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Tears And Fears And Feeling Proud

Proud senior schoolgirl was tender and sweet, we fell in love

[No turning back to old love + single female lead + daily sweetness + no system, no Golden Finger + relaxation & healing + long-lasting romance] "Xie Xiao, you can't just stop wanting me after being so good to me for three years and getting me used to it. What do these three years between us amount to?" Zhou Mianmian looked at Xie Xiao with tears blurring her eyes and a pitiful expression. "Consider it my bad luck," Xie Xiao said indifferently with a glance at her. "Are you mad at me because I didn't agree to be with you?" Zhou Mianmian reached out to grab his hand, her voice pleading, "Then let's be together now, okay?" "You deserve someone better than me," Xie Xiao dodged her hand, pulling the beautiful girl by his side into his arms, "Wife, let’s go." Now that I'm reborn, let someone else be the lovestruck fool. Xie Xiao just wants to live a sweet life holding the tsundere treasure of a girl he overlooked for years~ ---- In his past life, Xie Xiao was blind, unable to tell the difference between a scheming girl and a treasure. To buy milk for the scheming girl, he got hit by a car and was paralyzed in bed for three years. In the end, the scheming girl turned around and went with another lovestruck fool. Instead, there was a proud and cute girl by his side... Until her accidental death... Xie Xiao closed his eyes in despair... If only time could be turned back...
Curl loves to eat steamed twisted rolls · 412.2K Views

The C.E.O's proud wife

"oh Jesus quit shouting,if you are scared, let's change the movie or you'll just close your eyes" Jaycee deadpanned "buzz kill! why will I close my eyes? are you dumb? stupid!!" Melanie deadpanned "then let go of my arm"he retorted Melanie Archer's grip on Jaycee's arm tightened,she made a naughty smile and said"shut up and scream along with me"... Not until today had Jaycee seen a crazy person,he loves this woman so much,so he screamed along with her even though he wasn't scared of the movie.. Couple years back*** "Mel can't you see? nobody wants you here,your sight alone disgust me,face it you are barren"Ethan Fordham shouted angrily "I am not... am not barren,please Ethan stop saying this things to me.." Melanie pleaded,her everything wants to leave her,if her life leaves her,she might die,no! she can't let go of Ethan,the thought made her head spin,she prayed and hoped all this was an illusion,that it will come to an end,but no this was reality,good things don't last forever in this accursed world.. "Ex Mrs Ethan,what made you steal from "ethereal beauty"?" journalist 1 deadpanned. "is it true you insulted Mrs Ethan Tiana and refused her generosity?" Mel just stared at the press,her heart hitting against her rib cage,she looked at Ethan,he knew how much she hated the public,press,media, that's why she has always been on a low key,but Ethan clenched Tiana's waist tightly and stared at her with disgust in his eyes and hatred with a devilish smirk dancing at the edge of his lips.. Melanie's eyes were glassy,tears started rolling down her cheeks,she whispered "please leave me alone,I never attempted stealing, I didn't steal,Ethan please help" she never for one day, thought that Ethan would turn to her worst nightmare,the only shoulders that she leaned on when facing difficulties are now gone.. Melanie left for Dutch,never thinking of having revenge,just to focus on herself and find her part again since Cupid deserted her.. deep down she knew she won't survive long and would run back to Ethan,she knew going back to him,is an act of stupidity,she didn't want to look vulnerable or desperate,she really tried to hate him,but her heart betrayed her,her heart said no.. "Ethan what have you done to me?"
Mamma_Mamma · 7.1K Views

THE SHAPE OF FEAR

The Shape of Fear is a suspenseful psychological thriller that delves deep into the darkness of a family’s cursed legacy. Told from the first-person point of view of Jemima, the novel follows her harrowing journey as she is drawn into the sinister world of the Vancourt family, who have been haunted for generations by supernatural forces. After the death of her husband, Sage, Jemima is contacted by a lawyer from the Vancourt estate, revealing that her late husband left an inheritance for their children, Kaius and Amari. However, to claim it, Jemima and her children must travel to the Vancourt mansion, a place that holds dark secrets and a disturbing history. As Jemima ventures into the mansion, she is confronted by the malevolent energy that still lingers there, alongside the powerful and intimidating Ryker Vancourt, the patriarch of the family. Throughout the novel, Jemima uncovers the horrifying truth about the Vancourts and the curse that has bound them for centuries. As she digs deeper, she discovers that her own husband, Sage, may have been a victim of the curse, and his death was not an accident but a desperate attempt to protect his family. Jemima is thrust into a world of dark rituals, ghosts, and unrelenting fear as she faces the supernatural forces that continue to haunt the Vancourt estate. The novel expertly blends suspense, emotional turmoil, and horror as Jemima’s protective instincts for her children push her to confront the truth behind the curse, even if it means facing unimaginable dangers. Alongside the supernatural threats, Jemima must also navigate the complex relationships within the Vancourt family, particularly with Ryker and his daughter Thalia, whose true motives remain unclear. As the story progresses, Jemima’s son, Kaius, begins to exhibit disturbing abilities, suggesting that the curse is not only affecting her family but is slowly taking hold of them as well. The mounting tension builds to a terrifying climax as Jemima learns that to break the curse, she must make an impossible choice: sacrifice herself or her children. The novel concludes with a chilling realization that, although the curse may be broken, the lingering shadow of fear will never fully leave Jemima and her children. The Shape of Fear is a tale of love, sacrifice, and survival, exploring the idea that some legacies are too dark to escape, no matter how hard you fight. The narrative style, using first-person point of view, creates a deep emotional connection with Jemima, allowing readers to experience her fear, confusion, and determination as she unravels the horrifying truth of her family’s past. With rich character development, a strong sense of atmosphere, and shocking twists, this book offers an unsettling exploration of the supernatural, familial bonds, and the cost of breaking free from a cursed past.
uchenna_basil · 2.9K Views

Crimson Tears Of The Divine

Amidst the sea of fallen comrades, their lifeblood staining the earth, a solitary figure rises above the carnage. He stands atop a gruesome curtain of death, his longsword an instrument of divine wrath. In its gleam, one could sense a challenge to the very gods themselves. We were fools to face him; my comrades paid the price in their own flesh and blood. A desperate realization claws at my mind – a realization that I must escape this blood-soaked field and bring dire warning to the holy excellencies. I looked at my remaining comrades they instantly realized what I was thinking. They must know of this relentless force, this harbinger of doom. I looked at my comrades and as I turn to flee, fate intervenes, and our eyes lock in a moment of eerie connection. He looked at me and my comrades with his crimson red eyes. He swung his sword towards me. Why is the world upside down? I thought. Then I realized that my head was cut by his crimson sword. Time slows to a crawl as I find myself caught in the deadly dance of his blade. I see the malevolence in his eyes, a reflection of the abyss that has claimed so many. He cut through my comrades without batting an eye. The red moon casts an ominous glow upon the battlefield, and his crimson silhouette, now moving away, becomes a spectacle against the crimson canvas. With an inexplicable calmness, I embrace the darkness. As he strides away, the embodiment of destruction and beauty, I can't help but smile like a fool. Amidst the ruins and the echoes of my demise, I whisper to myself, "Beautiful!" - a final tribute to the twisted elegance that accompanies the brutality of this merciless crimson devil.
CelestialMountain · 2.8K Views
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