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A Note in the Café

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee swirled through the small café. Mia, a talented but self-doubting columnist, finds solace in her favorite neighborhood café, where the comforting hum of coffee machines and quiet conversations inspire her best work. Across the room sits a reserved bookshop owner with a passion for literature and a knack for lingering in the background. Mia noticed him, how he had a quiet intensity about him that intrigued her. But she was too reserved to approach, so their interactions were limited to fleeting glances and unspoken words. One destined morning, a torn page from reserved bookshop owner's favorite novel flutters to Mia’s feet. Scrawled in the margins is a note that reads: “If we wait for the perfect moment, it may never come.” Assuming it’s an accidental drop, Mia returns the page, only to learn this man left it for her intentionally—a quiet declaration of interest from a man who has admired her from afar. What starts as a hesitant introduction blossoms into a connection neither of them expected. As Mia helped him rediscover his long-abandoned dream of becoming a writer, he teaches her to embrace spontaneity and trust her instincts. Together, they prove that love, like the best stories, often begins with a leap of faith and a touch of serendipity. Set against the warm and inviting backdrop of their favorite café, "A Note in the Café" is a heartwarming tale about finding courage, following your heart, and discovering that the perfect moment is the one you create together.
Rareer_Gem · 4.9K Views

From DEMON to TRASH: The rise of Demonic Emperor Zhiyun

In a world filled with deceit and treachery, Huang Zhiyun, the second Demonic Emperor, once placed his trust and affection in a child he considered his own. Yet, what he believed to be his greatest bond turned out to be the very poison that led to his downfall and ruin Consumed by betrayal and driven to the brink of self-destruction, Zhiyun welcomed death’s embrace. But just when the darkness closed in, an unknown being intervened. “It would be a shame to let someone as intriguing as you simply perish,” it murmured, a wicked, formless smile stretching across the void. Awakening in the frail body of a crippled child, Zhiyun found himself back at square one. But weakness did not frighten him—armed with vengeance and unshakable resolve, he vowed to climb back to the top and exact brutal retribution on those who had wronged him. “Yuzhe, Celestial Kings… wait for me. I will show you the true meaning of suffering.” Yet, as Zhiyun treads the path of vengeance, he begins to confront truths he never anticipated. The fragility of mortals… “To think I can die just from hunger, interesting…” The complexity of human emotions… “Am I poisoned? Why is my heart beating so fast?” And the profound meaning of the Dao… “Elder, please make me your disciple.” Will Zhiyun reclaim his throne and fulfill his thirst for revenge? Or will his journey lead him to uncover something far greater than power itself? Follow the rise of a ruthless Demonic Emperor as he is reborn—not only to seek vengeance, but to face a challenge he never foresaw: the hidden truths of the world and the uncharted depths of his own soul. ———— Authors note: Hi mina saaannn! so happy to be here! this is my first official book. I technically dont have any goal in writing this novel, I just want to get them out of my head or else ill go crazy crazy ahahaha … xD Anyway! im not very good in making a summary and book cover so please excuse me. I hope this does not discourage any of you to read the book and give it a shot. Thank you! :D
PineappleAri · 8.8K Views

The Monster Hunter's Notes

On the day I was born, my village was struck by a series of bizarre events. First, Old Wang's white-haired dog, which had been with him for eight years, donned a black robe and stood upright, wandering the streets before stopping at my house to bow. Meanwhile, a horde of unusually large rats with blood-red eyes scurried through the streets, gathering at my doorstep and refusing to leave. This unusual sight enraged the village cats, sparking a fierce battle. Contrary to their usual behavior, the rats fearlessly clashed with the cats, leading to a gruesome scene with casualties on both sides. The villagers watched in stunned silence, while the elderly commented that such unnatural occurrences were omens of chaos as per ancient beliefs. That night, the strange occurrences continued with eerie opera singing emanating from an open space near my home. Curious onlookers ventured out only to discover the performers were figures made of paper, and the audience was a motley crew of supernatural beings surrounding a coffin. Inside the coffin, an old woman watched the spectacle with great interest. This sight terrified the villagers, who fled back to their homes, praying fervently for divine intervention from every deity they knew. The entire village, including my family, spent a sleepless night in fear. The following day, the creatures had vanished, leaving behind a mess that confirmed the night's events were not a dream. In rural areas, such supernatural incidents were often taken seriously, causing widespread alarm and speculation about a curse on my family. My grandfather, dressed in tattered clothes, rushed from the mountains and without explanation, began to beat my father and uncles severely, afterwards holding me and weeping bitterly. He ominously remarked that I was born a "bearer of sins, despised by both humans and ghosts," hinting at a mysterious affliction tied to my existence. That night, I developed a high fever and struggled between life and death, with my grandfather and uncles fighting off a malevolent spirit attempting to drain my life force. They fell ill from the ordeal, taking a month to recover. Years later, I learned of my grandfather's reasons for naming me Zhang Jiu Zui, meaning "Nine Sins," reflecting the burdens I carried from birth. Despite my introverted nature, inherited from my father's quiet demeanor, my grandfather took pride in my disinterest in worldly affairs, often taking me to his well-kept but humble abode filled with books on exorcism, folklore, and esoteric knowledge. I spent years immersed in these tales of demons and diviners, shaping my understanding of the world until academic pressures from high school forced me to visit less. My high school years ended in disappointment when illness ruined my chances at university exams, an event my grandfather oddly celebrated as fortunate. After deciding to retake the exams, my life took an unexpected turn when several luxury cars arrived at our village, heading straight for my grandfather's humble home. The well-dressed occupants from the cars approached with formal documents, knocking on his door with a sense of urgency and respect.
jackpoker · 3.3K Views
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