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The Script If You Can See Me Now

Tycoon: I can see the goddess's wish list

The Luofeng Rising System allows him to see the desires list of any goddess who scores over 90 points. As long as he satisfies their desires list, he can obtain generous rewards. Desire list of the newlywed female host: 【1. It's tough being a new host, can someone tip me 100 bucks? I will give you my private contact info】 Ding! You tipped the host 100 yuan, fulfilled the host's desire list, and got a million-dollar luxury car exchange card. 【2. I want to move out of the dorm, it's inconvenient to broadcast live here】 Ding! You invited the female host to co-rent, satisfying her desire, and got a beauty enhancement. 【3. I want to find a boyfriend to learn how to act cute】 Ding! You successfully confessed to the Goddess, and got a Jump Money Card reward. Unknowingly, Luofeng had become the savior of the goddesses... 【Desire list of a grassroots goddess: I was laughed at for my 99 yuan purse, I really want to buy an LV】 【Desire list of a dance major goddess: My parents won’t allow me to date, it's been ten lonely years, I wish to find a comrade to keep secrets and solve my problems】 【Desire list of an aloof school beauty: Someone chase me, let me experience what it feels like to be pursued, and I'm really easy to chase, just take me out for dinner】 【Desire list of a popular female star: I'm already in my late twenties, I want a child】 Thousands of faces, every goddess has a unique hidden desire in her heart. Luofeng, using this cheat, begins to successfully handle the goddesses. Even the most noble ones seemed transparent before him. Alternate titles of this book are: "I'm not really a warm guy, please spare me little sisters", "I just want to shear rewards", "I understand women's hearts"
Not a hero me · 101.7K Views

Every Night, I See You

Every night, Grace, living in the modern era, is rescued in her dreams by a mysterious man, saving her from soldiers who threaten to arrest her in the past. The dreams feel so real, so vivid, that she begins to wonder if they hold some deeper meaning. As Grace struggles with her family's financial ruin—victims of fraud and scammers—she channels her emotions into writing a novel based on these recurring dreams. But when she meets Julian, she is stunned. He looks exactly like the man from her dreams. Is it just a coincidence, or is there something more at play? Grace can’t shake the unsettling thought that this man, to whom she feels an inexplicable connection, might be the same person she’s been meeting in her sleep. But that’s impossible, right? Julian, meanwhile, has a secret. He is not the man he appears to be. For over 130 years, he has lived without aging, stuck at the age of 35. When Julian meets Grace, he is struck with disbelief—she looks exactly like the woman he loved and lost 100 years ago. This can’t be real. She died long ago. Yet, there she is, alive and in the flesh, with no memory of their past. As their connection deepens, they are forced to confront the truth: they have met before, and their love is no accident. In a powerful, divine twist, they are granted a second chance to love each other, given by God’s infinite grace and guidance. As they unravel the mysteries of their past and present, they discover that their love spans both time and space, and they must face the challenges that come with their reunion. Together, they navigate the depths of their love, seeking to break the curse of Julian’s immortality and find true peace. With faith, courage, and divine guidance, they finally find the love they were always meant to have—and the freedom that comes with it.
GraceWriting · 279.5K Views

The Path Beyond Script

In a world where power and control rewrite history, a boy named Kasel , 18 yr old, lives quietly—unnoticed, abandoned, surviving through routine and silence. But a suppressed memory stirs, disrupting the fragile rhythm of his existence. At the same time, a mysterious 18-year-old contract—tied to political power—is quietly beginning to collapse,slowly digging at the layers of rewritten history beneath it. The story unravels a hidden connection between a collapsing 18-year-old contract and a rewritten history hidden by the government—quietly investigated by two YouTubers driven by personal loss. It travels across private choices, political currents, and fragile minds—slowly peeling back the mystery of a forgotten incident from 11 years ago. ___________________________________ At the center is Kasel—an unnoticed, introverted 18-year-old boy living like a shadow. Orphaned, quietly longing for love, he works in a small shop, enduring mockery and monotony just to exist. Kasel’s mind often glitches—brief flashes of a memory he doesn’t understand, one he’s learned to ignore. But when a stranger appears—someone he doesn’t remember but might be connected to it all—everything begins to change. This arc follows Kasel’s psychological unraveling and the slow emergence of his past and truth . ___________________________________ This is a slow-burn political–psychological mystery thriller about memory, identity, control, and power.
Verax_author · 3.1K Views

Script Walker

Her fingers shook,not from weakness. From the need to control something. Anything. Me. "I want them all dead," she whispered into my shoulder. "Every. Last. One." I wrapped my arms around her. Let her tremble. Not because I cared. But because this was where empires were born: not on thrones, but in broken chambers and whispered grief. "It's already begun," I said into her hair. She looked up at me,those green eyes glassy with heat and hatred. "You'll kill them for me?" "No," I said. "I'll kill them for *us*." She kissed me like a drowning woman. No ceremony. No coyness. Just hunger and rage tangled into something that barely felt human. And I gave her what she needed,not love, not comfort, but the illusion of control. That's what sex is. A chess move with sweat. We collapsed onto her bed like monarchs of ashes. Her grief was my weapon. My whispers were her gospel. And somewhere, beneath all the heat and hatred, she forgot that her son had screamed. I didn't. Later, when the candlelight dimmed and she finally fell asleep beside me,arm thrown over my chest like a claim,I stared at the ceiling, replaying the scene in my mind. Her son's death wasn't clean. It wasn't meant to be. It was a ritual. One sacrifice to awaken a world not yet ready. I opened my HUD. [Narrative Skill: Cinematic Reflexes - Passive Trigger: PLANNED COMBAT SCENE- EXECUTED PERFECTLY] [Event Branching Complete: Historical Rewrite Unlocked] [Villain Proximity Rising: The Scriptorian watches your edits.] Good. Let him watch. The Director's Cut could hide behind his twisted timelines all he wanted,this was my spinoff now.
Nà_thaniel · 6.9K Views
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