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Why Can'T We Be Friends

Can We Say No to Divorce?

Bei Ran lay on the operating table, Gu Qingchen was her surgeon. His eyes, deep as the Aegean Sea, gazed at her: "Honey, it's been four years since we got married, and you're still afraid of me?" Honey? Last night he already threw a divorce agreement at her, what right does he have to call her that? In City A, Gu Qingchen is a long-lasting legend. He is a leading figure in the medical field and a major shareholder in a Fortune 500 company, capable of great influence in the business world. He only needed an obedient wife. Bei Ran was so 'obedient' that he never had to worry. The four-year marriage was just a matter of agreement, but who is the one lingering endlessly after the divorce? She accidentally fell into water at a wedding she was hosting, he said: "Beg me, you know I'm always responsive to your demands!" "Gu Qingchen, we're divorced!" Bei Ran couldn't stand it anymore! He laughed coldly: "Bei Ran, we've been married for four years, you have a five-year-old daughter, do you really want to die here?" Bei Ran was shocked, he knew? Would he fight her for her daughter? Gu Qingchen could never have imagined that the chubby little bun in front of him was actually his biological daughter! "Bei Ran, you hid it from me for five years, always flawlessly obedient before me, tell me, how should I punish you?" Gu Qingchen raised a bloodthirsty smile. Could she possibly not tell him there is also a son who looks just like him! Theater Version: The teacher informed Bei Ran that her son had used a scalpel in school to investigate the cause of death of poisoned small animals. Her daughter was causing a stir in school with her stock trading. In her anger, she said, "No one to take you to school today, take the bus yourselves." The daughter sought help from Gu Qingchen but got no response, so she said: "Yesterday, a pretty aunt stayed in Dad's office for an hour, and her skirt was super short." The twins truly had a shared understanding; the son said: "The station manager hugged Mom yesterday, even kissed her cheek, and said he would never let go!" Bei Ran and Gu Qingchen spoke in unison: "Trying to sow discord, you're still too naive, go to school yourselves!" The siblings shouldered their backpacks and went to take the bus, while the couple returned to the bedroom, closing the door behind them. She leapt onto him, her fiery temper on full display: "You actually stayed with that woman for an entire hour?" He was overbearingly domineering: "Damn it, which part of you did he kiss, I will seal his mouth with a scalpel!"
Lazy Color · 200.3K Views

Things We Don’t Talk About

——— I woke up to fingers running gently through my hair. At first, I thought I was dreaming, until the lullaby began. Low. Melodic. But wrong. It was that same language I'd heard through the walls, the one that makes your stomach twist and your teeth clench. She sat on the edge of my bed, I can’t see her face; it’s swallowed by the dark. But her hand keeps moving, slow and rhythmic, stroking my hair like she’s lulling something else to sleep. Her eyes are half-closed, swaying as she hums that twisted tune. And then I realize— I forgot to turn on my bedroom light before falling asleep. I kept my breathing slow and shallow, pretending to sleep. limbs screaming to move, to run, but something in me knows: Don’t let her know you’re awake. Don’t move. The singing stops. She sniffles. A choked, trembling sob leaks through her lips. She starts crying quietly, like she’s trying not to be heard. Like she’s afraid. “No...” she whispers, her voice cracking like a child’s. “He still dreams like a child… still soft…” I almost convince myself she’s sleep-talking— Until her hand suddenly tangles in my hair and pulls. I flinched and let out a sharp gasp. "Mama—!" She goes still. Her grip loosened… then shifts. Her fingers wrapped tightly around my trembling arms. Her face inches closer. I can smell her breath,..warm, wrong, too close. Her eyes are wide with terror. Her voice shakes as she hisses: “Don’t say anything." "Don’t say a word anymore.” I was too scared to speak. I couldn't even nod. She held me like that for a long, shuddering moment. Her breath was hot and ragged against my cheek. Her hands were too tight, like if she lets go, I’ll vanish. Her eyes darting around the room. Then, like a switch flipping, she goes completely still. "Mom?" I whispered, so softly it barely made a sound. She was at eye level with me. But she wasn't looking at me. She looked past me. Behind me.... No... no. It’s happening AGAIN. . This is not a safe novel. It's a collection of short, self-contained stories, each chapter unraveling a new descent, a different nightmare. Some stories are brief. Others not so. No heroes. No clean endings. Just answers that should have stayed buried. Read alone if you must. But don't say we didn't warn you. Reader Warning: This series contains psychological horror, disturbing imagery, death, and paranormal themes. Reader discretion is advised. Each chapter is a self-contained story, perfect for short, spine-tingling reads.
RongKing · 10.2K Views

My Unreliable Reader Can't Be This Cute?

Ren Amaki, a struggling webnovelist, unexpectedly dies after publishing the final chapter of his beloved fantasy series, The Veil of Aethel. His only consistent reader, a passionate commenter, leaves a heartfelt final message expressing sadness that the story is over and wishing she could live in its world. A mysterious power grants that wish, but with a twist. Ren awakens, reborn as "The Chronicler," in a world that is his novel, The Veil of Aethel, but it's fundamentally altered. The characters, plotlines, and even the laws of the world are different from what he meticulously wrote. Adding to his confusion is Aria, a quirky, chatty "Author System" voice in his head. Ren soon discovers Aria is none other than his loyal reader, now manifested in a pseudo-physical, undeniably cute, and fiercely possessive form. Unbeknownst to her, she's unknowingly responsible for reshaping his entire world with her deeply held visions and desires for the story. Armed with his unique Echo Resonance powers (the ability to manipulate and perceive through sound) and saddled with Aria's unpredictable, chaotic narrative "nudges," Ren must now navigate his own warped creation. Together, this unlikely author-and-reader duo embarks on a journey to understand what happened, untangle the consequences of these changes, and deal with the increasingly bizarre threats that emerge. All while Ren grapples with the realization that the world-shaping force interfering with his story (and his life!) might just be the cutest, most unreliable companion he's ever had.
The_Sacred_Flame · 2.4K Views

Who Says I Can't Be A Villain?

Asher never liked following the rules. In his old world, he was just a regular guy, stuck with the same boring life and no real power. But when he got thrown into a new world, he thought things would finally be different. Instead, he became an extra. Just another background character with no special abilities, no status. It pissed him off. How could he, someone who always wanted to break free and live on his own terms, end up like this again, even in a new world? Then, the System appeared. [Ding] [System implementation process begins; you are chosen to inherit a personalized System. You can choose to become a Great Hero or an Evil Villain. By completing tasks assigned to you based on the path you choose, you can earn mystical rewards, wealth, and power beyond your wildest imagination. Do you accept the System?] Asher stared at the glowing message, his frustration boiling over. Hero? That was a joke. Heroes followed rules, played by society’s ideals, and lived to help others. He’d had enough of that nonsense. “I don’t need to be a hero,” Asher muttered, his voice laced with contempt. “I’ve been held back enough. I’m done with that. I’ll do things my way.” Without a second thought, he clicked on the Villain option. He wasn’t about to waste time pretending to be someone he wasn’t. [Ding] [Villain path chosen. Rewards will be granted upon completion of tasks.] A cold, wicked grin spread across Asher’s face. This was it. No more being an extra. No more following anyone’s rules. Now, he had the chance to take control, to carve out his own future with power, wealth, and freedom. The world would bend to his will. “Who says I can’t be a villain?” Asher whispered, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. "Let them try to stop me." ***** No NTR , No Yuri
Crimson_Quill · 2.3K Views
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