Pink Twinkle Wine

“Of course you’re the father. Unless someone else broke into my uterus in the middle of the night, it’s yours.” “Pretty mouth. Same one that screamed my name that night... right before the one below started begging too.” — Getting fired for a theft she didn’t commit? Check. Getting dumped by her trash boyfriend the same day? Check. Drowning her misery in alcohol and accidentally sleeping with a stranger? …Yeah. That happened too. No names. No promises. Just one reckless night meant to be forgotten. Elira Quinn thought her crisis was over—one pink line meant she was safe. Until the doctor politely informed her that her one pink line was just bad at math. Broke, jobless, and pregnant. The holy trifecta of bad luck. But fate wasn’t done with her yet. Because that stranger from that night? Kalix Ashford. The most powerful, ruthless billionaire in the country. A man whose name alone could silence boardrooms and ignite media frenzy. He’s the kind of man who never answers to anyone— And the exact kind Elira had no business waking up next to. Now? He’s the father of her unborn child. And once Kalix learns the truth, he makes one thing very clear: He has no intention of letting her—or his child—walk away. He doesn’t lose what’s his.

She provoked the most powerful and overbearing man in the city, and only the next day did she realize he was her immediate boss. She thought he was just a passerby in her life, but to her surprise, he became addicted to toying with her and had the audacity to show up at her door. "Wife, you have to take responsibility for me! I have your child!!" "Gong Beiming, can you have some shame?" The CEO actually pulled a little pink dumpling from behind his back and announced quite seriously, "This is indeed your own flesh and blood, you can't deny it!" "Mommy, I found you, yay!" The little pink dumpling flung herself at her, hugging her legs and acting cute and coquettish. Chi Xiaoyu was utterly confused. She had never been married, so how could she have a child? What was even more fatal was that this kid really did look exactly like her…

Han Qiwu acquired a farm game system similar to Stardew Valley. While farming, fishing, and mining in his own fields, he can obtain high-quality loot. At the same time, he can also craft various ultra-high-quality farming tools, and he enjoys a brand new version loaded with an Oriental Mod! Peach blossoms bloom in March, picked to brew peach blossom wine. Loquats ripen in May, harvested to make loquat cake. Spring doves sing on the roof, white apricot flowers by the village. Learn recipes from Shennong, trade pets with Chiyou. Farming games are indeed fun, but playing can really be a grind! Fortunately, Han Qiwu gradually found the joy in grinding during his exploration...

In the ruins after the war, the empire is reborn from the ashes. For supreme glory, it competes for supremacy in the world and aims to dominate the globe.

Ji Cha's classic novel 'Chaotic World Book' has now officially published on WebNovel！ About its Copyright: The copyright of 'Chaotic World Book' fully belongs to qidian.com. At the same time, being the international branch of qidian.com, WebNovel has the official authority and consent to publish the English translated version of 'Chaotic World Book'. --------------------------------- With a sword in hand and wine in tow, he roams the martial world; her slender waist is light as a feather in his palm. The young man strides forward with a long blade slung over his shoulder and a flask at his side, yet the world of martial arts he seeks remains elusive. As the chaotic world book turns a new page, decades of relentless nights in the martial world pass by. Suddenly, he looks back and finds he has already shattered the mortal realm.

At the opening ceremony of Sea Blue Star Basic Military Academy, as the representative of the incoming freshmen, Guding proclaimed his grand ambition in front of all the teachers and students: "I'm Guding! I'm gonna become the Man with the Highest Bounty in the entire Cosmic Sea!" -------------------------------------------- It is an era of artificial superintelligences, interstellar travel, gene medicine, and virtual reality worlds. Far into Earth's future, 15-year-old Gu Ding is a student of Cerulean Military Academy by day, and tavern waiter by night. His ambition: Become the space pirate with the highest bounty offered by the Universal Federation Government. With the help of Neptune, a neonate super-intelligence, Guding finds himself thrust into a galaxy of shadowy organizations, political under dealings, and otherworldly forces that lie beyond human comprehension…

A door unfolded before him. Evil thrived, and whispers spilled from within. The resentful compound eyes flickered and vanished, the presence longing to burst out was blocked inside, and the alluring murmurs echoed in the ear. The sticky, pink brain mumbled something. A figure cloaked in a yellow robe watched from a distance. A dark green presence, smelling of blood, roared. A string of wondrous soap bubbles released friendliness—and many, many guests. They sincerely invited Lu Li to join this mad party. Lu Li stepped in, his stride resolute and unwavering. He had no reason to refuse.

He was the king of the Soldier Kings! He was the Grim Reaper of the assassin world! He was endlessly arrogant! The formidable Ye Long, having left the mysterious military unit, returned to Hua Du to fulfill the mysterious elder's command to protect the beautiful lady boss.

Damn just when I finally find the love of my life, the world decides to end. What’s wrong with you, life? Fuck you're serious, aren’t you? You’re sending us freaks that look like zombies but are as handsome as vampires. You’re acting like a woman but, sorry, women are still easier to handle than life.

in the Murim world life can kinda suck for the average person…and the less average person if you were to tell Zhen that he was gonna end up being super important to the world of cultivation he’d laugh at you and continue his life as a humble wine Guild member until he gets stabbed comes back to life and sees floating tabs in front of him trigger warning: this story contains a Implied Stuff, and gore, and violence, and dark topics. so uhh enjoy(For webnovel mods this story does not Glorify any of these actions, like at all please don’t remove this)

Global catastrophe — the end of the world is approaching! Ji Yan unexpectedly inherited a god-level shelter, which came stocked with a million tons of supplies. From that moment on, he became the sole dealer of materials and arms in the apocalypse! While others were starving, he was joyfully enjoying red wine and steak. When the entire world faced power outages, he quietly started up a nuclear power generator. While others struggled to find food, his temperature-controlled plantation was already producing fresh fruits and vegetables. Whether it was an earthquake, tsunami, or ice age, Ji Yan faced them all with ease.

Sienna, a 40-year-old assistant manager at an IT company, feels trapped in a monotonous life, for the luxurious lifestyle she craves. Without wealthy parents or a mysterious inheritance from her grandfather, she has had to work tirelessly to fulfill her dreams of wine in the weekend, fishing on the yatch on summer, skiing by winter, and touring a vineyard in fall. Her relentless focus on her career has come at the expense of her relationships, with most of her past girlfriends either cheating on her or leaving due to her constant neglect. Sienna's go-to response when relationships end is, "What else do they need?" - she simply doesn't understand why her past partners couldn't be satisfied with her providing for their material needs. Seeking an escape, Sienna immerses herself in a video game called 'Vintage Point', where the protagonist, male/female, inherits their grandfather's vineyard and creamery. Through the use of cheating codes she got from the game community, Sienna amasses unlimited wealth and the ability to have multiple wives in the game - living out her dream life virtually. "Oh lord, rich, vineyard, and wives. My dream life." One night, after a few too many glasses of wine, Sienna passes out in front of her computer. When she wakes up, Sienna finds herself in a large, medieval-style house, surrounded by four distressed women who seem to blame her for their current life. Disoriented and unsure of what is happening, "What is happening?" This unexpected turn of events propels Sienna into a surreal situation, where the line between her virtual dream life and reality becomes blurred.

The dead should stay dead. Kael Arvid repeated the words like a prayer as he adjusted the raven mask over his scarred face. The carved beak pressed cold against the bridge of his nose, the eyeholes narrowing his vision to slits of flickering torchlight. Beneath him, the ballroom of House Dain shimmered—a grotesque painting of gold and rot. Nobles laughed behind ivory masks, their gloved hands clutching goblets of wine dark as clotting blood. The air reeked of clove and something fouler beneath, like meat left too long in the sun. He hadn't come for wine. The dagger at his belt was hungry. It had waited seven years for this night. Seven years since House Dain's soldiers kicked in the door of his family's cottage. Seven years since he'd watched from the treeline as the flames turned his sister's screams to smoke. Seven years of imagining this moment—the moment he'd slide steel between Lord Dain's ribs and whisper his family's names as the light

They disfigured her, and her mother died an unjust death. They thought they had ended her with a cup of poisonous wine, but had they? She rose again against the odds and ended up plunging into burning flames. Maybe it was already written that her fate was to end in the flames. Just as her rebirth! Another chance, A new fate.

This is a story of a girl called twinkle treated badly by her father and her stepmother and stepbrother.Everything she did for her father to love her back proved abortive.She kept trying hoping that one day he would love her back but instead he used her as a sacrifice to King Aethon.A man feared by gods and demons.She suffers badly in his hands . "Is her fate harsh, or is it fate guiding her towards her true purpose, towards the answers her soul longs for, or toward an existence filled with even more suffering?"

Seated upon the obsidian throne carved from the bones of forgotten kings, Queen Sahira gazes with haunted authority. Her crimson hair cascades like spilled wine over blood-red robes etched in ancient runes. Veins of power glow faintly beneath her skin, a testament to the forbidden blood magic she commands. Shadows of the past; faceless, whispering, watching; loom behind her, remnants of the souls bound to her rise. This is the heart of Sahirra's power: beauty cloaked in terror, a legacy soaked in sacrifice. Her silence speaks of kingdoms ruled, rebellions crushed, and a destiny darker than prophecy ever dared whisper. Inspired by the Dune, The poppy war and Avatar

Emperor Yongning liked his daughter, but he gave birth to eighteen sons in a row. For this reason, he specially asked the master to fortune-telling. Did he have a daughter? The master told him, “Your Majesty, you have a daughter, and the daughter was born long ago.” Emperor Yongning waved his hand and said, “I only have eighteen sons and no daughters.” Master: “No, you have only seventeen sons.” The other is a daughter. Emperor Yongning: “Absolutely impossible.” Until one day, Emperor Yongning saw his eighteenth son Jun Ning, wearing a double-ring bun, wearing a pink skirt, pretending to be a little girl, and excitedly said to him: “Father, I am It’s not the prince, I’m the little princess you always miss!” Emperor Yongning: “…What nonsense, you are my son.” Jun Ning: “No, I’m your daughter.” “Come on, give me a medical examination!” After the test, it turned out to be a daughter. Emperor Yongning: He, he has a precious daughter.

Riding a flying sword, drinking wine while holding beauties, fighting against a generation of geniuses for opportunities, Who doesn't like such an Immortal World? But not if you are a mortal who got thrown amidst high level cultivators. And Long Ming felt precisely that. Opening his eyes, Long Ming saw he was in the world of immortals. He got surrounded by beauties and luxuries, but what will happen if everyone knows he is just a weak chicken? No grandpa in a ring nor a mysterious broken sword or inheritance pendant. " Where is my Golden Finger!" Long Ming shouted! At that moment, a panel opened before him. [ Ding! Host get Courting Death System!] [ Ding! Host get Goddess Protecting System!] [ Ding! Host get Scumbag System!] Long Ming then realized he got infinite systems in his disposal!

Yeri was once a succubus, a powerful and irresistible seductress who fed on desire. Now reborn as a stunning young woman in the modern world, she must navigate the confusing collision of her human innocence and her demonic memories. One night, fate leads her into the path of Shin Keir, a dangerously magnetic and notorious CEO known for getting everything he wants—except peace. Their accidental encounter sparks an intense, uncontrollable passion, and a single night together changes everything. *** Excerpt: The dream had returned. Same eerie forest. Same surreal woman in the crimson dress. But this time, the setting had changed slightly. She now stood at the edge of a cliff made of jagged, glowing red rocks that resembled oversized rubies. Scarlet butterflies floated around her like living embers. A thick fog blanketed the area like some forbidden realm between worlds. She turned to him, her smile soft, sweet—and somehow tragic. She was heartbreakingly beautiful, ethereal yet forlorn, like a love story written in fading ink. Shin had tried to call out, but the wind swallowed his voice. As he stepped forward, the woman mouthed something. He couldn't hear her. Then, in a horrifying instant, her body tilted, and she plummeted off the cliff. The despair that followed wasn't just a feeling—it was a full-body, soul-tearing scream that never made it past his throat. Without hesitation, Shin leapt after her. He awoke convulsing, drenched in cold sweat. His eyes gleamed with a strange madness, a devil struggling behind the polished CEO exterior. *** Disclaimer- Places and characters are all works of fiction.

FIRST BOOK A little orphan girl who lives in the Barrel Zone, a place where slaves and criminals reside. «A dystopian theme story about an orphan girl who's looking for her real self while fighting against people in power» WARNING ⟩ Includes Graphic words ⟩ Bullying ⟩ Weapons ⟩ Gore Author Notes: This story is only fiction only, and not factual. It cannot apply in real life. Visit Wattpad and search "Pink Punk" for latest updates Will update once a week! Pardon my English! Have fun reading

Carlando is a the land of dreams, where the river overflow with fine wine under the fermented sunlight, where the golden wheat fields sway in the wind

“I thought it was love. He thought it was just one night.” Lin Anqi is an orphaned Omega living a quiet life—juggling school and part-time jobs. Shen Jinyuan—the cold, rich Alpha with a perfect face, a bad attitude, and no time for classmates like Anqi. Until one rainy night. When fate—and heat—pulls them together under a single umbrella, instinct takes over. Jinyuan spends the night in Anqi’s tiny apartment… and in his arms. To Anqi, it meant everything. But the next day in class, Jinyuan acts like nothing happened. Like Anqi was no one. Weeks later, Anqi finds himself staring at a pregnancy test… and two pink lines. Now, he’s a pregnant teenage Omega. Alone. In uniform. What happens when the Alpha who ignored him finds out he’s the father? Will this heartbreak turn into love—or destroy them both?

Maria thought she had buried love forever—until Victor showed up and made her believe again. But when he disappeared without warning, he left more than just heartbreak behind. He left her with his first gift: a soft, pink hoodie. Now lost in grief and grasping for pieces of who she used to be, Maria finds herself tangled in memories, music, therapy sessions, and self-doubt. But maybe—just maybe—the hoodie isn’t a reminder of what she lost... but of who she was becoming all along. The Pink Hoodie is a raw, emotional short story about first love, silent heartbreak, and the quiet journey back to yourself.

In the Dracula Empire, women of the Ling family reign as silent killers — pink devils dressed in white. Ling Zhao, the youngest and most dangerous of them all, strikes fear into the hearts of her enemies. After losing her parents, she becomes fiercely protective of her loved ones, punishing anyone who dares harm them with swift, merciless death. But everything changes when she falls for her sworn enemy. Love creeps into her heart, softening the darkness that once ruled her soul — leaving her to grapple with a deadly choice between her empire and her emotions.

As soon as he opened the door, a fast and light whisper of air passed through him. Through the window, small, light pink petals were now entering the room. One of them landed softly on the bed, and Lucian, following with his eyes, noticed the man who was now sitting, watching outside. He was awake. Nathan, noticing a presence, turned around, looking at the other man directly in his eyes.

I used to be the Supreme God of Everything—until I was reborn into the body of a pink-haired schoolgirl… wearing bunny slippers. Now, nine different cultivation systems are screaming in my brain, my teacher wants me to lead a harem club, and apparently, I'm married to the CEO of DaoMart? Oh, and the Heavens are calling. But I have memes to post, a midterm trial fight with a literal dragon, and a schoolgirl squad war to win. Who said reincarnation had to make sense?

In the monsoon-drenched Pink City of Jaipur, a timid scholarship student named Rihan Malik is a constant target for bullies at his elite college. His life is a relentless storm of fear and humiliation until he's rescued by Ruhi Soni , the College President and an untouchable figure of grace and power. Ruhi takes Rihan under her protection, and his life transforms. The bullying stops, and he finds himself safe in the shadow of her immense influence. As their bond deepens and a romance blossoms, Rihan begins to see the subtle cracks in Ruhi's flawless exterior. But as Rihan's world becomes brighter, a new, more sinister darkness gathers. He soon realizes that a far more dangerous and terrifying force is surrounding him and that was invisible to him. Can he uncover the truth that was thriving in the shadow?

This story follows the adventures and training of Princess Violetta Purpe - or Violet - as she finds out about a curse over her Kingdom, the Purple Kingdom. You’ll follow her as she meets and trains under the other princesses of the Kingdoms of Color as she runs from her fiancé, Blake Black, tries to break the curse, find her mother, Ira Pink as she tries to embrace and complete all the prophecies. Will this 15 year old princess be able to control the flames of red before the day of the Red Sun or will she be forced to marry a man she doesn’t even know?

Clara Wynter never expected one night to change everything. One broken heel. One glass of champagne. One unforgettable man. Julian Blackwell—CEO, cold, and controlling was never meant to be more than a mistake. But two pink lines later, she’s pregnant. And Julian? He wants her as his wife. On paper. No love. No promises. She thought she could handle it. But the way he looks at her? The way he protects her? Maybe she was always meant to be his turning point. Secret Baby. Marriage Before Love. Cold CEO. Protective Husband. A slow-burn romance that begins with a contract… and ends with everything.

The room was thick with the smell of wine. January 2025, Aezren leaned against the couch with wine in his hand, His eyes red like the sun during an eclipse, while his hair a chaotic Blonde framed his face with eerie elegance, hoping not to be disturbed by the screams of people. He was the Grim Reaper and the cause of people’s misfortunes, so it was only natural that he was embraced by screams day and night. Without a moment’s notice, he heard another person cursing him. “Not this again…” he groaned as he got up. He sipped his wine as he watched the drunk woman cursing him from the reflection on his wine. Lavinia stood on the parapet wall with high heels, ready to fall at any moment. Her red lipstick messed up, her skin a shade of bright olive, her hair had faded black hair dye, her eyes a shade of deep green, reminiscent of the forest. Her movements came out unstable as she screamed out, “Seems like all doom is attracted to me!” she laughed, tears rolled down her face. “I’m really not,” Aezren scoffed as he rolled his eyes. His eyes blew into saucers at a closer look at her face. “That face, it’s her!” he exclaimed. “I can’t let her die,” he pleaded with desperation as his “heart” raced. Aezren put his glass of wine back on the table with telekinesis as he stood up and teleported to Lavinia. However, it was already too late and she jumped off. Aezren jumped off of the terrace and held her in his arms as he floated in the air. He quickly took her back to the terrace before anybody could notice. Lavinia shut her eyes tight, hoping for the worst to happen—her death. She opened her eyes soon after she realized that she was on solid ground. “What is it,” she smiled, “Am I in heaven or hell?” she walked as she wondered. She was in her own world. “You’re in none,” Aezren told her, about to crash out at her obliviousness. But of course, she was half rat — drunk as hell. He let out a deep sigh. She didn’t listen. He recited some sort of spell, his index and middle finger pointed at her. Since alcohol has similar affects to being dead, it was easy enough for him to get her to be sober. She blinked in surprise. “Wh…Who are you?” she stammered, taking steps back defensively. “Be my muse.” He asked her. He has been searching for a her for over 4 centuries now. Having been living for so long, he has started making paintings to pass time. He has her face like a fuzzy faded painting in his head, and he has always struggled to capture her in his paintings. Finding her was a dream come true for him. She couldn’t die. Not before he painted her. Lavinia’s breath hitched. She was hit with nausea and dizziness. “Please.. please leave me alone!” She begged, her voice came out louder than she wanted it to. Aezren stared at her, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t save you because I care about your life,” he said, voice low. “I saved you because you have a face that doesn’t belong to this era.” Lavinia’s breath hitched again, her head spinning, “What the hell does that even mean…?” “I’ve seen you before. In dreams, in sketches, in brush strokes I never finished.” He sighed, “Centuries of searching. And suddenly, you’re on a rooftop, yelling about doom like some half-broken opera.” “You’re insane,” she whispered, backing away. He didn’t argue. “Probably,” he said with a shrug. “But I don’t care what you believe. You’re here. And I need to paint you before you disappear again.” Lavinia blinked, confusion and fear wrestling inside her. But something about him—his tone, his posture, the weird mix of detachment and obsession—made her pause. Her stomach flipped. The room still spun, but she wasn’t sure if it was just the wine anymore. “Okay,” she said slowly, swallowing hard. TW: Might include topics or references to Self harm. Reader discretion is recommended.