are the gates that lead to an amazing world. This academy has a legacy written in the blood of those warriors who forged their swords with the fire of the dragons they slayed. Many of you know the stories: stories of heroes who slayed those creatures that soar the skies and walk the earth, stories of how they defended territories so that those who inhabited those lands could see a tomorrow. But what you have not been told is that here, in this compound, you cadets will be molded, trained, study and learn all that is necessary to defeat a dragon. Perhaps a few will forge a name for themselves to start their own legacy. — True power does not come from the beasts they will tame. The power you need is the power of will: the will to keep going, no matter what adversity you face, no matter how bleak the outlook may seem. Some of you will not make it to the end. This path is not for the weak. You will face your fears, fall to your weaknesses and succumb to the darkness. But if you persevere, if you allow the fire of your will to burn in your hearts, you will leave here not as mere warriors, but as guardians and true Arcanists! — Remember, you are not here by chance. Each of you has been blessed and has managed to awaken and manifest the powers of a dragon. — So, cadets, are you ready to embark on this journey, are you ready to be forged by the fire of Ares? Only time will tell. May the flame of Ares protect and illuminate you on your journey. Welcome to the cadet academy, Tracia! With that said, the large auditorium doors open, and a gust of wind enters. Then, the lights come on, illuminating the entire auditorium. Everyone stands up, including Seraphine. Not knowing why, I confusedly stand up as well. — Kalzar! -they all shout in unison.
Sherat · 7.4K Views

My husband is an old English gentlemen

[One] The first time she saw him, he was just coming out of the theater, holding a cane, wearing a dark gray overcoat with the hem reaching down to his knees, and his leather shoes were shiny. He was tall and straight. His fingers were long, and his knuckles were large and prominent. So much so that she completely didn't notice his grizzled temples and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. Later, she learned that he had been married three times and his eldest daughter had already married and had children. He is fifty-five years old. He is an old man who could be her father. [Two] "We are not suitable.I am too old." He said with a smile, lit a cigar, and held it lightly between two knuckly fingers. Her eyes couldn't help but wander over him. Although he was over fifty, he had kept his figure very well. His chest muscles were firm and his abdomen was flat. The most crucial thing was that his eyes were full of maturity and wisdom. Unlike some young lads, he could restrain his smile. He could laugh heartily, but no matter how heartily he laughed, there was always an endearing elegance. Being too old is not his fault. She thought it was that she was too young. Men all like young and beautiful girls, but at this moment, in front of him, being young has unexpectedly become her disadvantage. She is deeply self-abased because of her youth. [Three] If they were just two souls, without age. without gender, without identity, completely disconnected from the outside world, then they could indeed fall in love. One soul is qualified to love another soul. However, an old life does not have the qualification to love a young life. One-sentence summary: Little crazy one x Old man Theme: Love can transcend everything.
SeeThere · 9.2K Views
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