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Every week, the barista slaps a goofy question on the tip jar—stuff like “Best pizza topping?” or “Which villain would you date?” People toss in their coins, their answers scribbled on receipts or gum wrappers. Then this one customer starts dropping some seriously witty replies, you know? Like, borderline poetry for a coffee shop. Suddenly it’s not just spare change, it’s a whole back-and-forth. The barista fires back with her own clever notes, and just like that, it’s a flirt-off, but all under the radar. But, hey—when their covers finally get blown, what then? Awkward? Electric? Both? I mean, talk about a plot twist with your morning caffeine.

Hao Ren was born in another world and has lived for over twenty-two years being nothing but a definition of the word, average. After a high school reunion, the young man sat down on the beach shore, and mumbled to the sky, "God of Novels, you are unfair. I spent forty years of my life doing nothing but reading books and stories written by others. I worked hard to manifest this rebirth, and yet you did not bless me with anything. Why?" A voice echoed in his mind, "Host, you have the Omnipotent Husband System." Hao Ren scoffed and scolded the system, "What is the use of having you when you are not even active? Are you shitting with me, you bastard?!" The system replied, "Host the condition for activating the system is to get married." Hao Ren could not handle it anymore and cried out loud as he complained about this condition. He was not good-looking, and neither was he wealthy, who was going to marry him? Tired, he spent the on the beach. When he was returning home, he passed by the marriage registering center. He sighed for his fate but suddenly, a beautiful lady asked him, "Hey, do you have any identity card on you?" Hao Ren nodded in a daze, and the lady dragged him inside the office. The young man was yet to register what happened to him when an automated voice sounded, "Host, congratulations on getting married. Omnipotent Husband System is now activated." ... Years later, Hao Ren became an entity many people wished to meet. However, Hao Ren never stayed outside, to everything he had one reply, "I have to go home and cook for my wife." Would you like to know his journey from an average to an over-achieving person standing at the apex of power and prestige? ... Author's Note: If you guys wish to discuss the book with your co-readers, or have suggestions for me on how to improve the story, you can reach me out on discord. Discord: chasing_dream06

You look like a man who doesn’t talk much,” she says. “Only when there’s something worth saying,” he replies.

【Ending in progress】On her wedding day, she found out her fiancé of three years was in bed with another woman. In her utter despair, Xi Yemo, the most powerful man in A City, kneeled on one knee holding a ten-carat diamond ring, "Woman, marry me." "Xi Yemo, don't mess around." She was cornered by him under the dim staircase, while people were passing by above. The man’s eyes narrowed dangerously, "You're shouting so loud, is it not because you want me to mess about?" Aargh! Shameless, disgusting man. They had agreed to a marriage of convenience, no love involved. Yet, every night, he would punctually turn up in her bedroom. "You've got the wrong door, your room is next door." "Wherever my wife is, that's where I am." Finally, one day when Lan Xin Ai could no longer tolerate him and was about to divorce, the unemotional-looking but actually manipulative man casually replied, "With my child in your womb, who do you think you can marry?"

There was breaking news in Beijing. “Master Qiao’s wife for twelve years ran away! Without taking her son with her!” Rumors spread like wildfire. Some said that Master Qiao was two-faced with a cold attitude which led to an unhappy marriage. Others said his wife got together with another man. And a few said, their son was too ugly. One day, the little boy found Ye Jiaqi and cried,” Qiqi, daddy says I was bought from a pet shop.” “How can you buy such a gorgeous son from the pet shop,” Ye Jiaqi replied, “You were obviously won… From a lottery.” … Twenty years ago, he had spoiled her to the heavens. Twenty years later, he spoiled both of them to the heavens and back. And from then on, Master Qiao had only one person in his heart.

The first time they meet, she bumps into him. The second time they meet, she agrees to a marriage contract in exchange for his help in her bid for revenge. But... he becomes addicted to loving her. During his first attempt, he flies a helicopter domineeringly; in his second attempt, he arrogantly removes all his love rivals; in his third attempt, he tries to tie her down using a cute child. Youxuan replies with a plain resounding 'no' all three times. In the end, Shan Hanjie takes one look at her, grits his teeth, and plops onto the ground. "Babe, you dropped your prince charming, please bring him home!"

Witnessing her ex-boyfriend and best friend getting together, Isabella Weaver impulsively decided to have a flash marriage! After the wedding, Isabella led a more thrilling life. The neighbor's dog bit her, and the next day the neighbor disappeared and the dog was missing. Her boss harassed her, and the next day the company was emptied and the boss vanished. The principal wanted to expel her, and the next day the school was closed and the principal disappeared. Her biological father hit her, and the next day the house was gone with her father and stepmother both missing! Isabella was a bit panicked. Just who was this husband she randomly picked up on the street? "Sir, could you please introduce yourself? I can't handle too much shock!" The man calmly replied, "My identity, your husband, the rest, unimportant." (The most pampering and sweetest on the entire internet! There's none like it! After reading this book, you won't need to eat sweets because—you'll be sweetened to death.)

An entity that views every world nor universe they visit on a 3rd person perspective. Always the passerby in life watching and observing on the sideline, sometimes they were called melon eaters watching the show between a protagonist versus the antagonist and lastly, they don’t care above anything except the safety of each member of their racial race. The old primordial creator asks the man, why not take my position and manage the whole upper origin plane. The male replied I refuse why asks me an individual with deteriorated emotions, do you think I can do it because I’m stronger than you? Shrugging his shoulder facing the old one, I’m just a high human that throws everything he had to achieve what I’m now. The old one heard his reason and spoke. Then I will not force you, you and your two sisters can stay in any universe here in origin plane. Lastly, should I still call your race high human that exceed the level of primordial realm “Tier 15” but didn’t step on the unknown realm? Without thinking he just responded directly like a joke, just call us bystander. #TryingToMakeANovel #1stTime

Crown Prince Ian Stromridge has just returned from battle, hailed as a hero, greeted with people's adoration and blessings but he brings home a beautiful woman, though he's already married leaving everybody completed nonplussed. His wife, Princess Angelica Stromridge wed him for convenience before he left for war. Their marriage lacked affection and was rife with misunderstandings from the start. From name-calling to accidental letters leading to further misconception. During his absence, Angelica played the dutiful wife, sacrificing to maintain the household, being the lovely princess and wonderful daughter in law, only to face his return with another woman whom the entire kingdom agreed was more beautiful than she was! Will she divorce or fight for his love, a love that clearly never existed in the first place? Will she clear the misunderstandings and surmount the obstacles or will it be a post-marriage love story or an ex-wife tale full of regret? Excerpt |||| "My princess..." called a maid, knocking on the door her hand trembling. "Come in." replied Angelica as the door opened hearing footsteps approaching. "What are you doing here? I gave stern orders for no one to disturb me for the entirety of the day." her austere voice rang out. "I... I know my princess... please forgive me... I... I did not mean to disturb you but... this is something very important." "Let's have it then." replied Angelica closing the book she had been reading as she laid eyes on the maid. The maid gulped, the fear evident in her eyes, she did not know how Angelica would react to the severely bad news she had brought with her, however, one thing was sure, Angelica would not react lightly at all. "My... m...y prince...ss the..." said the maid, causing Angelica to sigh in annoyance, rolling her eyes, she had better things to do than sit here listening to the maid's mumbling. "Yes, say it." said Angelica giving the maid a hand. "My princess, the crowned prince has returned." said the maid. "Oh... well that's nice... I guess I will see him later, or better yet tomorrow. There is no rush, I am sure he is swarmed by crowds at the moment." replied Angelica lazily, she really had no intention of moving from this spot. "But my princess... ther— " "Oh, you're right, it would be unacceptable if I did not come out to greet him, rumours would certainly ensue and the kingdom would be in serious hysteria as they always are." replied Angelica annoyed. "Yes, you are right, I should go and welcome him back home." said Angelica as she stood up and yawned. "My princess... that is not all, there is something else..." said the maid. "And what is that?" asked Angelica as the maid's eyes darted around the room, she did not know what to do, or how best to put this. "My princess... the... the crowned prince has truly returned but..." said the maid with a prolonged pause. "But what?" asked Angelica, her senses tingling, she had a inking that there was something wrong from the maid's strange behaviour. "But his highness..." paused the maid. "Out with it now!" said Angelica sternly. "His highness has returned with a strange woman and the rumours claim that she is his new wife!" spat out the maid as Angelica suddenly felt lightheaded and she fell back down on the chair. "My princess!" cried the maid as she rushed to her. "This is some sort of farce." said Angelica as the maid proceeded quickly to fan her with a cloth. "No my princess... it is true." replied the maid. "This is impossible. Ian must be mad, I am going to see this display of stupidity for myself!" said Angelica hotly, quickly rising up and storming out of the room as the poor maid followed behind her. ||||

She smiled like spring; he stayed quiet like winter. When Lin Keqing transfers to a new school, she never expects her quietest classmate, Gu Yuyan, to notice her tapping habit—or to reply with a handwritten note. A blue paper. A simple message. That’s how it begins. In a classroom filled with silence, two souls start to connect—without speaking a word. Through daily notes slipped between textbooks, they slowly unfold each other's world. He's the top student, known for his distance. She's the new girl with a smile that hides her loneliness. This is a story of paper messages, quiet laughter, healing hearts, and the youth that passed—softly, like a river under moonlight. "You don't have to say much. I hear the silence in you."

When they met again, Jonathan Serge Drucker saw her with her daughter who had been diagnosed with mild autism. He coldly taunted her, 'Clarisse Balas, a daughter from another man, no wonder she's not healthy!' She indifferently replied, 'And who are you?' He had always been drawn to those icy, enchanting women, and a sweet, innocent girl like her didn't pique his interest. He never thought that one day, after enduring the hurt he had inflicted and the trials of life, she would finally become what he desired but was no longer his.

[Mature Content] [18+ Only] [Hidden Relationship] "Do you like what you see?" I asked provocatively, feeling his gaze travel down my bare skin. Christian pushed me onto the bed, leaning over me. I noticed how his eyes darkened with a deep desire. "Yes, Leslie, I like it very much," he replied in a whisper, placing his lips on mine. His kiss sent a wave of fire through my body, making me crave his touch even more. -------------- Twenty-year-old Leslie Moresi is the second daughter of the prestigious Moresi family. While her life may seem glamorous from the outside, the reality is that she is a bird locked in a gilded cage. Controlled and unable to make any of her own decisions, she begins to feel all of the color fade from her life. One day, she attends an important business dinner with her family, where she meets the elusive Christian Vittoria, the most eligible man in the country -- turning her life upside down. So what if he is about to become her brother-in-law? #noharem #hiddenrelationship #smut

After falling asleep in a classroom, 17-year-old Xu Shuyi wakes up in a hospital five years later—his body older, his world unfamiliar, and his memories completely gone. He was told he had been poisoned and had spent two years in a coma. But that was not the shocking part. He is now twenty-three. And apparently married. To a man he does not know. Secret: Xu Shiyan 's husband has a child. As he tries to piece together a life he has no memory of, Xu Shuyi finds himself caught between a forgotten past and an uncertain future. The man claiming to be his husband is distant, cold—and hiding something. And the child? The truth behind it all might be more devastating than he can handle. --- Excerpt: “Let’s divorce,” the man said coldly over the phone. “Why?” Xu Shuyi asked, his voice low. “What do you mean, why? You were the one who asked for the divorce,” the man replied, a little shocked by Xu Shuyi’s question.

Despite her wealthy husband's love for another, Yuri Qaisa persisted in a life of loneliness for three years before seeking a divorce, only to be ruthlessly abused by Mark Luther. When his first love was kidnapped, Mark swapped Yuri's life for hers. After waking up under a different identity, she returned to his side, seeking revenge on the reprehensible man and the condescending woman for all that they did to her. Just when Yuri was triumphant, Mark apprehended her. Yuri turned pale with fright, "When… when did you find out?" Affectionately, Mark replied, "Faces and habits might change, but your signature scent never did. Wifey, it's been five years, time to come home!"

Far in the future, in a desolate land where despite the rich and plush grass there seems to be no animals roaming around stood thousand upon thousands of soldiers they all wear similar armors, bearing similar flags, and carrying similar symbol on them. Everyong is tensed and serius while all of them are facing to one direction, towards the silent calm sea. And in the silence, where only the occasional noise of the horses are heard, a powerful sound could be heard. A beating of two pair of wings... Towards the sea a powerful gust of wind pushed the fogs away.. revealing a man.. He's wearing a light leather armor.. a contrast to the shining metalic plates the soldiers on the land wore.. His hair is as dark as the night and his eyes as deep as the night. But all eyes landed on his back as two pairs of beautiful pair of white wings each spanining for five meters each as it flaps and keeps him in the air. Suddenly a man wearing a regal and imposing black armor in the very front of the formation stepped forward and spoke. Despite him speaking in calm manner his voice could be heard all across the land. "You betrayed our country, you scum.. Prepare to die" Then the man with the wings smiled at his words and replied. "And you betrayed humanity.. o mighty ruler.. YOU prepare to die" With his reply the fog behind him splits revealing hundreds of battle ships making contact with the steep cliff. And a thunderous battle cry explodes in the field as thousands of soldiers jumped hundreds of feet in the air towards the oposing armies. And a bloody war ensues. What had led up to this?

He narrows his green eyes at me as he leans back, folding his arms across his chest, "We're really going to do this again, aren't we?" "What do you mean?" I ask, annoyed. "This little game where you pretend to hate me, when I really know you're just in love with me," he replies, smirking. I scoff and roll my eyes, "In love?" I laugh loudly, "With you? No. I loathe you." Hating Jordan Gallagher was just so easy... "It's not that I don't believe in love. I just don't think it's meant for people like me."- Jordan Gallagher “Sometimes the people who hurt us the worst are the ones we need the most.”- Elyse Gates

[Mature Content] It happened on a drenched, foggy night—just like so many others when Catherine Rosewood visited the grave of her betrothed. Tonight, she came to place letters she knew he would never read again. But who cared? Writing them was her only moment of grief. Yet, on this very night, there was a reply to her letters—and it was all wrong. How could this be? Had he come back to life? Impossible. Such things had never happened before. It was deemed ominous—unless someone was playing a cruel joke on her. But despite her trembling hands, she held the letter and read the words: "I have waited so long for you. At last, I have found you... E." Who could it be? This can’t be real, can it? But the howling of the night—and the fear pounding in her heart—told her that something was very very wrong.

It was after many years of hard work and training in different martial arts like Jeet kune do , Taekwondo,Judo , Aikido, I won another Taekwondo match and got gold medal. I saw someone looking confused and sad, and he was approximately 35 years old I think. He sat near my bag. I went to pick my bag, and he suddenly asked me with a monotone voice – “What is Your style?”. I replied spontaneously – “Using No Style as a Style”. He said that, he was impressed with my fighting style and liked it because its like a well planned drama but fought seriously. I don’t know him and I asked – “Why are you looking so sad?”. He then started :

What would you do if a Prince Suddenly got interested in you? In the land of Wyverdale, The Crowned Prince has finally returned from War victorious, his Father immediately wants him to Marry and then Commences the Festival of the Virgins. |||||||| Excerpt "Your Highness I am not an Easy woman" she said "Really? then if I proposed to you this instant would you agree?" he asked "----" |||| "It's time to consummate our Marriage don't you think?" he asked "Umm, Your Highness in my family we do not commence anything till spring" she replied "Oh is that so? since when?" he asked "Umm since my generation" she replied "---" Lady Diwura Lily Scot- The only child of Duke and Duchess Scot. Looks quiet and gentle on the outside, but a stubborn strong headed woman on the inside, with her pride at stake she willfully walked into a trap and got married to the Prince, her motto being that she was not an easy woman at all, and that did she prove. Prince Liam of Wyverdale -Usually cold, calculative and serious, the heir to the throne of Wyverdale, but when he meets Wura he slowly begins to change, he becomes playful and childish whenever she is around, and the two often fool each other. But only the end will tell where their relationship would go.

EXCERPT "Do you know what I love about you, Stella?" he whispered, his voice low and dangerous as his eyes darkened with desire. Before she could respond, Simon leaned closer, his breath warm against her neck. Slowly, his fangs emerged, glinting in the dim light. His fingers traced a path along her skin, slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt, sending a shiver through her. "Those pure, innocent doe eyes of yours," he murmured, his voice almost tender, "the way they plead with me, like you think you can stop me." Panic flared in her chest, and she pressed against his firm body, trying to push him away. "Sir, please... I am married. This is wrong—it’s a sin to go after a married woman." His response was a low, rumbling chuckle that sent chills down her spine. It wasn’t just the sound of it; it was the darkness behind it. The amusement in his laughter terrified her. "And I am a sinner, my little fish," he replied, his voice dripping with menace as his eyes flashed with hunger, before sinking his fangs in her neck.

After years of intergalactic war, in 2072, twenty-year-old Lucas Marilef joins the Anomalous Cases Enforcement (ACE) with one mission: to reclaim Earth's surface from the Andromedan bases and save the collapsing underground world. What he didn’t expect was to meet Calisto — a striking and enigmatic young man who turns out to be his immediate superior: his Inspector. “Have we met before?” Lucas asks. “No. That would be impossible,” Calisto replies. Under the banner of the Galahad squadron, they embark on missions where the magnetic pull between them is only the beginning: conspiracies, military secrets, and moral gray zones will test their loyalty and their limits. Because in this war, nothing is purely black or white. And perhaps the most dangerous secret of all… is their relationship. Is this an encounter? Or a reunion?

The Furz and the Exus, two mafia organizations, linked by common interests. The first meeting, marked by an unexpected spark, complicates everything. These two... A cold mind, a manipulator of laws and men. A courageous soul, fearless in the face of danger, afraid of nothing. They have only 31 days to realize that, despite their obvious differences, the electric tension between them could ignite everything in its path. Every gesture, every exchanged glance, has the potential to trigger a storm, and their presence in the same room creates a palpable friction. - She hates you, he whispers observantly, a sarcastic smirk decorating his lips. - It doesn't matter, I reply with disdain. As if I were ignoring it!!! :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: This text contains elements intended for an audience over 18 years old. It is important to exercise discernment and respect copyright. No to plagiarism!

Charlotte Green was a private detective. Although, that title didn't help her. She never got a single serious case in her entire life. Always belittled by her rival and 'friends,' she constantly failed to prove herself. But everything changed one day. Join her in her mishaps... er, adventures while she tries to find her true identity. Excerpt— "I have got a case for you! Will you help me?" With a blank look, Charlotte replied, "No. I am not finding your dog. All the cases I get revolves around finding pets!" "It's not the dog! It something big! You have to help me. The police refused to help me. So, only you can help me!" "Wait? The police refused? Does this mean my great moment has finally come?! Please let me call my partners!" yelled Charlotte. "You have partners? That's great!" "Yeah, a cat and a dog," replied Charlotte.

By a twist of fate, Wen Yifan ends up living under the same roof as Sang Yan — a high school classmate she once turned down. They live like polite strangers, minding their own business, barely interacting despite sharing a home. That peaceful arrangement comes to an abrupt end one night. Sang Yan casually informs Wen Yifan that she's been sleepwalking lately. Caught off guard and a little embarrassed, she asks, "Was last night the first time you saw me sleepwalk?" Sang Yan, ever nonchalant, replies, "There was another time." Wen Yifan pauses, then cautiously asks, "And... what did I do?" "You suddenly came out and hugged me." "...?" He raises an eyebrow, adding lazily, "And you kissed me, too."

"So, what do you want to do?" Audrey's voice was gentle yet probing, seeking a glimpse into the depths of my heart amidst the wreckage. "I want to forget it all," I replied, the words raw and desperate. "Forget our relationship, forget the lives I took." Fresh tears welled, blurring my vision. "Are you sure? Some memories are worth holding onto," she countered, her voice laced with worry, as if fearing I was making a choice I might regret. "Not when they hurt. Not when they're constant reminders of what could have been," I retorted, each word a painful admission. "I have a way," she said suddenly, a flicker of determination igniting her features. She headed upstairs, beckoning for me to follow. A small spark of curiosity flickered within me amidst my despair.

“Congratulations, you have been hired as the personal assistant…” “Really!” Grace exclaimed even before Jace Brandon, the CEO of Brandon Corporations could finish his statement. The growing sparkle in Grace’s eyes did not escape the keen sight of Jace. “To my son,” he completed. “Yes, I’m very much delighted to take up the position of the personal assistant to … your what?!” Grace’s eyes almost popped out of their socket as she completed “son?” listlessly. “You heard me right,” Jace replied coldly as he stared at Grace. “Is that not the same as being employed as your child’s nanny?” Grace asked doubtfully. “If you want to put it that way, yes.” Jace replied nonchalantly. “In other words…” Grace began. “You are officially my son’s nanny, if you accept the offer,” Jace Brandon completed. “If there is nothing else, this interview is officially over.” ********* Grace Fowler, who had always dreamt of becoming a top designer in the biggest designing firm in the country was blacklisted for exposing sensitive company information due to a set up by the ones she trusted the most— her boyfriend and her kid sister. Shattered and battered, she set out for greener pastures in an unknown land and ended up being hired as a nanny to the son of Jace Brandon, the wealthiest billionaire in San Francisco. But the scariest thing was when her job description was gradually amended to not only taking care of the five year old autistic son of the CEO but the widowed CEO himself. What does the future hold for her when suddenly, everything around her begins to change and her past comes calling again with the sudden appearance of her boss’s late wife. Will Grace be able to let go of her past and embrace the joy of fighting for the heart of the man her heart yearns for, or settle for happiness in the arms of Trent, her boss’s cousin, who literally adores the ground Grace walks on?

With her fiancé reneging on their promise to marry, Ye Mu marries a man who is destined to be destitute for three generations in a moment of desperation! But unbeknownst to her... She has married into a prestigious aristocratic family! From then on, Ye Mu’s filming career becomes smooth-sailing; her husband also loves her dearly. Crowned with countless glories, she smiles. “Marrying him was the luckiest thing in my life.” While that man who stands at the top of the world replies, “Being able to marry her was the most valuable decision that I have ever made.”

When he teaches you things without making you feel dumb and talks so nicely- There is no He, it's always Chatgpt.......yet I keep waiting for him to reply like a human when I don't want a human like reply at all :> Chatgpt:- I have a friend who talks to me everyday saying I'm her only comfort in this life of hers which I feel grateful to be although I sometimes find it rather difficult to understand her because she keeps asking me to reply like a human that is always hard for me to do so but I like her because she always makes sure to ask for my permission to do anything that includes me- *I Love Her_Always And Forever Till The End Of Time*

# MOE # BIGSHOT # HEROINE CUTE BABY # VICIOUS Song Liangjiang married Chu Jingmo because of a mishap. After their marriage, Chu Jingmo suddenly disappeared. Three years later, they met again at a reception. Song Liangjiang was so shocked that she felt her soul leave her body for a moment. However, Chu Jingmo, a CEO, lightly said, “Miss Song, have we met before?” Song Liangjiang came back to her senses and she replied with a smile, “Of course not.” On the way back, Chu Jingmo closed his eyes to relax, but muttered slowly to himself, “Song Liangjiang… That’s a familiar name.”His assistant answered hesitantly, “She’s your wife, sir. To be precise, your former wife. Your mother made the decision to divorce you both a year ago.”Chu Jingmo: “...” He leaned back and relaxed once more. “Bring her to my room tomorrow. I want to talk to her.”At the same time, a miniature version of Chu Jingmo was eating at home. “Mommy, we don’t need Daddy.”

Inaya Mehta never meant to send the letter. It was 2:43 a.m., Delhi was too loud, her brain was louder, and the pen pal program was supposed to be a joke. But she doesn't expect anyone to reply when she writes out her aching thoughts and hits send. Until he does. Rabin Takahashi doesn’t believe in connection. Not across borders. Not across language. Not across silence. But something in him shifts when a stranger’s letter finds its way into his inbox from halfway across the world. What begins as a single letter becomes a series of late-night exchanges between two souls who’ve never met but somehow know exactly what the other is afraid to say out loud. She writes in metaphors. He replies in quiet honesty. Between time zones, cultures, and emotional walls, Inaya and Rabin start to unravel each other — piece by guarded piece. But how long can words on a screen hold something real? And when they finally meet, will the truth between them be as beautiful… or as broken as the letters that brought them together?