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Brooklyn Nine

The Empresses Who Broke Me Now Beg for Mercy

In his past life, everyone was jealous of Lu Ye, the Nine-Lives Celestial Lord. Not just because he had nine lives, but also because eight of the most beautiful and powerful women in the world were by his side. But no one could have guessed—when Lu Ye was just one step away from becoming a Heavenly Dao Saint—all eight of them turned on him at once and stabbed him in the back. The Nine Heavens Sword Maiden shouted, “I’m the master of the Nine Heavens Sword! But because of you, everyone thought I was just your sword servant. Lu Ye, you deserve to die!” The Red Lotus Fairy said, “Senior Brother, don’t blame me. If not for you, I would’ve become an immortal couple with someone else. I never wanted to be a Saint—I just wanted to be with the one I truly loved.” The Vermilion Bird Demon Empress laughed coldly. “Lu Ye, when you were killing demons, did you forget I’m a demon too? You said you were protecting me, but the one who hurt me the most… was you!” --- When time turns back, and the eight empresses return to the past with all their memories, Lu Ye wakes up with a bitter smile. This time, he finally understands—forcing someone to stay never brings real love. So now, he’s done trying to control fate. He won’t chase after them again. He won’t force anything. This time, Lu Ye decides to step back… and watch how these proud, powerful women live their lives without him. And who knows—maybe this time, the story will change.
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Nine: The forgotten Flame

Her voice floats in the dark—slow, distant, cracked at the edges. A memory unraveling itself in ruin. "Oh… and I just died again." A beat. "Didn’t even get the chance to scream this time. Just burned. Like always." "But it doesn’t matter. None of this is real. Not really. It’s just… something stuck on repeat. A scene that loops like it’s written in the marrow of my bones." She inhales. Smokes chokes even the thought. "I think I’ve been trapped here for so long, I started dreaming with my eyes open." "Don’t get confused. I wasn’t always like this. I was a god. A ruler. Born of stars and saltwater. Atlantis was mine to inherit. My name—my legacy—was etched into the stone of the sea before I ever took my first breath." "And then…" her voice tightens "Mortals." "They didn’t worship. They hunted. They slaughtered the gods—burned our temples, tore our wings, shattered our hearts." "And me? They didn’t kill me. They needed me alive. Needed me to scream." "You ever wondered what it feels like—melted gold poured on your skin? Not once. Not twice. A thousand times. They’d stop. Let me heal. Then start again. That’s how I lost my gift. That’s how I lost my healing. That’s how I lost time." "I was just a child when the first war came. Barely 200 years old—barely chosen. By 500, I was ready for the throne. Strong. Steady. Loved." "Then the massacre." "Atlantis died." "And I disappeared into shadow." "Ten thousand years they kept me. Caged. Bound. Tortured. Not enough to die. Just enough to wish I could." "And then I saw my chance. I ran. I fought. I clawed my way out—" "But they found me. Again." "They reversed my age—ripped me backward through time like I was nothing but a thread. Left me a child. A hundred years old again. Powerless." "Then came the final curse: They locked me inside an illusion." "My illusion." "The one I created as a child—the night my village burned. The night I screamed and no one came." "Now I live that night again." "And again." "And again." "I die. I wake. I die. I wake." "Every ending is a beginning wrapped in fire." "And I’m tired." "Tired of bleeding for gods who are gone. Tired of breaking for humans who only know how to destroy." A long pause. "They used me." "Wore me out like a story passed through too many mouths." Then her voice drops—low, steel in it now. A whisper with weight. "But I swear… the next time I rise…" "It won’t be to save them." "It’ll be to end them." "They wanted a hero out of me." "I’ll give them something else." "A god... with nothing left to lose." READER ADVISORY: Everything in this world is handcrafted — from currency to the most basic details. My characters are morally gray, and each one is forged through relentless trials, not born into greatness. If you're hypersensitive, this story isn't for you. This book is brutal, raw, and unapologetically different. But if you’re craving something bold, dark, and unlike anything you’ve read before — step in. Thanks for reading.
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