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Books Written By Oscar Wilde

Have You Written Your Will Today?

Shen Hua, the daughter of the Shen family that ran an embroidery business in Fengzhou, was pampered since she was a child. She had a pretty face and smooth, fair skin. Unfortunately, her body was weak, and she'd run out of breath after walking merely a few steps. She didn't have very long to live. The Shen family gradually faced its downfall, and her wedding was delayed again and again. Cui Yun, the eldest son of the Cui family, was a noble and stern man. He was entrusted to look after Shen Hua. Why not just marry her? He thought. Since Shen Hua reincarnated, she had focused all her attention on the embroidery business. She hoped to change her life and regain her former glory. When she heard about Cui Yun's decision to marry her, she fainted on the spot. After waking up, she turned him down with tears in her eyes. "I don't have very long to live. I don't want to waste your time." Cui Yun was very considerate. "It's not a big deal. I know you feel touched, but there's no need to cry. Since you already depend on the Cui family, you might as well just become part of us. After you die from your sickness, I'll even hold a grand funeral for you." Shen Hua felt hopeless. But I'm only pretending to be sick! *** Cui Yun had many younger female cousins. Many of them had confessed their feelings for him, but he turned all of them down nonchalantly. "It's getting late. Please look after yourself." Shen Hua had never met such a clueless man when it came to romance. One night, while she was on her way home, she took a shortcut and passed by the Cui family's courtyard. Cui Yun stopped her. He was standing near the entrance, and his sleeves danced to the wind. "It's cold outside. Would you like to come in and stay for a while?"
WenQing · 414.8K Views

"The Prehistoric Survival Manual: Written by an Engineer"

The sky smelled different. When Li Xiu opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was not the sky’s brightness or the canopy of unfamiliar leaves above him, but the scent—earthy, humid, sharp like crushed bark and smoke. Then came the pain. A dull ache pulsed behind his temples, like someone had struck him with a rock. He sat up groggily, wincing as dizziness made his vision swim. His hands were small. His arms—thin. His feet bare, caked with dried mud. He looked down at his body. It was… wrong. Too small. Too light. Like the limbs of a malnourished child. And then, the memories hit. Not his memories. Not all at once, but in fragments—mud huts and fire pits, cold streams and stone knives. A hunting spear too heavy to lift. A group of children laughing and shouting, calling him names in a tongue that he somehow understood. “Mu,” they called him. “Grass-Eater.” “Idiot.” “The one who spits meat.” Li Xiu clutched his head, panting. This wasn’t a dream. He had died. Or perhaps not quite died—but his body was gone. Left behind in some sterile lab, slumped over a desk cluttered with microgrid diagrams and empty coffee cups. And now, somehow, he had awoken in this world—no, in this body. The village was already awake. Smoke curled from cooking fires, and the scent of roasted meat drifted from the central pit. Women with painted faces stirred thick broth in stone pots. Men returned from the morning hunt dragging the carcass of something that looked like a cross between a deer and a boar, its tusks nearly as long as a man’s arm. A tall man—broad-shouldered, dark-eyed—spotted him and sneered. “Mu,” he barked, tossing something at his feet. A hunk of half-raw meat. “Eat, before the dogs do it for you.” Li Xiu stared at the meat, throat dry. It stank. He could see flies already gathering at the edges, and the fat was still twitching from leftover nerve reflexes. His stomach turned. He remembered, vaguely, that Mu—the original owner of this body—had always refused meat. Or more precisely, his body had refused it. Sensitive digestion. Vomiting. Nausea. The tribe believed it was weakness. Uselessness. A soul not worth calling back from the womb. But the original Mu hadn’t been able to explain it. Li Xiu could. He understood the importance of balance, of nutrition, of edible plants rich in minerals. He remembered how certain roots could be dried into powder, how leaves could be used to prevent infection. But in this world, none of that mattered. Meat was the food of warriors. Meat was the gift of the gods. Chewing leaves? That was for deer. Or worse, for idiots like him. Still, hunger gnawed at him. He turned from the meat and wandered toward the outer edge of the village, where the moss grew thick and the children rarely played. He crouched by a familiar patch of herbs—low-growing stalks with broad, silvery leaves. He recognized the scent: wild yarrow. Good for digestion. Slightly bitter. Edible. He plucked a handful and chewed thoughtfully, ignoring the whispers that followed him. “There goes the grass-boy again.” “Is he even human?” “He must be cursed.” Li Xiu didn’t reply. He sat on a flat stone beside the creek, watching the water ripple past, chewing slowly. His mind, though disoriented, remained sharp. This body might be young, small, and weak—but it had survived. For years. Alone in a tribe that mocked it. Somehow, Mu had lived with nothing but plants and scraps, instincts, and a strange sense of calm. And now, Li Xiu had inherited all that. He looked down at his stained hands, then at the huts in the distance, smoke curling against the morning sky. This wasn’t the life he had planned. But maybe… just maybe… It was a life he could rebuild. Not through hunting. Not through violence or brute strength. But through something far more enduring. Knowledge. And if all he had, for now, were weeds and roots and a brain full of engineering theory— Then so be it. The idiot boy who ate grass would
zaemeowlikebeef · 717 Views

My Wild Beast

Nova scrambled backwards, panting hard, her short locks clinging to her damp forehead as she watched this predator stalk towards her. The vibrant and lively forest hushed, almost holding its breath to watch the scene unfold. Great, she had an audience for what would surely be a gruesome death. Death looked... a little... rugged and in nothing but a loin cloth, defined by slabs of muscle, a trail of hair leading down to such a small piece of cloth to hide a large- A spine-chilling growl snapped her gaze back up to meet his golden-red eyes, fiery, and intense, glaring at Nova as he slammed his hands either side of her head. Pieces of bark crumbled down from the impact. "I told you not to run..." He threatened, his eyes piercing hers, his voice more guttural than she'd heard from any male. His eyes clenched shut as his body trembled. "My instinct is to always stalk, always chase... until I get what I want.." Their faces were inches apart. She could feel his hot breath fanning her face. The forest was humid and hot, and his body was so close to hers that it was almost unbearable. The gruff voice, those words and the intensity of those eyes that reminded her of sunsets caused goosebumps to flourish across her arms. "What do you want?" Nova swallowed, not recognising her voice. She was so out of her depth. His chest rumbled, and more bark crumbled down from behind her head. "You..." Her breath hitched. "To. Do. As. You're. Told." - Paradise was what Nova Winslow was promised when her boyfriend whisked her away to Isla De Tayun, the perfect getaway for their busy lives. It was untouched, pristine, a hidden gem. But it had remained that way for a reason. The island doesn’t want visitors. And neither do the natives. What should have been a romantic retreat, drinking from coconuts and lounging on white-sandy beaches together, turns into a holiday from hell. Mid-argument with her soon-to-be ex, Nova stumbles into a lake. When she resurfaces, her boyfriend, the path she came from, and the resort have vanished. Alone, stranded, and with little survival skills, Nova has only a wet phone with no signal, a pair of heels, and an irrational fear of bats—which are everywhere. She is out of her depth when she falls into a mystical world of beasts. Hunted by tribesmen, stalked by beasts that shouldn't exist, and hearing animals speak, she has no choice but to trust the wild beast the forest itself fears—Yoa, a wanted man. Together, they flee the tribes pursuing them all while battling her growing attraction to Yoa. Can she survive the wild and make it back to her civilised life? Or will she lose herself to the untamed world—and to the man who belongs to it? #Beast #Ssssteamy #Adventure #Mythical #R18 -- THERE WILL BE MATURE CONTENT!! -- If you are enjoying the story, please vote with a power stone, leave comments and review! -- Cover Image: In the middle of getting one commissioned. My Instagram: @kelly_starrz My new discord server: https://discord.gg/MHMdRRqUYa
Kelly_Starrz · 195.5K Views

The CEO: Wild Child

Beatrice was like any other CEO child… well, except for the fact that she wasn’t raised as one. Her mother ran away when she was four months pregnant. Taking Beatrice with her in her womb, she (Beatrice’s mom) went to live with her brother (Beatrice’s uncle) In the swamp of Louisiana. Growing up catching fish, hunting rabbits, dear, and alligators, she’s a far cry from what you would expect. one day when she’s 24 coming in from a turkey hunt her world turns upside down. Her father the former CEO, her older brother, the current CEO of her families company, her second older brother the coding genius and technology prodigy, and her third older brother the cyclist player. They came storming into her life, completely ruining her peace and happiness, under the pretext of saving her from her kidnapper! She argued saying it was insane that a 24-year-old should be under their care, but they did not listen whisking her away to their estate in California and expecting her to live with them. little did they realize she wasn’t just some backwoods bumpkin. She was the legendary designer Willow Wood. known for her use of animal skins which she procured herself. They brought her into their lives now they have to deal with the consequences. This fiery independent woman has come to turn these men’s lives upside down. Along her wild journey she finds the newfound family, burning, passionate lover, and the new appreciation for the city, as well as getting her family far out of their comfort zones. —————————————————— Hello readers, I hope you enjoy my book! It’s a new take on the CEO realm while also sticking to a lot of the CEO tropes! I promise this little firecracker of a female lead will not disappoint you! Please review my book to let me know what you think, leave. Paragraph comments, letting me know what you wanna see or anything you think I should fix, and please add my book to your collection. The cover is generated.
EsmeraldaSkylark · 2.1K Views

My Darling Is Pampered and Wild

# ROYALTY # DECISIVE KILLING # 1V1 #LITTLE WOLF # PRETENDTOBEAFOOL #BIGSHOT In her previous life, Lu Qingqiao was a legend in the business world. But she was deceived, slandered, and died tragically, while hundreds of millions worth of her assets were taken from her. When she was reborn, she got together with a sickly boyfriend, drew a line with her scumbag fiance, and kicked out her cousins and their family who had ruthless ambitions. Everyone thought she had lost her mind because of her boyfriend, and they waited for her to wake up and toss him aside. However, they didn’t get to see that even after waiting so long. Instead, they were treated to various displays of affection. Up until one day, when someone told her boyfriend that he wasn’t worthy to stand beside Lu Qingqiao because he had nothing but a pretty face. He sneered and decided to stop pretending to be a good boy!***Among the wealthy families in the capital, everyone knew the richest family was the Qin family. They heard that the current Qin family’s head was sickly, frail, had a perverse and tyrannical character, and had a formidable appearance. Now, the mysterious Qin family head, who was recovering from his illness, had finally returned to the capital. Everyone looked forward to the banquet, and they saw a familiar handsome man with a cold gaze.“Hello, everyone. We meet again.”Everyone was shocked and fearful! They trembled and muttered to themselves, “One really can't trust rumors!”***The male lead, Qin Xun: Everyone thinks Qin Xun is after Lu Qingqiao’s wealth. Only he knows that it started with candy, a rose, a round of fireworks… as his heart was slowly moved. When he met Lu Qingqiao, he sank willingly into these feelings. The female lead, Lu Qingqiao: When she first met Mr. Qin, she thought he was a young, clingy boy. But it turned out that he was a little puppy during the day, and a big bad wolf at night!
Forest Eleven · 315.1K Views

The Marshal's Wife is Wild

[Interstellar+Spiritual Power+Pure Romance+Marriage First, Love After+Livestreaming+Gourmet Food+Disguises] Reborn overnight, Qu Tong cried to death; her vast wealth was gone, and she even ended up owing a billion in taxes. Stuck with a cheap husband her cousin didn't want who can't have children? Rarely comes home? And throws in an entire planet to boot? Qu Tong wondered if there could be such good fortune? She carefully guarded her full fertility value, perfunctorily yet sincerely playing the role of a big shot's dainty wife. She grew energy fruits and vegetables, fed them on schedule, and incidentally improved the food for the entire squad by taking care of their home. The Insect Clan attacked, His Highness was injured, ditching class to visit, pah! To check in. His Highness was too aloof; unable to charm him after a long time, she went online searching for strategies and even inquired about how to reasonably inherit all of her husband's wealth in the case of divorce. The next day, Si Yuting glanced at the top search trends, then looked at his guilt-ridden dainty wife and laughed, "That's difficult, considering I'm just divorced, not dead." Well-behaved and clever in front of others, behind their backs she did nothing of the sort. When her shop was reported, she cursed everyone who dissed her in the comment section one by one and blocked them all, leaving the netizens stunned: "Who taught her to curse like that?!!" In the academy competition, the enemy lacked honor, ganging up to bully the weak; Qu Tong pulled out a potion, directly turned the tables, and kicked them all out of the competition—no one can play me for a fool. When encountering a Star Thief, Qu Tong reassured everyone, "Don't panic, I'll go reason with them." Then she single-handedly drove her mecha, cornering the Star Thief: "This is a robbery, hand over everything valuable." ... One day. Qu Tong, holding her medical report, asked, "If I say I can reproduce asexually, would you believe me?" "Guess."
Heart Language · 1.2M Views

She Transmigrated in The Interstellar World written by Luo Xining

Mu Qingyun, once known as the most eligible bachelor in Beijing, has been reborn—not just into modern times, but straight into an interstellar world. Her new fate begins miserably. Though a true-born princess of the empire, her identity was stolen by a fake who took her place for years. When the truth came out, her biological parents still looked down on her, even saying, “Don’t come back and disgrace the royal family.” Thrown into the wilderness trial of the interstellar military academy, Mu Qingyun was immediately hated by the entire network for challenging the fake princess on the very first day. But Mu Qingyun couldn’t care less. With fire abilities surging in her right hand and a rare plant-based ability blooming in her left, she cut through enemies on the island, shielded her teammates in the ruins, and rose above all with unparalleled mental strength. With a single decisive act, she turned the tide and shocked the entire interstellar realm—becoming a viral sensation. Then, one day, her disguise slipped. The truth exploded across the networks: What?! This garbage star citizen is that powerful? And she has dual abilities?! Wait—this handsome guy is actually a girl?! No way—that’s the real imperial princess?! Meanwhile, Mu Qingyun just sneered at the man who had always played the weakling in front of her. “So the so-called ‘top commander of the military academy’ was just the fragile little chick on our team? You really do know how to act.”
Translator233 · 38.1K Views
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