droopyghost

‘Love may not have a place in the weddings of this world, but wouldn’t it be happier to marry the one for you? I think so, too…’

Her thoughts trailed off as she finally reached the church’s door, but her gaze was still on Larkin’s face. ‘You have always been trying your best to create a better world for everyone. I wonder if you’re looking for someone you’d want to actually share your whole life with… with tons of political benefit or none...’

“I’ll find the person who’d make you happy...” Artie whispered while staring at the archduke and standing on his left, but Larkin only deepened his smile. “It’s not yet the time for wedding vows, Artie.”

...

Promises were uttered, and vows were made. With the archduchy facing one of its darkest times, Artie Shen and Larkin Ellis decided to stand together against the horns of war and the clawed clutches of the past. Will their disguised platonic relationship blossom into something real for the sake of the archduchy? Or will it be for the loudest songs of their hearts?

With a dual-route system that could turn her into the most powerful angel warriors in the land, watch Artie Shen conquer different quests and task to ensure her victory.

In love and in war.

[BOOK COMPLETED, SEASON 2 IS SIDE STORIES NOW]

…


[Disclaimer and Warnings:]
This story is a work of fiction, and similarities to any living or dead person are purely coincidental. May contain triggers.  

Follow me on IG @droopdroopghost and on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/authordroopyghost/

Cover by Ying_

My Strongest Angel Wife with a System

After issuing an order to stay down and continue watching the situation in Achlys and Musanea, Albas had returned to the camp of the demon emperors. Gaurie and those from the southern kingdoms were not around, and Zinigrid was also not here. He felt like he was actually surrounded by people of no importance in this tent that looked like a lounge in a castle.

However, he found one that was rather pissed off in his seat, unlike the rest who were dead tired from fighting. Their eyes met when he realized that Albas was looking at him. The grumpy emperor then spoke with a sour mood, "What pleasure do I owe the great Albas to make him look at me?"

"...you and I are of the same status. If I am greater, then why can't I properly discipline my little descendants?" Albas joined the other on the couch that was supposed to be exclusive to Zinigrid. "Tell me, Cruxal, how are the descendants of Novaska? Are they obedient?"

Pretty Convenient for Him