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They say death ends love. For Elara Veyne, it only restarts it. In every life, she finds him. In every life, he kisses her. Then… he kills her. Bound by a curse no god dares to lift, Elara has died seven times ... each death triggered by a kiss meant to save her. But in this seventh life, she awakens with all her memories… and a vow to break the cycle, even if it means destroying the man her soul still aches for. One kiss. One death. This time, it ends her way.

In a kingdom ruled by women and watched by goddesses, Empress Lǐ Huìzhēn hides her heart behind a silver veil — and a secret no one must know. To protect her throne, she arranges a political marriage between her brother and a noble concubine. What no one sees is this: That concubine was once her first love. Wéi Zhūliàn enters the palace with sorrow in her eyes and a peachwood hairpin from a boy who vanished long ago. She does not yet know the Empress is the one who left her behind. And the Empress does not know that Zhūliàn still remembers. “Why did you choose me?” “Because I couldn't bear to forget you.” “And now?” “Now I must love you in silence… or lose everything.”

“I, Alpha Kael Nightmoor, reject you, Lyra Duskbane, as my mate.” Those were the words that shattered her—and awakened her destiny. On her 18th birthday, Lyra Duskbane was ready to find her fated mate and finally feel like she belonged. But the moment her eyes met Alpha Kael’s, he publicly rejected her without mercy—labeling her unworthy, weak, and cursed. Broken and humiliated, Lyra flees her pack, unaware that her pain has triggered something ancient within her. Marked by a crescent moon since birth, Lyra is more than just an omega—she is the last bloodline of the Moon Goddess herself. As she unlocks powers no wolf has ever possessed and trains with a hidden rogue faction loyal to her ancestry, Lyra transforms into a force the supernatural world feared for centuries: a Moon-Blessed Heir. When she returns—strong, mysterious, and unrecognizable—Kael’s world begins to unravel. His wolf craves her. His soul aches. But it might be too late. A war brews between the packs. A forbidden prophecy stirs. And a second mate bond begins to form… one that could destroy everything Lyra thought she knew about love, fate, and power. --- This story is for you if you love: Rejected mates with regret Strong, magical heroines Alpha drama and steamy tension Glow-ups, love triangles, and destiny Hidden powers and pack wars Will she forgive the one who broke her? Or embrace the darkness within and rise as the Queen she was born to be?

After an accidental electrocution, Zhang Yi realized he could hide his body and become an invisible man. That incident marked a new chapter in his life. The magnificent president of the company, the hot policewoman, and the mischievous daughter of a rich man. "Apologies. I'm a righteous man. I've never abused my power of turning invisible to creep on beautiful girls, because I'd only stand boldly before them to look at them! You can't see me. You can't see me. You can't see me…"

One moment, I was a 28-year-old corporate slave with caffeine dependency and carpal tunnel. The next? Reborn as a princess. Born with a divine bloodline, a spirit-blessed father, and a moon-marked destiny—my new life began in chaos. Before I could even open my eyes, assassins were chasing my mother through a blizzard. Fourteen years later, I’m alive and well… pretending to be a fruit shop owner in the East. My fruits? Magical. My servants? Lethal. My identity? A royal secret buried by time and tragedy. Then came the masked prince. A one-night stand. A soulmate mark. Now he’s searching for me like I’m the last goddess-blessed peach on the continent. I was supposed to lie low. I ended up breaking the world instead. Reincarnation, magic, smut, and a second chance at destiny—this is the story of a princess who just wanted peace… and ended up with a prophecy.

"Touch her again," Harry hissed, "and I’ll bury your pieces where no one will ever find them." "Eli," she whispered from behind him. He didn’t take his eyes off the man. "Not now, Red. I’m making a promise." The man scurried off, limping. Harry released a breath and turned to her, knife tucked behind him. He made no attempt to approach her. "You think I’m scared of you?" She asked, reading his tensed stance.. "No," he said softly, "I think you’re scared of needing me." Her fingers gripped his tie. "Then let’s make it fair." She pulled him closer. "You're scared of me too." ------------ He’s the underboss who swore off love. She’s the heiress who learned to hide behind a smile. Neither of them expected their scars to recognize each other. But recognition is dangerous when you’ve spent your whole life hiding. Their connection was supposed to be accidental. Temporary. But fate has other plans. It doesn’t ask —It traps. And now they’re caught in a story that aches, burns, and refuses to let go. When an emotionally scarred heiress collides with a lethal underboss who’s already broken every rule for her… Someone’s going to bleed for it. A slow-burn mafia romance where danger walks in silence… If you love broken characters who don't know they're saving each other and the kind of longing that doesn't ask for permission — Sparks and Shadows is your next obsession If you like what I've written, please comment, like, collect and review, and I'll be sure to reply. If you want to interact — which I would really love — this is my handles: https://www.instagram.com/meso_faith9 https://www.tiktok.com/@meso_faith I'm not really a social media butterfly and had only recently joined the above platforms but I would really love to hear from y'all. Have a day as lovely as you are!

Elara Quinn owns a quiet bookstore tucked between forgotten streets and fading memories. After the painful end of her relationship with Rowan Rivera, the only woman who ever truly knew her Elara stumbles upon a mysterious antique pen that allows her to do the unthinkable: Rewrite memories. One heartbreak. One sentence. Rowan is erased from Elara’s mind, from her friends’ lives, from existence itself. But magic has a cost… and fate has a memory of its own. When Rowan walks into Elara’s store months later drawn to her by a pull, neither can explain the past begins to unravel. Fragments of forgotten kisses. Phantom aches. Dreams that taste too real. Elara is haunted by love she can’t remember and a connection she can’t ignore. As magic bends and reality fractures, Elara must make a choice: Rewrite fate again, or finally face the story she tried to erase. Because some love stories aren’t written in ink. They’re etched in soul. “A Girls’ Love Second-Chance Romance” #GirlsLove #GL #SapphicRomance #WLW

"If your heart aches like someone often says Then remember that the fall of a leaf is a leaf that is renewed And keep those painful notes When good things will end and fade away Even when love was once abundant This is precious to you like silver and gold If one day you meet someone who brings joy Then remember that the pain you hold onto will help you find peace Because we are not used to pain through many times We should not suffer when the evening fades." - " Nhắn nhủ" by Ronboogz -

Not every love story has two hearts in it. Some are written by one, while the other doesn’t even turn the page. "Half of Us" is a collection of poetry for the ones who loved alone. For those who stayed when they should’ve left. For the ones who gave everything and got silence back. For the hearts that held on, even when they were the only ones holding. These poems are not about perfect love. They’re about the kind that aches quietly, smiles through pain, and writes verses in the dark for someone who’ll never read them. If you've ever been almost chosen, almost loved, almost enough— this book is for you.

In a galaxy where cultivation fuels empires and secrets are buried in vaults of space and soul, one fractured girl may hold the key to a forgotten truth. Kaela has spent her life running—from the memories that haunt her, from the pain stitched into her body, and from a past she’s too scared to remember. On the lawless fringes of the galaxy, survival means silence, power, and staying small. But when a high-paying mission to the distant planet Xelthora promises more than just credits, Kaela is forced to step back into a world of mercenaries, hidden agendas, and ancient power. Her eye—once a tool of torment—aches with warnings she doesn't understand. And whispers about the expedition point to something no one is prepared for. Because something waits on Xelthora. And Kaela isn’t the only one being drawn toward it. Celestial Veins is a sci-fantasy space epic of forgotten bloodlines, fractured destinies, and the quiet strength of those who were never meant to survive.

Charlotte Rosewood was the perfect daughter, the loyal sister, and the devoted fiancée. She gave them everything — her love, her fame, her voice, her soul. And how did they repay her? They killed her. Her brother, David, the cunning snake in a suit. Her sister, Melody, who wore innocence like perfume but reeked of envy. And Vincent — the man she loved so blindly — who drove the knife straight through her heart… for money. But fate wasn’t done with her. Charlotte wakes up — one year before her death. Her heart still aches. Her tears still burn. But the love? It’s dead. What lives now… is vengeance. > “I begged for their love once. Now they’ll beg for my mercy.” This time, she’s not giving second chances. This time, she’s not playing nice. She will take back her power. She will reclaim her name. And she will make them bleed — slowly. > She was their pawn. Now, she’s the queen. GAME STARTS

Have you ever read a novel with such a terrible ending that you wished you could change the story and give the characters you loved the happy ending they deserved? ~~~ I was just another failure of an author, writing stories nobody read, and that never sold. Seeking to improve my writing, I read the most popular novel at that time, Solo Player, to learn what made it so popular. However, as I read this story, I couldn’t help but feel frustrated about the story’s development, which had a terrible ending. Eventually, and quite bitterly, once I ended reading the book, I found myself transmigrated into the very world of this novel. Did I become the Protagonist? A Villain? Or perhaps even an Extra? No, it was much worse than I imagined. Because I ended up becoming the most worthless character that nobody ever cared about in the novel. A character that is often considered the motivation for the protagonist to grow stronger, but also his greatest burden. Someone every reader hated! “I’m the protagonist’s sister…” However, with my knowledge of this novel's events, my worthlessness was about to change. I’ve decided to not only become the strongest but also change the story’s terrible ending! “I won’t let you go inside a Dungeon, it’s too dangerous.” ...As long as I can get this incredibly corny and overprotective brother out of my way! And for some reason, the Constellations won’t stop bothering me. Ding! [The Cosmic Throne {Butterfly That Flies Across The Universe} seems interested in your tenacity!] [She has sponsored 1000000 Plot Points and the [Demon of Calamity Transformation Technique (SS)] Skill!] [The Cosmic Throne {Monkey that Dances in Chaos} finds your chaotic nature amusing!] [He has thrown the [Umbral Chaos Stone Necklace (S Rank)] at you!] [Not enough? He launched the [Immortal Heaven Peach (SSS Rank)] right on your face!] There was something really wrong with the Constellations this time around. Ding! [The Cosmic Throne {Jester Filled With Lies} is happy that you’re bringing despair to your victims!] [He has gifted you the [Jester’s Last Laugh (S Rank Privilege)] and the [Master of Manipulation (SS)] Skill!] [The Cosmic Throne {Maiden that Watches Over Nature} seems happy you’re growing stronger.] [She has gracefully sponsored you with 2000000 Plot Points and Fully Heals All Your Wounds!] [She has also begun to wonder if you could plant some trees for her, gifting you the [Divine World Tree Seedling (SSS Rank)]!] [The Cosmic Throne {Warrior That Seeks Calamity} is satisfied with your battle performance but asks for more battle!] [He has sponsored you with 500000 Plot Points and [Beheading Sword of Destruction (SSS Rank)]!] They simply couldn’t stop gifting me things as if I were some sort of famous streamer for them. “I am grateful, but please just leave me alone already…” Chapters are long, 1500 ~ 2000+ words. During its serialization, this novel will be available for free forever, no premium. However, you can read advanced chapters here: https://www.patreon.com/pancakeswitch Copyright 2023 PancakesWitch. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or used in any manner without the prior written permission of the copyright owner, except for the use of brief quotations in a review. This novel is also being posted on Scribblehub and Royal Road. If you see it anywhere else, please let me know. Thank you.

At just 21, Doleia has it all—heiress to a business empire, beloved granddaughter of a powerful dynasty, and a piano prodigy celebrated by high society. Her life is a glittering fairytale… until the music stops. During her lavish coming-of-age concert, chaos erupts. Screams. Blood. The undead flooded the hall. Doleia watches in horror as her perfect world is torning apart—and her father, the man who once gave her everything, turns into a monster hungry for her flesh. Just as she faces certain death, she woke up… in her bed, three months before the apocalypse. Her ankle still aches. The terror is too vivid. She was sure it wasn’t just a nightmare. Now armed with knowledge of the end, Doleia must transform from the pampered princess to a ruthless survivor. The countdown to doomsday has begun.

Noel is eighteen. Soft-spoken, delicate, and quietly invisible in his own home. When his older sister Sabrina invites her boyfriend Logan to move in temporarily, Noel tries to pretend the arrangement doesn’t affect him. But Logan isn’t like the other men Noel’s known—he’s older, rugged, emotionally unreadable… and completely off-limits. What begins as fascination becomes something darker. Something needier. Late-night glances. Lingering touches. Doors left open. Logan is supposed to be Sabrina’s. But Noel can't stop watching. And Logan is starting to look back. In the silence of their shared house, with walls too thin and hearts too loud, Noel will learn that longing can be dangerous—and once a line is crossed, there's no way back. Untouched is a slow-burn, emotionally intense erotic story told through the eyes of a femboy who should know better—but aches to be seen, to be wanted, and to finally stop pretending he's not falling for the one man he shouldn’t.

In a world where wolves live by ancient laws and primal bonds, the strength of an alpha is measured by how he leads—and how he protects. Grant, the commanding and respected Alpha of the Gray’s Pack, bears the weight of a royal bloodline and the expectations that come with it. At thirty-four, he has everything: power, control, and loyalty. Everything… except the one thing his soul still aches for—his Fated Mate. Scottland, an eighteen-year-old omega of the broken and brutal Roger Pack, has known only silence, cruelty, and survival. Small, soft-spoken, and considered useless by those who should have cherished her, Scottland has learned to hide every flicker of hope deep inside herself. But destiny doesn’t forget. When Alpha Grant travels to the Roger Pack on a diplomatic mission, he doesn’t expect to find her—his mate—scrubbing floors, eyes lowered, her scent barely a whisper through the layers of fear. One glance, one breath, and his world tilts. Now, bound by the power of the Fated Bond, Grant must find a way to protect Scottland without igniting a war. And Scottland must decide if she dares to believe in a future she’s only ever dreamed of… a future where she is more than an omega in chains. She is claimed. She is cherished. She is his.

SPLIT SOUL One Soul. Two Bodies. No Escape. What if your soul wasn’t entirely yours? Jamal prays in exile, his devotion so fierce it tears the veil between worlds. Aamina dreams in chains, her heart so scarred she’s sworn love is a lie. They’ve never met. But their soul remembers. When Jamal’s silent rituals accidentally tether him to a stranger oceans away, Aamina’s reality shatters. A man with storm-dark eyes invades her sleep, his voice a river’s command: “Find me where the water bends.” His presence is maddening, tender, protective, relentless. And every time he appears, her chest aches in a place she thought long dead. The problem? Jamal is haunted by a night he never speaks of, a betrayal so intimate, it fractured his faith in others and in himself. The past still stalks him like a shadow, refusing to release its grip. Aamina has buried her heart beneath layers of silence and obedience. Her grandmother’s grip is suffocating, and love? It once left her bleeding, she no longer trusts its promise. And the thread pulling them together? It’s not destiny. It’s their own soul, split across two lives. A mystic shaykh reveals the truth: “You weren’t seeking love. You were dismantling the walls you built against it.” _______. This is a story of one soul that had travelled across lifetimes, finding it's way back to union in two separate bodies. Split soul is not your regular romance novel, it's for the thoughtful and those who believe in divine love and are ready to walk the talk. Not for the feign at heart. _____ Now, fate drags them to Zawiyya, a town where: Rivers sing with forgotten secrets, Shadows breathe with old sins, And every heartbeat echoes across the divide. But reunion demands a price. Jamal must confront the night that broke him. Aamina must choose: the safety of her cage... or a love written in her soul’s marrow. Their connection is undeniable. Their chemistry, dangerous. Their souls? Already entangled in something older than memory, and deeper than desire. Think: The Alchemist meets Inception, written in Rumi’s blood under a crescent moon. * Some bonds defy distance. Defy time. Defy reason. This is the story of one soul clawing its way home... to love.* Enter SPLIT SOUL; Where two halves of a fractured soul burn to become whole against the world’s chaos, the ego’s scream, and the terrifying truth: You were never meant to be alone.

A NEXT-GEN DARK FANTASY ISEKAI Lucien’s life was defined by competition, ambition, and an unrelenting drive to succeed. A gifted fencer, he was a star athlete, one of the best in his region, and constantly pushing himself toward perfection. He had already conquered the regional championships, carving a path that many admired. But admiration wasn’t what he was after. He wanted to be the best. Just before the tournament, he fell ill. It was the kind of sickness that made doctors warn him to stop, to rest, to recover. But Lucien refused to quit. If he pulled out now, it would mean everything he had worked for was wasted. So he did what he had to do—he pushed through. Pain medication dulled the aches, but it couldn’t numb the truth. His body was failing him, and he knew it. As he lay in a hospital bed, exhaustion taking hold, his body finally gave out. His eyes closed, and when they opened again… The world was different. WHAT TO EXPECT: A protagonist who claws forward, even when the world begs him to stop. Moral compromise, philosophical warfare, and the slow death of innocence. An ever-evolving world—where monsters wear suits, not horns. The fall of a hero. The rise of something else. Slow-burn tension and twisted power dynamics. Psychological battles, identity decay, and philosophical warfare. ALL CHAPTERS WRITTEN, PRODUCED, AND ARRANGED BY QUINNCIR.

FOR YOU I DANCED IN THE TORNADO by spec_trum Merina wanted nothing more than to protect the only family she had left. But one cold night changes everything—she’s kidnapped, dragged into a world of secrets, and forced to meet a boy who doesn’t speak, yet says everything through silence. He is the forgotten heir—abused, hidden, and quiet in a way that aches. She is the girl fate threw into his storm. As danger closes in, they begin to find each other in the dark… without words, without promises—but with something deeper. > He had no voice left to give her, so he gave her everything else. For her, he danced in the tornado.

She loved him in silence. He saw her as home. Rayya has been in love with her best friend Gian since their second year of college. But bound by a promise never to fall for each other, she chooses silence over confession. When Gian begins dating someone else, Rayya’s quiet world starts to unravel. Anonymous poems, late-night umbrella walks, and near-confessions build a story of love that aches in every unspoken word. Will she ever tell him? Or will her love remain just another poem that never reached him?

“An unrequited love that spans across innumerable lifetimes… This time, would it be a hit, or a miss?” In her first lifetime, she was a cold-blooded assassin with thousands of vengeful blades chasing her down while in her second lifetime, she became of a human panacea destined to be sacrificed for the royal family. Finally, in her third lifetime, she transmigrated into the body of an ordinary village girl and that was all that she could ever wish for! An ordinary life! All she had to do was to somehow raise her sickly brother back to health and earn some money, and her life would be perfect! That… was what the naive Nie Ling had initially thought until one day, she was met with the familiar foul face of a certain someone. This past-life’s-rotten-peach-blossom of hers, why is he here?!!! In her first lifetime, the man hold her hand and solemnly promised her. “Wait for me, I will save you!” In her second lifetime, the man pulled her arm and vowed to her with sincere eyes. “Whatever it is that you want, I will give you! Even myself!” In her third lifetime, the man not only flattened her crops, broke her door, and offended her little brother to the point of puking blood. He had also got the audacity to point at her and proclaimed. “From now on, I will be detaining you!” The flabbergasted Nie Ling: “For what?” The shameless black-bellied man: “To be my wife!” *wink A second later, another dashing youngster came in between the two, saying with a pitiful face. "Wifey, I don't agree with this polyamorous relationship." Another cute young male quickly chimed after him. “Sis, all men are beasts! Only I, the world’s most obedient little brother, is worthy of your love!” === Updating everyday :) If you like the story, don’t forget to vote, comment, rate, and add us to your library! Tags included: #LoveTriangle #RomanticComedy #Historical #TransmigrationFantasy #Cultivation

Her silky hair covered her eyes and I only saw her lips. That was so soft and smooth. She applied light peach coloured lipstick. That made her lips perfect...

Lorenzo Valente was a name feared in the underworld-a ruthless mafia boss ruling the streets of Palermo with an iron fist. but when he find a mysterious captive during a raid, he unknowingly steals his fate. She calls herself Victoria Hayes, a lost soul from England with no ties to the criminal world. He gives her shelter, trust, and power only to realize too late that she was never who she claimed to be. Betrayed, broken, and left for dead, Lorenzo disappeared without a trace, his empire reduced to aches. Wishpers of his downfall echoed through the underworld, but no one knows where he has gone. Then after five years of silence,he returned not as man he was once, but as something far more dangerous. The time for mercy is over. Now, its his turn to play the game. Will vengeance consume him? Or will love prove to be deadliest weapon of all?

They tried to sever me. To cut my threads. Break my ties. Erase me from the pack. But my wolf was never waiting to be awake She was never there. Because I was never theirs. I shattered their altar. I broke their sacred trial. And three rulers and dropped to their knees, clutching their chests like the bond was a curse. Like I was. And their war general can’t feel our bond. He locked me away—he wanted me caged, but couldn’t stop watching. One doesn’t remember me, but his body does. Another fights the bond, but his hands betray him. The third would rather hate me than admit he aches to claim me. And the fourth? He’d rather burn the bond to ash than admit he’s already mine. They say I am cursed. They say I am dangerous. They call me the doom-witch—a cursed child, born without a bloodline. But no matter how far they run, fate will drag them back to me. Because they crave me. They burn for me. They were never meant to survive me. Their hearts. Their power. Their bodies. All of it belongs to me now. And I will ruin them—Slowly. Sweetly and Completely. Because now that I have tasted freedom, I won’t just take what’s mine. I’ll make them beg to give themselves to me.

She gave up her wealth and power to save her husband and his company when they were on the brink of extinction. However he repaid her by bringing home his childhood sweetheart and divorcing her! He insulted her, called her names, a cheap lowly bitch and a gold-digger. Her sister in law treated her like trash, her mother in law called her a scheming fox who wanted to climb the social ladder. Fine! Divorce so it is then! Left without a single penny, she applied for a job and became a waitress. Who would know she bumped into her ex husband and his new fiancée there?! But there was another man whose business contract she accidentally discarded. That mysterious man came to her with a condition. "You made me lost a very important business contract, now you must pay," "How much? I don't have money. I'm not for sale either," the girl raised her chin arrogantly. "Become my fake girlfriend. I need a woman to please my grandfather," Shentu Jing said. His charming dark eyes seemed to be tempting her, luring her into an abyss. But when she arrived in front of his grandfather, he announced her as his fiancée! "I thought you said I was your girlfriend!" Qin Zhuzhu glared daggers at him. "Sorry, now you are my wife," the man's peach blossom eyes gazed at her lovingly. Who is this mysterious husband of hers? One day her phone rang with a notification of the latest financial news. There, she saw a man similar to her husband. Her husband is the richest Tycoon in the capital???!!!

While enjoying the favor of a handsome man, she learned that her country was ruined and her family was destroyed. What should a fallen princess do? Xiang Ying says, of course, she should use space to her advantage, empty the palace, and leave nothing for the enemy army! As the captain of a post-apocalyptic infrastructure team, she was thrown into a book by an explosion. The enemy army entered the palace, famine was impending, and she was encircled as a prisoner of war, taking care of three children. Such a catastrophic beginning made Xiang Ying exclaim, the good days are coming! Compared to the post-apocalypse, what is this? On the road to exile, while others suffered, she enjoyed melons. When everyone else was munching on dry bread, Xiang Ying and her children were savoring sumptuous meals. Everyone grew thinner, except for the three children who remained plump and cheerful, patting their bellies and saying wildly: Mother, we can’t eat any more, really! Xiang Ying, holding hot pot, milk tea, and roast chicken, enjoyed the scenery along the road, hoarding supplies as they fled, making life more flavorful. The villainess mocked her: What use is only having food? You're still a conquered slave! Xiang Ying pulled out the Imperial Jade Seal: Right, from today onwards, I will be the Empress. The enemy army was dumbfounded; she never said the thirty thousand wanderers she brought were elite troops! * On the day Xiang Ying restored her country, the man who accompanied her through hardships held her hand. Jie Chen: For the sake of our three children, can we finally become official? Xiang Ying: Men should keep to their places, not seek a title. Jie Chen: ...With the country as my betrothal, my Jade Seal and my nation are all yours. Xiang Ying: Deal! Tonight's our wedding night!

--- The world ended with a groan… and then a laugh. When the zombie apocalypse broke out, Carl didn’t become a hero—he became a single dad with a duct-taped shovel, a sarcastic six-year-old, and a grandma who stockpiled more canned peaches than ammo. Now, seven days into the end of the world, they’re surviving not with guns, but with Nana’s laminated rules, a haunted lawn sprinkler, and an unwavering commitment to midday naps. Zombies roam the streets. The Wi-Fi is dead. The pie exploded. But in this absurd, quiet apocalypse, Carl’s only mission is simple: keep his daughter smiling, Nana from joining a biker gang, and the undead off the lawn. Who needs a cure when you have chores, cherry pie, and a radio broadcast from a place called Node Point? --- Just your regular zombie apocalypse with Carl the Father and his Daughter. --- Disclaimer > This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and situations depicted in this novel are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events is purely coincidental. The story is created for entertainment purposes only. ---

He was once a man from another world. Now? He is a monkey. After dying mysteriously, he reincarnates into a world of cultivation as a mischievous naive beast, one who dream of peach wine, spirit fruits and beautiful women but beneath the perverted furball lies a terrifying calm... And something ancient awekening. A hundred years after rebirth he rules the greenheaven ridge as its king. When humans trespass and beasts turn greedy, when strange circles begin to glow behind his back, and a flames that can destroy all begins to stir in his chest... The mountain will burn. The heaven will tremble. And the monkey will rise. Follow the journey of sunmok the white flame king as he uncovers his forgotten past, protects the beast of his mountain and burns a path through fate itself

21st century prospective high school student Qiao Yan and her best friend Jiang Tianjiu made an appointment to climb a mountain to relax in order to celebrate their victory in the college entrance examinations. Unexpectedly, the two of them slipped and dropped off a cliff while attempting to pluck a stalk of peach blossom, and strangely fell into the Beast World Continent. Fortunately, Qiao Yan happened to hit a white wolf when she fell. After she crash-landed on the white wolf, he strongly asked Qiao Yan to make amends. With the help of her little System, Qiao Yan began a life of farming... But why were there always all kinds of handsome beasts around her asking to have cubs with her? Scene 1: A certain handsome white wolf pressed Qiao Yan against the wall and said in a magnetic voice, "Qiaoqiao, let's have a little wolf cub together." Qiao Yan strongly refused. She was only 18 years old and she didn't want to have children yet! Scram! Scene 2: Qiaoqiao this is delicious, the little tiger cubs we will have in the future will definitely like it!" Qiao Yan coldly expressed: It's good that the food is nice, but forget about the cubs! "If you think it's delicious, you can squat in the corner yourself to eat." So a certain cute little white tiger squatted aggrievedly in the corner with the food in its mouth. Scene 3: This Prince will never like a brainless female like that!" When a certain vicious-tongued Merbeast saw a certain woman cook for a certain beast and make beautiful clothes... Fine, she's just a little smart, and seems a bit cute! How annoying! This prince doesn't like her! "Qiaoqiao, look at me! I can pamper and dote on you every day. I'm better than that white tiger!" Qiao Yan looked surprised, and was knocked down in the next second.

【Pure Immortal Heroic Fantasy, infused with both immortal intent and gallant spirit, refining insights on human relationships, seeking immortality, more than thirty thousand reservations, averaging nine thousand】 Forever reminiscing rivers and lakes under silvery hair, desiring to return to the cosmos in a simple boat. Peach and plum blossoms in the spring breeze, a cup of wine; rivers and lakes in the night rain, a lantern for ten years. Chen Dengming stepped into the chaotic world of rivers and lakes, only reaching the Innate Realm in his twilight, but Innate Martial Arts wasn't the ultimate destination of his heart's rivers and lakes, it was to cultivate for longevity that marked the beginning of his dreams. If practicing Kung Fu can prolong life, then cultivating the Dao can certainly point directly to immortality. Practicing martial arts, refining Gu, cultivating Dao, seeking longevity... This is a story about an ordinary traveler stepping into rivers and lakes, into the World of True Cultivation, seeking the path to immortality one step at a time. Read about cultivation in the twilight years, savor the vigorous life! Young reader, you truly understand cultivation! ...This book was formerly titled "Late Bloomer: My Immortal Life"! (The author has previously completed a nearly five million word, eighty thousand high reservation three-star martial arts masterpiece, "Indestructible Mighty Fortress Leader," rest assured and enjoy)