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Wang Yibo Y Xiao Zhan

Master Xiao, Your Wife Has Reborn

In her previous life, Su Jin was conspired by her family. Her baby was born through Caesarean birth, she had her eyes gouged out, and died tragically. When she was reborn, she suppressed the invincible Master Xiao. Her red lips lifted slightly as she said, "Handsome man, I see your yin tang has turned black. There will be a disaster in three days. If you want to resolve this calamity, marry me. I guarantee you will have safety, security, many children, and many blessings for the rest of your life.” Xi Chenxiao replied, “Get lost.” Three days later, he was rushed to the hospital. Su Jin said, “Handsome man, I reckon your heart may soon get pierced by an arrow.” Xi Chenxiao answered, “Get away from me!” Two days later, Xi Chenxiao was once again rushed to the hospital. Su Jin started, “Handsome man, I…” Xi Chenxiao interrupted her, “Stop! Let’s get married right now!” News of the overwhelmingly wealthy and powerful Xiaoye marrying the Su Family’s older daughter, a nobody, spread like wildfire. His brothers were puzzled but Master Xiao explained, “A wife to bless us with safety.” However, later… A fan asked, “Master Xiao, I heard that your wife is the world-famous voice actor.” Xi Chenxiao was confused. A reader asked, “Master Xiao, I heard that your wife is a greater writer.” Xi Chenxiao was confused. A little boy asked, “Master Xiao, I heard that your wife is a top hacker.” Xi Chenxiao was confused. “What are you guys talking about? My wife is a fortune teller!” [A little theatre] One day in a small, black house. Xi Chenxiao sat on a chair, his face a look of solemnity. “Tell me, then. How many more things are you hiding from me?” Su Jin shook her fingers and answered, “There aren’t many left, only that I’m a Qiuming Mountain racer, a certain boss in gaming, a certain talented right, and a special researcher of the International Research institute…” Xi Chenxiao was speechless. His wife was the real deal!
Qiaoqiao · 3.6M Views

TËSSÃ ãñd DARÆY

I closed my eyes, shutting out his face, trying to steady myself. But I could feel it—his surprise. The way his lips stilled for a fleeting moment before moving with mine told me he didn't expect this. Not from me. "Well done Tessa. You've outdone yourself" I thought, a quiet victory blooming inside me. And then, as if understanding my message he responded. His lips softened, calling to mine, pulling me in closer. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate, more consuming, as though he'd decided to match the boldness I'd thrown his way. This was real. Too real. I gave myself a warning, a fleeting whisper in the chaos of my mind: this shit is about to get real, girl. But it was too late. The ferocious rush of adrenaline coursing through me had already taken over. Butterflies danced in my stomach, fluttering wildly like they'd been let loose from a cage. I thought butterflies only happened when too people were inlove. So why—why is my body dancing to his tune ? His touch was quick, smooth and practiced. He knew exactly how to hold me, how to make my body respond. I was caught between surprise and satisfaction, entirely swept away. Of course, he knew what he was doing. I didn't expect someone like him to be inexperienced. He carried himself like a man who'd walk this path before. If he wanted to, I had no doubt he could have taken me here and now. The thought sent thrill down my spine,but also a jolt of clarity. I wasn't ready. I couldn't loose my virginity to someone I barely knew —whose name I didn't even know. Still he made me feel so much at once. Too much. I was floating, soaring high above the world while somehow still feeling grounded. I was up in the clouds—cloud six at most, but my body wasn't my own anymore. I couldn't feel it. Couldn't control it. It was as though I traded my sanity for this fleeting, intoxicating moment. I could no longer breathe. Every time I tried to take a breathe, he'd pull me right back into the moment and I'd loose myself all over again. It was overwhelming, intoxicating. What was wrong with him? Why wasn't he stopping? It was as if he wanted more—needed more. Like he was determined to dive deeper into the kiss. To explore every uncharted corner of it. Deeper? " Is there even a way to go deeper than this ? I thought to myself, my mind spinning. He'd gone through every kind of kiss I could imagine —soft, fiery, teasing, demanding. I didn't think there was anything left for him to try. But he didn't stop. I tried to push him away, my hands trembling against his chest. But before I could, he caught my wrist, his grip firm yet gentle, pulling me back into his hold. I couldn't escape. And truthfully? I didn't want to. I liked what I was feeling. No—i loved it. It was raw, Electric, addictive. My body craved it, craved him and I didn't want it to end. I wanted more. More until I couldn't feel anything else. Untill my body didn't know where it began and where it ended. Then like a splash of cold water, the sound of voices broke through my haze. " Hey, don't you think it's enough" I froze, reality crashing in. I had completely forgotten about them —our friends. I'd forgotten about everything: where I was, what I was doing, the fact that we were standing out here in broad daylight. The world around me felt like nothing more than a tool for this moment, as if the sunlight itself was feeding into the darkness we'd created together. It had been just us—only us. And now it was over.
Black_Diamond626 · 4.1K Views

Entre Sombras y Poder

Beatriz, la duquesa de una de las casas más poderosas del reino, vive atrapada en un matrimonio sin amor con Winston, el temido Duque de York. Su esposo, conocido por su crueldad y su capacidad para matar sin titubear, es respetado y temido por todos, incluido el rey. El matrimonio entre ellos fue un acuerdo político, un intercambio de poder entre familias, sin espacio para el amor o el consentimiento de Beatriz. Desde su boda, su vida ha sido una prisión dorada, marcada por la distancia emocional y el constante desprecio. Winston no oculta sus infidelidades, y su relación con Clara, una sirvienta arrogante y descarada, se convierte en una humillación constante para Beatriz. Clara disfruta del favor del duque, se sienta en su regazo, lo acaricia y ríe con él frente a los ojos de Beatriz, sin importarle lo que esta piense. Mientras Winston se regodea en su desprecio, Beatriz observa en silencio, con la furia ardiendo en su interior. Esa noche, durante la cena, Winston lleva su desprecio a un nuevo nivel. En un gran comedor iluminado por candelabros dorados y rodeado de lujos, hace que Clara se siente en su regazo mientras continúa la velada sin ningún pudor. Los sirvientes, testigos del espectáculo de humillación, no se atreven a levantar la mirada. Beatriz, sentada al otro extremo de la mesa, mantiene una apariencia serena, pero su interior hierve con rabia contenida, como un volcán a punto de explotar. Beatriz ha soportado esta farsa durante demasiado tiempo. Aunque Winston la ve como una esposa sumisa y débil, su calma esconde una mente afilada y un espíritu indomable. Mientras Winston se regocija en su crueldad, Beatriz comienza a trazar en silencio un plan. Sabe que la paciencia puede ser una poderosa arma, y aunque todos temen al duque, Winston subestima a la mujer que lleva años ignorando. Pronto, Beatriz aprenderá a jugar su propio juego de poder. La cena, aparentemente rutinaria, podría marcar el principio de un cambio. Esta noche, Beatriz decidirá si sigue siendo un peón en el tablero de Winston, o si finalmente toma el control y se convierte en la jugadora maestra en el gran juego del poder.
Shelvy_Aguiar · 411 Views
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