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"I Kept Posting Chapters And Got Into Trouble With Male Lead"

Jiah Mi was all alone after escaping an abusive household. At the beginning of the zombie apocalypse, she saw her parents die, eaten by her zombie brother. She ran away to the scariest, most abandoned street in a haunted neighborhood named Hukon, driven by a desire for a comfortable life. While also being all alone in a ghost hotel, she decided to write novels, but little did she know how much it would change her life by meeting the male lead from her novel. ML: -"Jiah Mi, why are you playing with my feelings? I love you!" The clingy male lead looked like an abandoned crying puppy, pouting lips. Jiah Mi: -"I don't play it. It's a boring game. Now, go away." She said with a calm, cold face, avoiding him. ML: -"Do you know I hate reading, but I love reading your novels?" The male lead didn't care that she didn't want to hear him and kept bothering her, but she did like being complimented for her author work. After all, it made her a little happy every time someone said she was a good writer. ML: -"I like the main character. He is handsome." Jiah Mi: -"......" ML: -"But I don't like the female lead." Jiah Mi: -"The male lead does." She wrote her character to love the female lead from love at first sight. ML: -"That's not true. I love the author." Jiah Mi: -"....." The male lead laughed, watching the author's blushing red face and red hands, embarrassed, looking away, mad while she was trying to hold her temper. (Why is he saying stuff like this so casually?) (Did I write him to be a player?) But the male lead only had his eyes on her and confessed his feelings to the author all the time. Jiah Mi: -"God, please help me!" MESSAGE : I give credit to the artists for my cover.
YO_YUN · 1.1K Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 696.8K Views

She's My Sleeping Pill

15 years ago, his elder brother was killed right in front of him in the middle of the night – killed by their most trusted driver. Since then, Stefan had a hard time sleeping and often got nightmares. He learned not to trust anyone. Cayenne worked almost all day and all night. She only got three hours of sleep every day. She was the breadwinner of their family since her mother was diagnosed with tuberculosis. She thought she would have a great time working as a receptionist in a hotel. Until… “I’ll pay you an additional $3000 a month. Sleep with me.” Stefan placed a signed check on the table in front of her. Her head was spinning at the large sum of money. She can finally buy her mother’s medication and send her brothers to school without worry. But to sleep with him? “I’m sorry if I come off rude but, I can’t sleep with you sir.” She tried to refuse politely, afraid that she will lose her job if he felt displease towards her. Stefan took off his coat and placed on the backrest of his chair. “Think about my offer carefully. It wasn’t so bad sleeping with you after all.” It was a mistake she made on her part when she fell asleep right beside him on his bed, drunk and dizzy. Will he make the mistake of trusting someone again? Will he entrust his life to her by sleeping soundly beside her? How will they face each other when they started to unveil the mystery of their identities? ***cover isn’t mine***edited by a friend***I don’t earn anything from this picture*** Original cover was taken from Mr Love: Queen's Choice Related videos and pictures can be seen in Koi to Producer: EVOL×LOVE
_frieyaVida · 2.7M Views

Wilkfang Volume 01, Chapters 01 - 02

Wilkfang is a creative narrative designed to help a friend's son promote his WOW stream. It's essential to clarify that this story does not represent his raids or streaming experiences; it is purely fictional. Furthermore, the narrative does not revolve around my friend's son, as the main character is an accountant, which is not his profession. I choose not to reveal his name at this moment, as he needs to establish a biography and give me permission to share it. Regarding the series, I will be releasing chapters 01 and 02 simultaneously since the story unfolds gradually. My aim is to provide readers with the best value for their reading time. Additionally, I will publish it in novel format, alongside a collection of short stories corresponding to the chapters. This way, if anyone finds they’re not enjoying the tale, they won’t feel like they’ve wasted much time or money. Based on the feedback and popularity, Wilkfang may also be developed into audiobooks. Introduction : Eventually, the violent shaking subsided. William remained extremely cold and shivering, even though the temperature in the medical trailer was approximately 85 degrees and he was wrapped in an electric blanket. "You should start to warm up after you eat," suggested one of the medics as she connected the IV. "Is that really necessary?" William inquired, glancing at the IV. "Absolutely," she replied. "First and foremost, you need hydration, which is crucial. It also contains mild pain relievers and antibiotics." William turned his gaze toward Henry. "Don't worry; I had it much worse," Henry remarked. "It was -15 degrees when I had my first experience." "But why am I so cold? It's 45 degrees outside. Sometimes I wear shorts when it's only 45. I can handle the cold; it's the heat that I can't stand," William asserted. The medical technician settled beside the stretcher. "You’ve entered a new realm, William. Once merely human, now you are considered a supernatural being. The cold is part of your transition." She paused to check the IV. "It won't always feel this way, and it will only get easier." He glanced at Henry, who nodded and smiled reassuringly. "All the wolves here have undergone this transformation," the medic continued. "As you can see, they are doing well." She looked toward the door, where group members were trying to check in on William. "See? They care about you, but I’m not worried. I know you’ll be fine." "I thought werewolves were hard to kill. Why the need for antibiotics?" William questioned. The medical technician met his gaze. "You're correct; 'werewolves' are indeed quite difficult to kill. However, in comparison, humans are very fragile. While the condition enhances the immune system and accelerates healing, it doesn’t provide immunity to everything. A wolf can take a bullet to the head, and experience a brief headache and momentary confusion, but its body will expel the bullet, allowing it to keep charging. As we know, most humans would be killed instantly." "It's also my responsibility to keep your human body functioning," she added.
Elizabeth_B_Hall · 672 Views

Restarting Chapter, Book Finale

DO ADD "Llaellen's Updates" BOOK IN YOUR LIBRARY TO GET THE LATEST UPDATES ABOUT MY PLANS FROM HERE ON OUT She runaway, runaway from the betrayal of those she trusted the most. Two years later, Amethyst Evans had settled but nothing changed. She was still being chased by her nightmarish past that keeps her health declining every time the end of the year would come. What was the purpose of running away then? If she can't leave the clutches of their betrayal? "Don't throw your life so easily when others are trying to hold on to theirs but couldn't stop the fact that they are losing it." Just as she had decided to let go, these words were like a curse that made her stay alive for another few years. Five years later, with a twist of fate she ended up becoming the assistant of her sickly neighbor, Scarlet Miller, in her path to creating her final project in this life. It was not her intention to get close to them or to find out that it was her Scarlet's brother, Slate Miller, who left her those words of curse back then. In the end, she was pulled along and by the time she realized it, she was healing. Her nightmares and her trauma, all are slowly dissipating. But will it continue this way? Or will another nightmare come to her? ***** Do read my other stories: SHE'S THAT KNIGHT KNOWN AS ZERO (COMPLETED) VENGEANCE TO THE ROYAL ONES (COMPLETED) COMING FOR THE LAST FOURTEENTH (COMPLETED) VERACITY OF THE PAST (COMPLETED) REBIRTH: STUBBORNLY FULFILLING A PROMISE (COMPLETED) LEFT BEHIND BY TIME (COMPLETED) CHAINS LIFTED: HER SECOND ACT (ONGOING) LLAELLEN'S UPDATES (NEVER ENDING) Some places are taken from real places. Some were just imagined. ^_^ Author's Note: Cover photo created by my younger sister... ^_^
Llaellen · 183.9K Views
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