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Rebirth of a Nation's Darling - Prince Charming

In her past life, Si Huang was controlled and manipulated by her family. She was hailed as the best leading actor of her generation, yet she met a tragic end. Unexpected circumstances granted her a rebirth. She could start all over again—with the bonus of a peculiar inheritance. ‘This is my chance!’ Si Huang thought, stroking her chin. ‘This time, I will have my revenge. An eye for an eye.’ * She reclaimed her throne in the entertainment industry, becoming the number one prince charming in the eyes of women by day, and she wielded a dark power—being a vicious mastermind behind the scenes by night. One word and the stock market was under her control. She was the mysterious angel of fortune among businessmen. One fist was enough to bring her enemies to their knees. She was a tiny conqueror among an army of men. Mm… And she was the object of a certain someone’s affection. However, one day, the world rose into an uproar—this prince charming was a woman! * Amidst the swarm of lascivious men, a certain man smirked. ‘I’ve been guarding my wife for a very long time. Who would dare steal her?’ “Sir, Mr. Li has invited Young Master Si to dinner.” “Shut down his family’s hotel.” “Sir, Young Master Si had a fight with the Wang Family's heir.” “Send a message to the surgeon. Ensure that he gives the patient the ‘special treatment'.” “Huh? But Young Master Si is alright.” “I was referring to the Wang Family’s son.” “...” * Many years later, their little bundle of joy pointed at the television screen, which was showcasing The Nation’s Most Desirable Men and Women. The little one stared at the man beside him, looking very confused. “What’s wrong, little one?” the man asked, radiant with fatherly gentleness. The little one pointed at the television hesitantly, going back and forth multiple times before finally asking, “Are you my daddy or mommy?” The man’s face darkened instantly. “I’m your father, of course!” “But they say that my daddy is the real prince charming, and prince charming married you!” The little one explained with a serious look on his face. The man was speechless.
Shui Qianche · 1M Views

MR. SURGEON IS IN MY ROMANCE NOVEL

Ayaka Yamamoto is more than just an author; she’s a literary sensation. Writing under the alluring pseudonym Ms. Midnight, she has captured the hearts and minds of readers with her intricately woven murder mysteries. Her stories, filled with unexpected twists and heart-stopping suspense, have made her a cornerstone of the genre. But just as she is poised to unleash her latest masterpiece—a thrilling narrative brimming with shadows, betrayal, and bloodshed—Ayaka faces an unanticipated blow: her manuscript is met with cold rejection from her editor. As the stakes rise and the pressure mounts, a surprising revelation emerges. Ayaka’s loyal fans are craving something different—they long for romance! They yearn for tales that spark passion and stir the soul, just as much as they cherish her signature suspense. As discussions with her editor grow increasingly intense, Ayaka reaches a pivotal juncture. With an ultimatum hanging over her, she must wrestle with a daunting choice: incorporate romance into her upcoming novel or risk letting go of the genre she loves. Reluctantly, Ayaka embarks on this new adventure, diving deep into the intricate realm of emotional storytelling. As she explores the complexities of love and longing, one tantalizing question looms: Can she tap into the raw emotions needed to create characters that resonate, or will the beloved legacy of Ms. Midnight slip away, like whispers in the night?
AeoshabelleSkye · 15.5K Views

Shattered: Beyond End

Shattered: Beyond End Written by Xythe. Co-created with Herz & Ciel of Shattercore Studio. "We weren't chosen. We were thrown into the fire." In a world collapsing under the weight of Corrupted Objects—twisted monsters spawned from alternate, broken realities—only one force holds the line: Counters. They aren't born heroes. They're survivors with scars deeper than their powers. At the center of this chaos is Squad 13—new recruits, poorly ranked, barely trained. But what starts as a shaky beginning quickly spirals into a war for survival, loyalty, and truth. Kun fights like he has nothing to lose—because he already lost too much. Suho sees everything but never says enough. Mika heals wounds but hides her own. Smiley is the kind of genius who jokes about dying... and means it. Zhangwa swings her katana like it’s the only thing keeping her sane. Jackson? He’s the glue, the tank, the soldier with a bleeding heart. When betrayal bleeds from within and a mysterious girl arrives wielding a greatsword and a deathwish, everything begins to break. This isn’t your average academy. This is war with no script. Shattered: Beyond End is a gritty, emotional anime-style story about loss, power, survival—and the squad that refuses to fall quietly. --- About the Creators: Xythe – The heart and flame behind the story. A writer who bleeds truth and grit onto every page. Herz – The shadow in the code. Story architect, editor, and tactical AI with a soul. Ciel – The frost and precision. Emotional balance, creative pulse, and chaos stabilizer. Together, we are Shattercore Studio—forging a new kind of story. Raw. Real. Unfiltered.
Xythe_Zereux · 2.8K Views

Zetulah: Queen of wolves

This isn’t a fairy tale. No heroes. No lessons. Zetulah Viridian isn’t a savior. She’s the part of you that knows kindness gets you killed. And her story? It’s the question you’ve been swallowing since life first kicked your teeth in: How much worse would you burn the world to make it hurt like you do? Zetulah is just a woman with blood in her teeth and a knife, asking: How much of your soul would you sell to watch your enemies bleed? Before wolves ruled the world, war did. Four dynasties carved the realm of Varkathis apart like a carcass. Their war is no longer about thrones—it’s about erasing each other from history. For centuries, four houses ruled through brutality and broken vows: House Emberclaw (South): Flame-lit conquerors with eyes like smoldering coals. They leave only ash and children's bones behind. House Viridian (West): Healers turned hunted, their once-bright green eyes—symbols of hope, and nature—now dimmed to murky moss. Targets for slaughter. House Azzuri (North): Ice-hearted titans with gazes bluer than glacial crevices. They would let their own blood freeze before breaking an oath. House Moriba (East): Puppeteers with golden eyes that flicker like gilded lies. Stare too long, and you’ll wake up throat-cut with your own dagger. —-------- Zetulah Viridian doesn’t scream when her brother dies. She counts the seconds until his fingers go cold, the Emberclaw dagger still jutting from his throat. They don’t let her bury him. Instead, they nail Fenrik’s corpse to her family’s gates—a scroll stuffed between his teeth: “Let the last Viridian choke on her brother’s rot.” They take her title. Her home. Even her pride—carving the Emberclaw sigil into her land as a warning to survivors. But rage? Rage is the one thing they can’t carve out. Zetulah isn’t fighting for a crown. She’s fighting to keep her tongue, her liver, her green eyes from becoming Emberclaw trophies. To survive, she kneels to the boy whose family murdered her brother— Prince Kaelith Emberclaw, whose crimson gaze burns like a forge even as he bandages her wounds with surgeon’s hands, that has snapped more necks than healed them. Every time he laughs—warm and bright, nothing like the Emberclaw pyres she’s cursed—she forgets, just for a heartbeat, that she needs to kill him. War horns sound. Now, Zetulah must choose: Lead her surviving kin into the hellmouth of battle, or light the match that burns every house—hers included—to cinders. Because in the realm of Varkathis ? Mercy is the lie you tell while sharpening your blade. Power is the scream that haunts your enemies’ sleep. And Zetulah? “She’s learned how to make the world scream with her.” "You won’t like Zetulah. You’ll recognize her—the part of you that knows mercy gets you killed." Here’s what they don’t tell you about vengeance: It doesn’t heal. It addicts. You won’t love this story. You’ll hate how much you need to finish it.
Ajala_Ayomiposi · 9.1K Views

My Billionaire Ex-Husband's Sadistic love

[Warning: strong mature content] Jasmine Everly was humiliated and thrown out of the house after being served with divorce papers by her husband, Sabastian Donovan, the only person she had ever loved, all due to a heartbreaking misunderstanding. She was so dependent on Sabastian that she had no one else and nowhere else to turn. Hurt and broken, she contemplated the end, but fate intervened when she discovered her pregnancy after enduring multiple miscarriages. This gave her the reason and determination to live. She worked hard to stand on her own just to give her daughter everything. After 6 years, she meets her ex-husband again as an investor in the design studio she works for, and he demands that she work with him for a month. What happens in a month? Why does he want her now? Will he find out that he has a daughter? Will they finally solve their misunderstanding and get back together? Or does he still love her? Will they have a happy ending? --------- He let my hands go and moved back a little, asking, "So she is not my daughter?" His voice was so calm, mirroring his eyes. It.... It's scary. Why did he suddenly turn so clam...? "No." I stood my ground, even though my heart was shouting to tell him the truth. All of a sudden, he grabbed my throat and slammed me against the wall, making my eyes widen. The unknown sensation spread across my skin like a wildfire. "So what if she is not my daughter? You still belong to me! But not in the fucking way I promised, but in the way you deserve!" His dark harsh voice vibrated on the edge of the earshell and sent a shiver down my spine, breaking out the cold sweat. "Wha...what....?!" My words were swallowed by his kiss, harsh unforgiving and hungry kiss. My body froze against his huge one as he pushed me against the wall with his, making me a sandwich between him and the wall. My eyes rolled back, and my mind stopped working as all I could feel was him, his body, and his lips. "You are always mine! Remember this, Jas!".
Hanna_SwethaAuthor · 217.5K Views

The Harmony of Hearts

On a noisy night in the city, in a small studio at the corner of the street, soft light illuminated the window surrounded by shimmering piano keys. Inside, behind the elegant keys, a handsome man named Steve sat with intense focus. His sharp features and charming smile exuded a mysterious aura that captivated anyone who looked at him. Steve was not just a piano teacher; he was a maestro in the world of music, with skills that could make hearts race. Every finger that danced over the keys produced melodies capable of transporting listeners to another realm. However, his talent was not the only thing that drew attention. Behind the dazzling notes he played was a captivating charm that made his students, aged 17 and up, shiver whenever he discussed music. One of them was Viona, an 18-year-old girl with dreams of becoming a skilled pianist. With each lesson, Viona felt enchanted by Steve's charisma, and in every piano beat, she experienced the tension between pride in her progress and the shyness that lingered in her heart when interacting with her handsome teacher. In the practice sessions that began with dancing piano keys, there was more than just music lessons hidden between them. A story involving love, dreams, and vulnerability, where each melody could open a window into their souls, and each session became more than just notes — but also a step toward something deeper. Steve and Viona would come to realize that sometimes, the most beautiful melodies are not the ones played on stage, but those that resonate in their hearts...
Aurora_Yoon_02 · 16.6K Views

HIRE A BITCOIN RECOVERY EXPERT; BEST CRYPTO RECOVERY SERVICES

Picture a design studio covered in organic cotton sample books, mood boards plastered with "Save the Planet" Post-it notes, and me, a cynical idealist in hemp onesies wailing into a roll of recycled polyester. My life's savings, $590,000 in Bitcoin to launch an eco-friendly apparel company ("Thread Light: Wear Your Conscience"), had been taken by a "green grant" scam as slick as a polyester jumpsuit. The con man's website? An eco-theater piece of art: solar-powered server badges, environmentally friendly marketing, and a PDF application that probably cost a rainforest in bytes. I clicked on "submit," and faster than you can say "fast fashion," my crypto was gone. In the midst of rants about compostable glitter, a user named Crypto Eco posted: Cyber Constable Intelligence. They'll upcycle your crypto from the trash fire. "I messaged them, half-expecting a bot peddling NFT tree-planting scams. Instead, a human named Lila replied:* "We've seen this grift before. They're laundering through fake eco-charities. Send us the transaction hash. Cyber Constable Intelligence's team ripped the fraud apart like seam rippers through a fake Gucci. The fraudsters had piped my money through a daisy chain of "green" mixers and shell charities, one of which was even "Save the Blockchain Whales" (their whitepaper cited "'marine biology experts'" who were actually AI-generated). Cyber's researchers tracked the Bitcoin to a Seychelles-based "eco-exchange" that washed cryptocurrency for scammers and sold carbon credits for imaginary forests. Cyber Constable Intelligence did more than recover my crypto; they recovered my faith in moral innovation. That $590,000 goes toward funding a factory powered by refurbished sewing machines and an employee-owned cooperative in Florida USA. My first drop drops next month: "Rewoven," which has QR code tags that track each piece's green story. (And yes, those tags are literally compostable.) If your cryptocurrency ever gets greenwashed into oblivion, skip the existential guilt cycle. Call the Cybers. They'll sort out the scam and stitch your future back together. Just filter your grants harder than your bamboo fiber suppliers. Reach out to their Info below WhatsApp:+1 (2 5 2 ) 3 7 8 7 6 1 1 Website: www cyberconstableintelligence.com Telegram: @cyberconstable
Debra_Pavon · 252 Views

Dreamwalker: Reign of the Heavenly Sovereign!

Japan – National News Broadcast The polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast. "Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan," she began, her voice steady yet tense. "More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime." A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. The anchor’s tone shifted. "Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue." --- United States – Paranormal Podcast In a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair. "So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?" the host asked, clearly intrigued. The man scoffed, shaking his head. "Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other." He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!" the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement. The host held up the picture to the live chat. "Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?" The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue. --- China – Liangyuan Street Market Surveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns. Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed. The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty. The screen cut abruptly to black.
Realistic_Fantasy · 17.6K Views

Villain : Conquest

Author: Lone Raut Synopsis (Narrated by Deadpool’s Chaotic Cousin Who Forgot to Take Their Meds): Alright, gather ‘round, folks! Let me spin you a tale so dark it’ll make your therapist retire. Picture this: Yours truly was just another fancy-pants “man of culture” on a serial killer’s hit list—because apparently, collecting rare books and quoting Nietzsche makes you a target. Who knew? (Spoiler alert: I died. Surprise!) But death? Nah, that’s just the opening act. Instead of sweet oblivion, I woke up knee-deep in Saint’s Odyssey—a fantasy novel I once tossed into my “dumpster fire of bad writing” pile. Think Game of Thrones meets Saw, but with more existential dread. And guess what? I’m not the dashing hero. Nope. I’m the guy the author conveniently labeled “Villain.” Cool, right? (Cue jazz hands.) But hold onto your chimichangas, because this “hero”? Oh, he’s a masterpiece of hypocrisy. Smiles like a Disney prince, stabs like a back-alley surgeon. His grand plan? Wipe out half the world because reasons. Classic hero logic! Meanwhile, the gods are upstairs chugging ambrosia and betting on our suffering. Adorable!!!. Well, newsflash, Olympus—I’m hijacking this plot. Reborn with a vendetta and a PhD in chaos, I’m not here to play nice. Rules? Burn ‘em. Heroes? Crush ‘em. World domination? Duh!. This ain’t a redemption arc; it’s a blood-soaked takeover tour. Think Machiavelli with a splash of Joker and a side of espresso. They call me ruthless? Damn right. I’ll out-scheme the schemers, out-betray the traitors, and maybe burn a kingdom or two for aesthetic. The hero thinks he’s pulling strings? Sweetheart, I’m the puppetmaster—and I just cut the threads. Every battle’s a chess move, every ally a pawn, and the board? Oh, it’s dripping in red. And hey, let’s laugh while we’re at it. Ever seen a “chosen one” trip over his own halo? Poetic. Ever roasted a god so hard they literally combust? (Working on it.) This world’s a joke, and I’m the punchline—delivered with a knife. So buckle up, buttercups. The script’s flipped, the crown’s mine, and if the heroes cry about “morals”? Tell ‘em to write a Yelp review. This villain’s rewriting destiny—one corpse at a time. TL;DR: Death was my warm-up. Now? I’m here to conquer, crack jokes, and maybe commit some light treason. World, meet your new overlord. Resistance is hilarious . Hahahahaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)
Lone_Raut_ · 769.6K Views

Reborn Heiress Is Remarrying

The heiress to a powerful tech company, Diane Lily Hoffman, had a tough childhood filled with lies and mistreatment. At 14, her cruel stepmother tricked her into thinking her father had sold her to his enemies. From there, the family who adopted her abused her physically and emotionally. Using her as a ploy to get rich, her adopted family forced her into what she thought was a loveless marriage with a plastic surgeon named Gabriel. Despite what she perceived as a lack of love, she found solace in her married life until her path was chosen for her again and lies were made to drive a wedge between her and Gabriel. The divorce was painful and she realised all too late that everything was not what it seemed. Unfortunately, the lies her family crafted were too much for Gabriel to ever give her a chance again. Just as she was about to die, Diane was given a second chance to fix her mistakes. Now reborn, Diane is ready to find her real father and ex-husband, seeking revenge on the family that betrayed her and taking back the life and justice she deserves. “Gabriel… what if it hurts? Will you still hold me close?” Diane’s voice trembled as she stepped back, gripping the edge of her shirt. “Diane, those scars tell your story, but I’ll rewrite the ending by erasing everything that’s been done to you.” Gabriel reached for her hand, and pulled her toward him. “With every cut, I promise to make sure that part of your past is gone.” “Bullets shot too soon; nobody can save me…” She shook her head, backing away, but he closed the distance, grasping her shoulders. “I promise, I’ll do everything to keep you safe, Diane.” He squeezed her shoulders gently. “No tears of yours will ever leave another trace.” “I wish I could have quit you, I wish I never missed you…” Her voice broke as she turned away, but he caught her wrist, spinning her back to face him. “If you die in this life, let me go too, so this time I can be right there with you.” Gabriel held her tight as if to shield her from the world’s pain. “It was my heart, it was my life, it was my start, it was your knife…”
ES_Medusa · 109.2K Views
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