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A Little Mo

Spoil me a Little

She's not deaf, not dumb; she can speak and even laugh. But what's the usefulness of talking when you can't explain your pain to people? What is the usefulness of smiling and laughing when you will later cry? Jean was a very beautiful and cheerful young girl, but she lost her mother at the age of nine. Instead of her father focusing on her and helping her forget the pain of the death of her mother, he went ahead and brought in his wife and children. Little Jean just wanted attention, trying to gain her father's love, but all her efforts were ruthlessly washed away. She regretted not having a mother and wished for her mother to not have died. She grew up alone, with no one to speak to and no one to make her laugh. Slowly, she started forgetting how to smile and how to speak; she even forgot how to show her expressions and emotions. She was a beautiful young woman with smooth skin that glowed like a doll. When she could smile, speak, and show emotions like a normal human, she wasn't the center of attention. But when she lost all these important elements of human life, it became easy to mistake her for a doll. The worst part was that even though people believed she was a doll, some perverts still wanted to take advantage of her. Just because she was now emotionless and had forgotten how to smile and speak, they thought they could exploit her. Oops! Don't be deceived by her angelic, doll-like appearance. She had lost all emotions and feelings not for them to take advantage of her; she was, in fact, a killing god. "Don't claim that! If it weren't for his timely intervention, that ugly Man would have been dead by now. But anyway, I will still go back to him; I won't leave him be until he's dead!" That was the letter she penned. "Jean do you want this store? just nod and it's yours" "the restaurant serve her the wrong food, Lock it immediately!" "Jean this is all my years property, please sign it, it's yours"
Lovegold · 270 Views

Vicious Little Mission

Faerie has always been an outsider, growing up under the weight of her father’s imprisonment for a crime he didn’t commit. Raised by her single mother, she learned early on that trust is a luxury she couldn’t afford. For years, she sought solace in books, burying herself in her studies to escape the whispers of her father’s alleged crime. But beneath her quiet demeanor lies a steely determination for revenge—she won’t rest until she clears her father's name and brings down those who wronged her family. When a scholarship opportunity to Hera Academy arrives, the world’s most prestigious high school for the elite, crosses her path, Faerie seizes it. It's a chance to infiltrate the very society that turned its back on her family, and maybe, find the truth she’s been searching for. At Hera, status is everything, with students divided by tie colors—blue for scholarship students like Faerie, red for the wealthy, and silver for the ultra-rich. But Faerie’s focus is on one person: Felix Riether, the influential heir to a business empire and the son of her enemy. She knows that getting close to him could be the key to her plans. Yet, as they clash and sparks fly, Felix becomes more than just a target. He’s charming, powerful, and maddeningly intriguing—everything she should avoid. But the allure of forbidden romance is hard to resist, especially when the lines between revenge and desire start to blur. With secrets lurking in the shadows and the stakes higher than ever, Faerie must navigate a treacherous path at Hera Academy, where danger and passion collide. Will she stay true to her mission, or will Felix prove to be the distraction that unravels everything she’s worked for?
houdini · 15.6K Views

Little Light Lord

[An Announcement from the Author: LLL will undergo major reformations! Expect a reboot of this confusing storyline sometime early January! Thank you for all of your support thus far.] Gods rule over the fundamental creations of life. Lords watch and rule over these Gods’ creations. Phos, the Lord of Light, found himself cornered by a sharpshooter in the dead of the night. This unlikely encounter led to destiny. — The marksman needed to kill a kind, beautiful man. From the photos, his target had crystalline orange eyes and glowing silver hair that cascaded down to the floor in waves. But, as with everything, the real man looked far more lucent and stunning. Like a soft light, like the first glimmer on the ocean’s surface as the Sun arose. Before he could raise his sniper’s rifle to extinguish this ray of light, however, the beautiful target pulled out a pistol and shot him straight in the abdomen. “I hope you don’t die. Good day.” With that, he swiftly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness, his long hair bouncing to his every crisp footstep. Leaving behind the confused marksman, who, dazed, clutched his new wound and slumped to the floor. Later on, the marksman managed to act stupid enough to gain his target’s trust. Showing his true colours, he toyed with a lock of his former victim’s hair, which was as silky and soft as he imagined. He held it to his lips, raised a corner of his black turtleneck to show the bulletwound on his abdomen, and whispered in a deep voice: “This wound, how will you repay it?” The original target, who shined like a dim candlelight under the rays of the moon, stretched up his bound arms to the hitman, brought a gentle hand to his skin, covered the wound… and with an unapologetic, professional business smile, he replied: “I’m sorry, are you really sure you have a scar there? How come I don’t see anything?” The marksman: … It’s because you’re covering it. The man he originally had to kill, who wore white silk pyjamas and a flame-like orange scarf every day and who looked like he could fall over with a slight push from the wind, was actually very resistant—and really, really pissed him off. Cover Art: nonsang_08 Upload Schedule: Every 3 days
E_S_Sonnomett · 21.9K Views

She is Mr.Mo's beloved

Xi Corporations. "Hey, isn’t that Ms. Su Mei?" one of the women whispered. "Su Mei? That dumb heiress? I heard she embarrassed herself in front of everyone," another employee added. "It gets worse… she usually doesn’t even speak or respond to people. After that accident on her 19th birthday, her parents ended up in a coma, and her brother was jailed for being drunk when he drove that evening," another person commented. "People say she’s possessed, and thanks to her uncle, Xi Corporation still survives," someone else said. "I hope the company’s next heir can be Xi Yuan. She’s from the prestigious Premier League," a man chimed in. "Premier League? The one that only a handful of people from our country attended?" a woman asked. "Yes… her English name is… ah… Sera." Su Mei, who had just come to deliver the document her uncle needed, sat motionless, her heart numb to the cruel words being spoken around her. But one word caught her attention—Sera. Lifeless and distracted, she walked onto the road, only to be almost hit by a car. Hospital. ‘Su Mei...wake up…’ Su Mei heard a voice as she endlessly ran down a road with no end in sight. ‘Su Mei...enough...stop running away…,’ the voice spoke again, but Su Mei seemed confused and resistant. ‘Su Mei… wake up… you have a lot to do. The past seven years of torture are enough. You’ve lived long enough like a lifeless doll… please wake up. Please…,’ Su Mei’s eyes widened in shock. ............ A blurred man’s image appeared in front of her. She frowned as it seemed like a known face. “Se… Senior?” Her husky voice blurted out before thinking. ............ After an hour. Su Mei woke up again, this time looking calm and composed— She raised her head, sensing an undeniable presence in the room. The nation’s hero, Mo Hui. Su Mei gulped as she stared at him. “My car hit you. I’ll make the compensation accordingly,” Mo Hui spoke, making her turn back to look at him. “No, no… Mr. Mo, I wasn’t in my right mind while crossing the road,” she immediately replied with a smile on her face. Seeing her vibrant self, Fu Lei almost dropped the fruit bowl he was holding. 'What in the world? Is she really the lifeless doll people spoke about? No way. ..................... “I thought you called me Senior,” his voice broke through, shattering her morale. She felt like cursing her impatient mouth. No, she couldn’t afford to get exposed. She couldn’t dare to... her life, her parents' lives, and her brother's... sigh... she couldn’t. So... “I’m not sure what Mr. Mo is talking about,” she shamelessly lied. ......................... “I said I’m not sure what Mr. Mo is saying…!” She walked back as she saw the distance between her and the wall decreasing. The man in front of her didn’t have a single intention to stop this from happening but rather was pushing her to the wall. “He touched you…” Mo Hui spoke as his voice sounded like a demon god at the moment. Su Mei reached her limits. “Senior… you promised to help me in the act… also, he was yet to touch my hand before I quickly avoided him,” Su Mei wanted to cry. “Doesn’t matter… his hand touched your wrist,” his dangerous voice came through. “Okay, okay… how about you sanitize with your kiss?” Su Mei helplessly spoke. Mo Hui walked towards her, holding her hand, slightly rolling her sleeve as his lips touched her hand. “Argh… Ah Hui w… we a… are in pu…blic…” She barely spoke as she tried to control her moans. Join me to witness… the savage and demonic heroine and her little love with her senior. P.S: Cover is not mine.
Haru_o1 · 15.9K Views
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