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You Said I Was Your Favourite Monica Murphy

I Am Your Luck

“My glorious Emperor, my existence is solely for you.” A little fairy of fortune undergoes a test to become a goddess. She takes on a human body and is sent to the past, losing her identity as a divine being. The only memory she has before descending is being told to put the bullied and worthless prince on the throne—by relying only on her own abilities. She quietly looked at the prince. The small child, with bruises and injuries all over, stared back with innocence. The miserable little prince was bullied all day, not daring to fight back with even the lowliest of servants. Despite being fed scraps of trash, he was grateful they remembered to even feed him. Everyone loathed and neglected him, yet he treated them all with kindness regardless. He was the first person she ever came across that was plagued by so many misfortunes! When asked if he wanted to change his future and become the emperor, the prince made no hesitation to refuse. “My imperial brothers say I am not worthy of the throne… I dare not covet what belongs to them. They say I should be good and not fight them. I dare not even wish for it.” The fairy of fortune sighed in frustration. How could she ever change this pitiful little prince into a firm and proud ruler, especially with this type of mentality! * After many trials and errors, the little fairy finally finished her job. As she was preparing to leave the mortal realm and return to the heavens, the little prince from before grabbed her hand with tears in his eyes. “Losing you will be my only misfortune.”
xiaojiu · 2.7K Views

What we never said

Fourteen was supposed to be an in-between year — too old for dolls, too young for love. But for Cara, it became the year everything changed. When her brother’s best friend, Callum Adler, starts spending more time at their house, Cara notices things most adults ignore. The bruises. The quiet. The way their mother starts folding extra laundry like it’s second nature. Callum's broken home becomes a secret the whole family carries, and Cara — wide-eyed, overlooked, and quietly growing — starts to fall for him in all the ways she shouldn’t. But Callum is four years older. Eighteen. Off-limits. Almost a man. And despite their quiet moments — the almosts, the shared glances, the night she asked to kiss him — he walks away without a goodbye, leaving her in the silence he helped create. Years pass. Cara grows. Builds a life. Finds herself. By eighteen, she’s no longer just Kaden’s little sister. She’s her own person — confident, loved, maybe even happy. But everything tilts when she runs into Callum again at a skating rink. Older, composed, and entirely unexpected. He’s not the same boy who used to sleep on her couch with bruises on his ribs — and she’s not the girl who watched him leave. But unfinished things have a way of circling back. Told in alternating perspectives of Cara and Callum, What We Never Said explores the slow burn of first love, the ache of timing, and what it really means to grow up — and grow apart — before finding your way back.
Lauren_Veal_0858 · 9.9K Views

I Killed My Favourite Story

Reality? Kind of a joke, honestly. Fiction? That’s where things actually started to make sense. I was ten when the curtain slipped. When I saw it—how everyone was just acting. Reciting lines they didn’t believe, chasing dreams they didn’t choose. Adults called it "growing up." I called it what it was—fake. So, I stopped playing along. While everyone else clung to the script, I escaped into stories. My favorite? No Happy Ending in the 999th Regression. Cale Ashblood—tragic, cursed, and stubborn as hell—died 998 times trying to fix a world that didn’t want saving. It was brutal. It was honest. It was the only thing that didn’t lie to me. Then the author died. And the publisher? They butchered the ending. Wrapped it up in something clean, hollow, marketable. I tried to let it go—I swear I did. But the anger never left. Twelve people. That’s how many I killed. Editors. Ghostwriters. Everyone who helped ruin the only thing I believed in. But here’s the part no one knows: I killed the original author. Not on purpose. One night. One stupid, drunk mistake. And that was enough. Now I’m bleeding out. Real world. Real consequences. No regrets, though. Except— The story didn’t end. I woke up inside it. Inside his world. Cale’s world. The one I knew better than my own life. Except now... it is my life. The World is still broken. The Constellations are still watching. And peace? Still a myth. But maybe this time, I get to write the ending. Maybe this time, the story’s mine. ---
Wish_499 · 52.8K Views
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