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Pokemon Ash Has A Daughter

The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket!

(1v1, pure and sweet) Xiliang's Prince Residence. With a tiger-like energy and at just 5 years old, Little Prince Xiao Moxi saw his mother dash off to the fields again, and his steamed bun-like face scrunched up in frustration. Looking grievously at his father beside him, he complained with an air of worldly wisdom, "Father, how did you fall for my mother, who likes to run off all the time?" Xiao Yeyang gave his precociously mature son a sidelong glance, then pretended to ponder the question. Indeed, why had he fallen for that woman? After a long silence... "Who knows? Maybe I got my head caught in a door!" Sharing a look of mutual commiseration, father and son let out a helpless sigh in unison. What do you do when you're stuck with a woman who's never at home? There's only one thing to do with your own Princess Consort (mother)—spoil her, of course! … Transported to ancient times with a space filled with rice flowers, all she wanted was to quietly live out her life in the fields. Unexpectedly, with a father who was a county magistrate, she was forced to leave the countryside for the city! Life in the city was bustling with activities, and in order to have a say at home, she bought estates, grew flowers and medicinal herbs, and developed high-yield, high-quality grain varieties. Remarkably, she helped her father, who had been a county magistrate for nine years, to rise step by step, bringing the lowborn Yan Family into Beijing's elite circles! This is a story of a noble daughter from a humble family aiding her clan to thrive and prosper, and a sweet love story of mutual success and growing together! Male lead: In front of others, he is the prideful Little Prince, the domineering Prince of Xiliang. In front of the female lead, he is a soft and tender-hearted man. Female lead: Clearheaded in all matters, warm-hearted and self-reliant!
Knocking Brush · 2.9M Views

Daughter of Säli

"Kneel,” she commanded, her voice sounding like that of an ancient. I was bemused. “I beg your pardon?” I asked. “You have no idea who you are dealing with.” “Oh, I know precisely who you are,” she replied. “Alpha Mätrang, the Crowned Prince of Ngäerawa. Säli has been whispering to me.” “Now kneel before the daughter of Säli, the first of her kind.” “The goddess forbid me from kneeling—” My knees were already kissing the ground before I could continue. My eyes widened with disbelief. “This… this is impossible,” I said.Agonizing pain seared my lower back as strings of words unfurled from her mouth. The mist crept towards me slowly. My skin scalded where the mist kissed. Each breath I drew felt like my last. She cocked her head. “Nothing is impossible for Säli.” ..... Centuries ago, Säli males arrogated the rights of the females, stripping them of any illusion of freedom. They maintained an antediluvian belief that females were slaves, turning them into breeders. The way they comported themselves, one would think they were the ones gifted by the goddess Säli, that they possessed the moon’s powers. The females were once bestowed with gifts from the goddess, but now they're saddled with suffering. But that was before the moon goddess Säli decided to put an end to the suffering by planting seeds in a female's womb. Nine moons later, she delivered a girl, Txälina, one who was born beneath the red moon, one who could command the world to its knees. Just as she was conferring upon the males a taste of their torment, she was interjected by the crowned prince of the realm, Mätrang. He thought she was a monster, but when he found out she was his mate, he was bemused. He would need to take her to the king for judgment for the massacre she created, but the pull of the mating bond was difficult to resist. And if he gives in to the mating bond, it would affect his position as the crown prince of the realm. Please note: This book is an adult Werewolf fantasy book that includes dark elements that might be triggering for some.
Gift_Chanell · 9.1K Views

ash's of trice

"The world didn’t break Trice. It made him." In a world where the strong write the rules and the weak disappear without a name, Trice was born with nothing—not even a last name. Raised in a collapsing slum called The Gray Verge, Trice learned early that justice was a fantasy. His family? Erased in a political massacre the government called "necessary cleansing." The elite called it progress. Trice calls it debt—one the world now owes him. At fifteen, Trice is supposed to be dead. But instead, he returns, scarred, silent, eyes burning with a vengeance too large for his body to hold. From the ashes of forgotten children and ruined dreams, he claws his way into the underground—where gangs rule like kings, and corruption flows thicker than blood. But Trice is different. He doesn’t seek power for power’s sake. He doesn’t want to rule. He wants to ruin. Every family crest that turned a blind eye. Every politician who smiled through the slaughter. Every smiling hero who stood by while monsters wore medals. Along the way, Trice forms fragile bonds with others like him—broken youths with nothing left but rage. A swordsman cursed to forget his kills. A runaway princess who bleeds blue fire. A hacker who can’t leave his apartment but sees everything. Together, they are the Fangs of Nowhere—a blade aimed at the heart of a poisoned empire. But the deeper Trice digs, the more he sees that revenge is no straight line—it spirals. And something darker than men may be behind the suffering. The world didn’t just hurt him... it built him to burn. Now he must choose: Will he be a weapon of revenge? Or a symbol of rebellion?
Nicks_Novels · 1.5K Views
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