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I Dont Hate Us

Hated By The Alpha

"I told you not to touch me," Audrey said. "In front of people," He reminded her. Audrey could feel the smirk in his voice. ~~~ Audrey's seventeen years in the Grey Blood pack were like a caged animal. She lived each day dreading the next unexpected thing the Alpha could punish her for. Audrey tried hard to understand the mysterious dream she'd been having, but nothing made sense to her, she was lost. She wished to be freed from the Grey Blood pack, but she lost all hope of survival when she found herself locked and chained in the cold dark dungeon. She hated him, she cursed him as her blood drained from her. She was happy to die and go away from that monster-alpha. Audrey awoke in a magical world where she learned everything about herself, she cultivated herself to become the strongest wolf and witch alive. One item though, led her back to the last place she wanted to be. Alpha Aloha Lake ruled the Grey Blood pack, the largest and strongest pack in the States. He was known to be brutal, even the mafia feared him. Nothing or anyone bothered him, except one; the damned bitch Audrey. He hated her, and he would make her pay for her mother's sins. But he could not kill her...yet. Alpha Lake emotionlessly stared at Audrey's bleeding body that lay on the cold dungeon floor, he ordered his beta to dispose of her without a second thought. One year later the enemies met again. Will hatred be the only emotion they share? Could they resist the fatal attraction they felt for each other?
Rosegold_n · 438.4K Views

The Melody Of Us

The girl named Anaya, a quiet 18-year old university student in Hyderabad, who has never believed in love. surrounded by friends who drift in and out of relationships, she keeps her heart guarded, afraid of being left behind. the fear of abandonment clings to her so tightly that even the idea of love feels terrifying. but one day, she decided to love later it turns misunderstanding which is broke her heart even deeply. later, overwhelmed by loneliness and the ache of longing, she makes a bold choice that if love in real life is too painful, I'll choose someone from my imagination. then she choose a Chinese actor named Yu Chen, who she often sees in dramas and he becomes her quiet escape, and she decides to fall in love with him. not for who he is, but for how his acting, singing makes her feel, safe, distant, unreachable. she knows it hurts. she knows this kind of love is lonely too. but she lets herself fall. on countless nights, she pours her emotions into the sky, whispering to the moon, hoping somehow he might hear her silent confessions. in her sorrow, she begins to write stories filled with feelings she could never speak. under a secret penname, her words travel far, touching lives and earning her quiet fame. her success finally brings her the chance to go to Beijing, the place where he lives. And now the real love story begins... of how she crossed borders, not just between countries, but between fear and courage. of how she learned that even the most distant dreams can begin to bloom when you believe in yourself. and how, through every heartbreak, every whispered prayer under the moonlight... she didn't just find him... she found herself... and in the quiet melody of her heart, she was finally... loved back. can she...
Daydreamerzh · 40.1K Views

Transmigrated As An Extra In The Novel I Love And Hate

The room was dark, illuminated only by the dim glow of my laptop screen. My eyes burned from hours of reading, but I refused to stop—after all, tonight was the night. The final chapter. The grand conclusion of Sovereign Ascension. I had spent years following the protagonist’s journey. Watching him grow from a nobody to a god-like figure. Fighting through war and killing even gods. Collecting powerful artifacts, rare bloodlines, divine blessings, and, of course, the most beautiful women imaginable. Yet, as I read the final pages, my fingers curled into fists. “…No way.” I scrolled back up, reading the last few paragraphs again. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” The so-called “Final Battle” was a joke. After hundreds of chapters of buildup, after overcoming impossible odds, after being handed every possible advantage… the protagonist lost. And not just any loss—he died in the stupidest, most ridiculous way possible. A trap. Not a god-tier strategy. Not an overwhelming enemy. Not some cosmic revelation. No. He walked right into a trap that even a child could have avoided. “Are you stupid!?” I yelled at my screen, my voice echoing in the silence of my room. “You had every opportunity! You had everything! How did you mess this up!?” I buried my face in my hands, groaning. And the ending… Oh, the ending. Instead of some great twist, some world-shattering revelation… it was a rushed epilogue about how the world moved on. The protagonist’s harem of goddesses, princesses, and saints just cried for a while before moving on with their lives. And the worst part? The guy had never even treated them right! All those beautiful women, and the only thing he ever thought about was sex! No genuine relationships, no emotional depth—just a walking cliché with zero personality, how the hell does someone write something this stupid , no relationship building nothing. “How is that fair!?” I grumbled, rubbing my temples. “If I had his talents, his luck, his damn plot armor, I’d have done a thousand times better than that idiot.” "Fuck this novel and the stupid protagnaist" I sighed, closing my laptop. It wasn’t worth getting so worked up over a novel. Still, I couldn’t shake the frustration. “…If I was in that world, I wouldn’t make the same mistakes, I made in this life.” With that final thought, I collapsed onto my bed, exhaustion taking over.
Reaper_Is_Alive · 76.8K Views
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