Download Chereads APP
Chereads App StoreGoogle Play
Chereads

Even When The Sky Comes Falling

When The River Fall Silent

[VT] She sits there, bare feet crossed, a cigarette loosely held between her slender fingers. Wisps of silver smoke curl lazily around her, dancing to an unseen rhythm. Amber eyes glimmer with amusement as she smirks, gaze piercing through the very pages you are reading. "Do you think this is just a story? You're wrong. This is a game. And me? I'm just a spectator, watching how interesting it becomes." Another voice cuts through her musings. Author: "Aren’t you going to give them a warning?" The Fox tilts her head, lips curling into an amused smile. "The only warning I have for them? They'll lose money. Because this story is just that good." Blurb: A lost soul awakens within a misty void, reborn in a world where gods are not just myths—they are the very laws that shape reality. Here, dreams, memories, and fate itself are bound by forces beyond comprehension. Bestowed with an extraordinary ability, he is given the chance to step beyond the fragile boundary between life and death. But each return comes at a cost—fragments of his memory, pieces of his emotions, or perhaps... parts of himself. Shattered glimpses of reality intertwine, where death is not the end but a door leading to secrets long buried. In this world, everything follows a law—except for one thing. Death never truly ends. So when the river falls silent… what will remain? This is the English version of When the River Fall Silent, read the Vietnamese version here: https://www.webnovel.com/book/32215080608337705
MysticCloud · 2.4K Views

When a villian falls in love

Silas Fitzgerald has built an empire with nothing but sheer determination and ruthless intelligence. To the world, he is a billionaire untouchable by emotions, a man who moves through life with calculated precision. But when Ayesha Cloven enters his world, something shifts. For the first time, he doesn't want to win—he wants to love. Ayesha is everything Silas never knew he needed. Bright, independent, and unshaken by his reputation, she walks through life with quiet strength, determined to make her own mark. Love, especially from a man like Silas, is not part of her plan. She has seen enough of the world to know that men like him don't commit. But Silas is different with her. He doesn't want to own her—he wants to cherish her. He doesn't seek to conquer—he wants to be worthy of her trust. For the first time, the man who has always controlled everything is willing to surrender his heart. Yet, love is never simple. Their worlds clash, pasts resurface, and fears threaten to keep them apart. Both of them had seen their parent's broken marriages, went through a burdened childhood, and had closed off their heal to any commitments and expectations. But Silas knows one thing with certainty—he will fight for her, not as the ruthless businessman the world knows, but as a man truly, hopelessly in love. Can Ayesha let go of her doubts and take a chance on the one man willing to risk everything for her? Or will the walls she's built around her heart prove too strong, even for a love like his?
Z_Orion · 278 Views

He Comes At Night

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. His fingers curled around the wooden rail, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. "Want a taste, my dear stalker?" Rose whispers She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moves. Slow, deliberate steps leading closer. Panic slammed into her. No. Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?
AkumaQuil · 37.6K Views
Related Topics
More