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Palace Fighting: Naive Concubines' Ascent to Power

In the first episode, Little Palace Maid Lian Hua, holding tea leaves, thought to curry favor with Zhaoyi. The Emperor intercepted her halfway, and before she could react, he hijacked her tea leaves, leaving her bewildered. In the second episode, she wanted to curry favor with the Noble Consort. During the Noble Consort's birthday feast, she hadn't even presented the meticulously prepared tea leaves before the Emperor seized them, leaving her aggrieved. In the third episode, she had just sneaked out with the Palace Maids to pick bamboo shoots, planning to go back and cook something delicious when the Emperor burst out of nowhere wanting to freeload a meal. If it wasn't tasty, he would punish her, she managed to barely pass muster by exerting all her energy. Before she could feel relieved, the Emperor told her he was also staying to sleep! This time, he was thoroughly taking advantage of her, enjoying free food and lodging without the slightest intention of rewarding her. At night, the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. All the silver she had saved up in earlier years had been used to sustain the Emperor. Now that the money was gone, she feared being punished for not being able to support him in the future. The more she thought, the sadder she got, her tears plopping down, which woke the Emperor sleeping beside her. In a flurry, the Emperor consoled her, "There, there, don't cry, don't cry. I haven't even had time to reward you, how could I punish you!" After much consoling, and finally with his promise to provide for her sustenance, she turned her tears into laughter. The Emperor breathed a sigh of relief. This Little Concubine would need to be favored properly from now on—he dared not make her cry again. →→【This story has concluded, thank you for reading】→→ New book recommendation: "Consort of the Roll-Royce is Here, Run!"—It's a good read! Please add it to your favorites.
Whistling Autumn Wind · 497.5K Views

Bill and the Whistling Death

|SEASON 1 OF BILL AND THE WHISTLING DEATH| |6X FEATURED · WATTPAD CREATORS PROGRAM · WEEKLY TO BI-WEEKLY UPDATES| A troubled veteran attempts to forget the past by volunteering at Patriots Point Naval and Maritime Museum, but it proves difficult when he's close to the plane that changed his life forever--the Corsair. *** Retired Navy pilot William Beckington never planned to move on after The Incident and has lived with the guilt for seventy years. After failed attempts with PTSD counselors, his daughter recommends that he begin volunteering on the aircraft carrier CV-10 in Charleston, South Carolina. Reluctantly, Bill agrees, but his decision proves difficult when he stumbles back into the world of Corsairs, the plane he'd rather forget. Seeing that The Incident still haunts him, Bill's new friends attempt to help him remember his long-lost joy; he attends Bulldog Tours, learns the stories of other veterans, and strangely finds himself near the Corsair more than he would like. While nothing will free his mind from the traumatizing Incident, Bill must find a way to push past his grief and guilt to live the life he is meant to live--and rekindle his best friend's legacy before he succumbs. *** *There is a queer side character in this story, but it remains relatively quiet and is not the story's primary focus.* *Genre: Wildcard (elements of Historical Fiction, General Fiction, Mystery, Adventure, Drama, and Coming-of-Age)* Are you curious about the airplanes we have at Patriots Point? Feel free to check them out! https://www.patriotspoint.org/things-to-do/aircraft
CroodsGirl · 8.4K Views

Died Several Times, Resurrected Once, Lived Forever.

Josh Anderson was once an ordinary boy who only wanted a peaceful life with his mother. But peace was a luxury he could never afford under the rule of his tyrannical father, Marcus Anderson. Growing up in a house filled with fear, violence, and endless screaming, Josh and his mother, Mary, lived as prisoners to a man who thrived on their suffering. Then one day, everything changed. After years of enduring Marcus’s abuse, Mary was finally pushed too far—beaten unconscious in front of her sister, Jane Rocky, and her own son. Rushed to the hospital, she never woke up. The news of her death shattered Josh’s world. His mother—his protector, his source of warmth—was gone. And the one responsible? The man who called himself his father. At his mother’s funeral, standing before a crowd of mourners, Josh made a choice that would change his life forever. He was no longer Josh Anderson. That name had died with his mother. From that moment on, he became Josh Rocky, a boy with no room left for love or sympathy. And as Marcus Anderson fled the country to escape justice, Josh vowed that one day, he would hunt him down and make him pay. Ten years later… The once-fragile boy has become a cold, ruthless man—the CEO of Rocky Jewelries Company, one of the most powerful jewelry empires in the country. Feared by employees and competitors alike, Josh Rocky is known as "Sir Grumpy"—a man who fires employees without hesitation, shows no mercy to rivals, and views kindness as a weakness. To him, emotions are nothing but obstacles. Love? It’s a lie. Sympathy? It’s a weakness. Family? It’s a myth. Will Josh remain the ruthless man he’s become, or will the ghosts of his past force him to confront the emotions he buried long ago?
Alice_Nakibuka · 1.7K Views

I’m Wanted by the Richest Guys in our City

Magic/Spirits are in here as well, it’s like a combination that means I’m going to fail before I even start. Polyamorous relation! Ash Valor, coming from a not so well off family, under the “care” of his abusive aunt is trying to live a normal life in his city’s suburbs. However, with exams coming up, and sure that he’ll pass, he’s more worried what will happen after that. He can’t keep living with his abusive aunt, but he doesn’t have the money to move. However, his 18th birthday causes his whole world to turn upside down when he encounters David Peak and Josh Keep, his schools head football jocks. If y’all would rather me have him be w/ someone else, just type it in the comments Find out more by reading :> Please read warnings (below) !Warning!, if you’re looking for a fun slice of life love story, you’re in the wrong place. This story is slowish, and has use of cuss words, some gore, and problems/horrible things some people have to go through (I do not have the book on a linear path, so I’m not exactly sure) but it could include kidnap, attempted SA, Self harm, and other dangerous ideas. However, I do not plan on having written “inappropriate” scenes/ S** scenes, rather teasing and maybe suggestions to but I refuse to actually write such scenes (I’m a newer writer so it might be stale, in fact I don’t expect this book to get more than 10 views) and if you understand, I just don’t want to have to write it. I hope you enjoy, and I allow constructive criticism as long as you’re nice, I also allow opinions on what I should do (again, dunno exactly where I wanna go with this so the book is still non-linear). Enjoy: I’m Wanted by the Richest Guys in our City
Spice_Reader · 7.9K 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 · 707.7K Views

The Greatest king

In the vast Nazare Blade Empire, ruled with an iron hand by Emperor Groa Aratat, there existed eight princes, each striving for recognition and power. Among them was Josh Aratat, the most obscure and least acknowledged of the emperor’s sons. Born of a mother who passed away when he was just a child, Josh grew up in the shadows of his more celebrated brothers, his heart burdened with loss and his life marked by solitude. One fateful day, Emperor Groa decreed a challenge: each of his sons was to venture into separate regions of the empire, conquer them, and win the loyalty of their people. The prince who demonstrated the greatest strength, strategy, and ability to amass supporters would be crowned the imperial prince—the heir to the throne. The empire buzzed with speculation. Most believed the title would go to the mighty firstborn, Balek Aratat, renowned for his unparalleled strength. Others placed their bets on the cunning second-born, Jaden Aratat, or the skilled third-born, Gerard Aratat. Few gave any thought to the younger sons, particularly the sixth to eighth—Josh included. In their eyes, he was merely a shadow, unworthy of mention in the race for the throne. But everything changed when Josh encountered a dying man, condemned to execution for the crime of stealing bread. Wracked with despair and tired of his own existence, Josh made a startling decision—he offered to take the man’s place, embracing what he thought would be his end. Yet, in an unexpected twist of fate, death did not claim him. Instead, Josh emerged from the ordeal with a newfound power—an extraordinary ability granted as a result of his selfless act. This gift would not only alter the course of his life but also shake the foundations of the Nazare Blade Empire and the world beyond.
Nicholas_Morgan213 · 5.4K Views

Midfield Maestro

Takumi Usui, a naturally gifted yet self-doubting midfielder, has just joined Skyline FC Academy, a world-renowned institution known for producing football legends. Though his passing range and tactical vision set him apart, Takumi struggles to find his place among the country’s brightest young football talents. On his first day, he’s immediately thrown into intense competition, facing the brutal reality of a system that demands not just skill, but heart, mental toughness, and relentless perseverance. In Skyline FC, the bar is set impossibly high. The academy’s legendary coach, Sora, pushes every player to their limits. The players are talented, but Takumi quickly learns that talent alone won’t make him a starter—he has to command the game, control the tempo, and become the midfield general his team needs. But it’s not just the football field that challenges him. Off the pitch, he navigates the complexities of friendships, rivalries, and a blossoming romance with Saki Hoshino, a kind-hearted girl from his school who offers him emotional support even when he feels like giving up. Surrounded by fierce competition from rivals like the hot-headed striker Shinji Tanaka and the cocky midfielder Kai Kuroda, Takumi’s journey is one of personal growth, grit, and relentless training. He will need to master advanced football strategies—like the "Triangle Passing System," "Quick-Tempo Transitions," and "Counter-Pressing"—to rise through the ranks. But it’s not just about winning on the field; it’s about transforming his mindset, overcoming self-doubt, and discovering what it truly means to lead from the heart. From the first whistle to the final goal, Takumi must learn that being a hero doesn’t always mean scoring the winning goal—it’s about creating the opportunities, setting the pace, and most importantly, never giving up. Will Takumi become the midfield maestro he dreams of? Or will he falter in the face of overwhelming odds? The beautiful game isn’t just about skill—it’s about heart.
maninahar · 7.9K Views

Talent Awakening: The Last Surviving Sorcerer.

"In the land of myth and the time of magic…" "The destiny of a great kingdom rests on the shoulders of a ....." Xaren dodged as a stone whistled past his face before he could finish his playful chants. If he had been a second late, he would have been struck by the stone. "Cut that crap!" Eryndor Darkfire thundered, his expression dreadful and grim, and almost instantaneously, he was laughing hard and chasing his friend, Xaren, around in a police and thief game play. Eryndor Darkfire, the male MC was a still birth. He was already dead by the time he was birthed with his mother losing her life during labour. A dramatic cosmic manifestations happened on the night he was born. His Father, Kael Tan carried Eryndor cold body and dashed into the temple with hopes that his son would be saved. A child marked to be a sorcerer at a time when darkness of the underworld was at its climax, brimming with tenebrous intensity. With the lost heritage of magic and sorcery restored, Eryndor was the last ever bloodline of his father to exist with ability to harness and use magic. At 12, Eryndor fought some bandits who came to kidnap him from his home. And to protect his identity and safety, his Father had to make him run away, far from home before he was discovered. Eryndor faced various forms of diversities, made new friends, and learnt a lot of lessons from his master. Along the line, He found out a very gruesome and harrowing secret about his ancestors, and had to fight the greatest battle of his life - A mortal battle with his demonic sisters. Eryndor has to walk through many deadly adventures, discover secrets, and challenge mighty and ancient beings to be able to stop his demonic sisters. "Astra descendo, tenebrae repello! (Stars descend, darkness repel!) By the celestial fires that burn within, I call upon the ancient powers to begin. Aegis mea, protego totalum! (My shield, I protect all!) Mors demoni, mortem infero! (Death to the demon, death I bring!) Let's walk you through the journey of 'The Last Surviving Sorcerer'.
BLACK_MUSTANG · 8.2K Views
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