She was a treasure in the hands of her parents, a proud daughter who had just been admitted to Peking University, a little girl who had just experienced her first love. Because of her adventure, she had entered a remote and desolate courtyard in the palace of the former Beijing, and had been dragged through the bottom of the well by a ghost who had suddenly appeared in a well! However, he was not wearing the clothes of a noble general or a princess or a concubine. Instead, he was a poor peasant who wanted to sell his daughter! Fortunately, his luck was not bad. After being selected by Master Xiao Wang, he bought the Duke Palaces, and had a precious relationship with Master Xiao Wang, Zhu Yanyu! Who knew that when the wedding was about to start, because of a misunderstanding, she would choose to leave. She would choose to become a woman who wanted to dictate her own fate, and from then on, she would have a rough and difficult life, a legendary life ...

The moment he crossed over, he almost died because of a bowl of heart blood! What made things even more difficult was that the dregs Bai Lianqi went up to battle and tortured her, even trying to turn her into a pharmacist to treat the white lotus. Damn it! If a tiger doesn't show off its might, then this old lady is really a sick cat! He treated scum men and abused white lotuses, letting them know why flowers were so red with every step he took. However... What the hell was this prince, who crawled on the bed every night and pressed down on his body?

I leaned on a few small, green, green five fingers, slender and delicate. I turned the palm, but because of the excessive calligraphy, it became slightly calluses. The veins intertwined on his palm and shattered into tiny pieces. The judge said, "My life will be difficult."I have never believed in these things, the fate of men, three days preordained, seven by myself.

She said, "If people don't offend me, then I won't offend them. If they offend me, then I'll pay them three points. If they offend me, then I'll kill them all!" She said, I want to earn a lot of silver, and then walk all over the five kingdoms, the short paper slant, drunk the sky! Her red clothes were rippling, and she had peerless grace and grace. Her exquisite makeup was something that no one could match, and her awe-inspiring presence was incomparable. Her name was Shui Qingyan. She had put on her wedding dress three times, but had left the wedding hall three times in her wedding dress. He was forced into a dead end again and again, and then he was saved again and again. With a flip of his hand, he turned the entire world into a chessboard, trapping her at the same time. At the same time, he also tricked her into hiding himself within the eighteen strongholds, his red clothes rippling like a red lotus, planning on taking the entire world into his arms for fifteen years, but he lost himself because of her. He was an assistant of the National Medical Bureau for eight years. He was a talented young man, handsome, arrogant and unruly. He hid his thoughts in his heart and devoted his life to her without any regrets. In matters of love, who was in the right and who was in the wrong? Who could be sure? The maelstrom of power, to put it bluntly, was neither victorious nor victorious.

Nalini Singh steps back into the shadows of her “heartbreakingly original” (Errant Dreams Reviews) world where angels rule, vampires serve, and the innocent can pay the greatest price of all. Vampire hunter Elena Deveraux and her lover, the lethally beautiful archangel Raphael, have returned home to New York only to face an uncompromising new evil. A vampire has attacked a girls’ school—the assault one of sheer, vicious madness—and it is only the first act. Rampant bloodlust takes vampire after vampire, threatening to make the streets run with blood. Then Raphael himself begins to show signs of an uncontrolled rage, as inexplicable storms darken the city skyline and the earth itself shudders. The omens are suddenly terrifyingly clear. An ancient and malevolent immortal is rising. The violent winds whisper her name: Caliane. She has returned to reclaim her son, Raphael. Only one thing stands in her way: Elena, the consort who must be destroyed…