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Another Word For Entreat

One Word Changed, Characters in Chaos

Ye Xiao transmigrated into a world that combined several books, becoming the true heiress who was finally found. She thought she would finally have good days ahead. But it turned out, the Ye Family were all antagonists! Thankfully, she had a golden finger that could modify the plot. The elder brother's fiancee was pregnant with someone else's child, and married him under duress. Seven years later, her genius son found his real father, and in pursuit of a family reunion, drove the elder brother to suicide. This time. The heroine said tearfully, "I really do like you." Just add a word. The heroine said tearfully, "I really do like your money." The second brother was a god-like actor, pursued by an innocent young actress. However, the jealous patron behind the innocent actress flew into a rage and ruined the second brother's life. The innocent actress weakly fell into the second brother's arms. Just change one word. The innocent actress weakly bounced into the second brother's arms. Everyone was stunned. A three-meter jump on the spot, the Olympics welcome you. The third brother was a god in E-sports, with an assistant who was a klutzy sweet fool, always causing trouble. Eventually, she caused a huge disaster, and when the third brother fired her in a rage, he was accused of being cold and heartless by everyone. The klutzy sweet fool blinked her big eyes: "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it." Remove a word. The klutzy sweet fool blinked her big eyes: "I'm sorry. I really did mean it." Ye Xiao herself fared even worse, constantly being humiliated by the fake heiress and her bratty boyfriend, ending up in a miserable state. This time. The male lead walked up to her with a knife. Just change to. The male lead knelt down in front of her with a knife. Start by kneeling and repenting properly! As she modified the story, the fate of the whole family of villains changed, and she, too, became the super beloved of the family.
The Sheep Catching Stars · 1.4M Views

Another Doomsday: Moving for Peace, Waking Up Pregnant in Apocalypse

They say life’s full of plot twists—well, Bai Xiaotong’s life is more like a plot pretzel, twisted in all the wrong places. After centuries of fighting in dungeons that suddenly descended into the Murim World, she thought she'd earned a peaceful retirement after moving to another planet. Yet, after buying a dimensional ticket to cross realms, she ends up face-to-face with an even bigger disaster. Goodbye, dungeon gates and loot drop. Welcome to a world crawling with walking deads! Where each bite turns the living into rotting husks of undead. "I bought a wayfarer item to peacefully retire in another human world, not to clean up another horde of monsters! Do I look so bored to change places just to go hunting?! I didn’t sign up for this mess—” she grumbles, dodging a zombie horde. Why does it feel like she was attracting every apocalypse in the multiverse? Where’s the peaceful world she paid millions of cosmic credits for? Wait, did she pay for a doomsday subscription instead and was auto-renewing?! Damn. How could she end up in a dumpster fire, filled with weak humans who can’t even handle brain-dead corpses in a trance? “Seriously, how does anyone lose to that?” But in reality, it’s not the monsters and weak humans that are giving her gray hairs—it’s the fact that... “AHH! Why does my stomach keep on growing? Darn, it hurts, I think it’s going to explode!” “Ow shi— did I peed myself?” No. Wait, what the hell? Someone tell her, it wasn’t her water! The apocalypse? She can handle that. But childbirth during an apocalypse? That's a whole different level of nightmare. “Hey, you can’t come out yet!” This is insane. At least wait until she figures out where’s the father, ah! --- WSA2025 Entry
Azhe_ · 6.2K Views

For Me, For Us, For Everyone

Cigarette smoke curls in the stagnant air, the dim glow of a dying bulb casting twisted shadows against the walls littered with half-torn articles and red-thread connections. Somewhere between the ink-stained papers and the scattered pills, a man sits—silent, unmoving, staring blankly at a stuffed monkey in a clown suit. A detective, they call him. A man of justice, a solver of mysteries. But behind the applause and empty praises, behind the sharp smiles and hollow congratulations, he is nothing but a walking contradiction—one hand holding a case file, the other exchanging cash for little plastic sachets. His mind is a labyrinth of voices, whispers that coil around his thoughts like suffocating vines. His brother grins at him from the corners of his vision, eyes glinting with the truth he refuses to face. His father’s voice is gentle, forgiving—too forgiving. Too much for a man who doesn’t deserve it. Each pill swallowed is another step into the illusion, another moment of stolen happiness before the weight of reality drags him under. He walks the city streets, drowning in faces that admire him, loathe him, see him as something he is not. He is both a hero and a villain, a detective and a criminal, a man trying to outrun the past while shackled to its corpse. And at the end of the night, when the echoes of the world fall away, all that remains is the darkness, the whispers, and the suffocating truth—he can never escape them.
Zeisn · 0 Views
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