MichelleLeeee

“Ah! My… My husband…”
"You, my dear wife, is the sweet I craved the most."
“You know how to talk,” Ying Yue flushed and felt the bite to his lips.
“Ah Yue,” a breathless deep chuckle made his body shivered, “The times I spent with you, touch you, and taste you will never satisfy me.”
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Ying Yue was Heaven’s Chosen, a person gifted to bring peace, balance, and rid the world of evil. He was full of pureness and hope! Only problem? He fell deeply for the shameless Ghost King, Wang Li. 

Wang Li, a person gifted to bring chaos and death, had waited centuries for Ying Yue. Now that he had Heaven’s Chosen, he would never let Ying Yue go. A beauty like Ying Yue was meant only for him.

With their marriage, the truth of their love brought a curse and a prophecy for the Ghost King’s death.

The worst part? 
Ying Yue was the one fated to kill his husband.

What should he do to keep this love with Wang Li? What had to be sacrificed to preserve it? Was he willing to? 

That aside, He had also married a horny shameless king! 
And he… 
He dared to declare that he regretted nothing.

“I want to take your innocence, your body, your heart, your lips. Everything, my beloved wife. I am not whole without you.”

Yep, he regretted nothing.
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*WPC 159- Gold Tier Winner*
*SMUT starts chapter 16 and throughout future chapters.*
Other TAGS: Fate, Death, Childhood Love

Shameless Ghost King Is My Husband!

Weapons. There were so many that each students' eyes could not stay at one. Their eyes roamed and their lips grinned because today they will receive their weapon.

"It's a good thing Jade Emperor was fine parting with so many weapons," Han Mo whispered.

Zhang Xu Lan stared at his twin blades and back over at the rack of heavenly touched weapons. He wondered if his blades were also gifted by the Jade Emperor, or if this was just ordinary ones. His black eyes looked over at his father, who was currently explaining the different kinds of weapons. He remembered receiving them when he was only 15 and he remembered the weight it carried.

'But father never told me where he received them,' the pink haired man thought.

"Xu Lan," the voice of his raven-haired uncle spoke up near him and he stood straight.

There was something about this uncle that made him fearful, excited, and preened from his attention.