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Even If It Meant Killing Her

Grand Wedding Evening

Introducing the new story "Return to '81: The Struggle of the Eldest Sister" – a heartwarming pampering tale, a tale of marital love, a tale of a woman's self-empowerment. That year, Ning Yunxi willingly married. On the day she took her vows, everyone around doubted the union, and her family declared, she shouldn't expect to receive a single penny from home. Her husband was an orphan with a bunch of little radish head siblings? No one believed her soldier husband would one day become a high-ranking official, no one imagined her Second Uncle would become a great scientist, and no one conceived that her young aunt would be a future superstar, let alone that the fourth child would be a natural-born tycoon. But truly, one day, all the futures Ning Yunxi saw came to fruition. Today, she has married a poor soldier and has become the sister-in-law in the military; raising the children of soldiers without fear, convinced she's betting not just on one potential stock, but on a multitude of leading stocks – with her newly acquired special abilities, she becomes a super teacher for the people! ----------------------------------------------------- All along, she had been recognized by the Wen Family as the least promising daughter, unremarkable in appearance and unnoticed, still unable to marry at the ripe age of twenty-nine. He, the son of a military family, born with privileges, deliberately concealed his identity at the matchmaking banquet, posing as an ordinary man. When they married, people sneered, "A pair of worn-out shoes matched with a bankrupt family, just perfect." Then one day, the gold buried in the sand shone with an immense brilliance...
Kindhearted Mama · 286.5K Views

Killing Dao Fruit

"Nine Heavens cast down the Undying Tree, from the tomb the Immortal's bones were fetched; Taoist Venerable tut-tutted as they drank blood plasma, Old Buddha relished in the chew of meat; Beasts and livestock rang the Dharma Drum, city foxes and hole-dwelling rats boiled in the pot; In the Immortality Wine, the resentful spirits were fishy, at the Killing Banquet, the Dao Fruit was bitter!” In this world where Daoist Skill manifested, countless Sect Cultivators, Side Door Magicians, princes and scholars, officials of high rank and nobles all coveted immortality! Owl God Tomb, stealing heavenly secrets, Pearl Gathering Skill, Holy Infant Pill, bone effigies, Yin God Shrine, human-transformed monsters, Undying Elixir, Red Line Poison, Blood Immortal insects, Mermaid Meat, gold-threaded robes, Five Poisons Primordial Spirit, Seven Star Life Extension... They killed and harmed life only to steal the "Killing Dao Fruit" borne upon that Undying Tree! Until... a sly "Fishing Man" came to this world. Wang Yuan, born with the Small Book of Life and Death, had but a simple and unadorned dream: Amid bustling strings and smoky vistas, on a night bathed in moonlight, in peace and quiet did I lean on the rail, savoring the wind, toasting to the stars. With his "Bride in bridal clothes," watching the sunrise at Taishan in the morning, admiring Qionghua in Luoyang at noon, and drinking under the aurora by the North Sea in the evening. "But you all smell so incredibly fragrant! No more, none shall escape, for today I shall crowdfund Cultivating Immortality! Please... my treasure, turn around!” The blood-red veil of the Bride abruptly fluttered to the ground.
Beihai Whaling · 176.4K Views

The Evening Moon

Kurosawa Katsuki, a high schooler with a fierce, predator-like gaze, plays the role of the kind enforcer in a gang by day, while enduring abuse at the hands of his father, Masarai, a bitter, former star fighter, by night. Despite the gang's bullying, Katsuki secretly tries to soften their impact. A diligent student with a sharp intellect, he dreams of escaping his father’s grip by attending college far away. Yuzuki, a brave classmate who isn’t intimidated by his fearsome gaze, soon notices the kindness hidden beneath Katsuki’s tough exterior. As she learns about his troubled home life, she begins to support him in small ways, even discovering he works at a convenience store to save money. As their bond deepens, Katsuki’s painful past and future ambitions collide, forcing both him and Yuzuki to confront the harsh realities of his life. Will Katsuki be able to endure the pain and suffering until college, or is he doomed to repeat the same miserable fate as his father? This one-shot story about tragedy, bittersweet, and coming-of-age is about to begin! Warning: This story contains graphic content, including depictions of domestic violence, sexual assault, suicide, and dark strategies. It is intended for mature audiences and is not suitable for the faint of heart. The narrative explores disturbing themes and the psychological toll of trauma and survival. Please proceed with caution! Treat! Here's the visualisation for the one-shot: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1Jh0pDrKy-S_wm1MDB1F8RQXzvJ22UI-J?usp=drive_link
Joeing_25 · 392 Views

Transmuted : Love of an Evening

[ Lynn, Sam and Mahone ] I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history class once said that I had perfect lips. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them, too. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My lips. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Samlin Greenham." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Sammy," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Lynn. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my lip to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.
Faria_Samira · 34.5K Views
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