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Every Night, I See You

Every night, Grace, living in the modern era, is rescued in her dreams by a mysterious man, saving her from soldiers who threaten to arrest her in the past. The dreams feel so real, so vivid, that she begins to wonder if they hold some deeper meaning. As Grace struggles with her family's financial ruin—victims of fraud and scammers—she channels her emotions into writing a novel based on these recurring dreams. But when she meets Julian, she is stunned. He looks exactly like the man from her dreams. Is it just a coincidence, or is there something more at play? Grace can’t shake the unsettling thought that this man, to whom she feels an inexplicable connection, might be the same person she’s been meeting in her sleep. But that’s impossible, right? Julian, meanwhile, has a secret. He is not the man he appears to be. For over 130 years, he has lived without aging, stuck at the age of 35. When Julian meets Grace, he is struck with disbelief—she looks exactly like the woman he loved and lost 100 years ago. This can’t be real. She died long ago. Yet, there she is, alive and in the flesh, with no memory of their past. As their connection deepens, they are forced to confront the truth: they have met before, and their love is no accident. In a powerful, divine twist, they are granted a second chance to love each other, given by God’s infinite grace and guidance. As they unravel the mysteries of their past and present, they discover that their love spans both time and space, and they must face the challenges that come with their reunion. Together, they navigate the depths of their love, seeking to break the curse of Julian’s immortality and find true peace. With faith, courage, and divine guidance, they finally find the love they were always meant to have—and the freedom that comes with it.
GraceWriting · 258K Views

Now you see me now you don't

In the vast and enchanted realm of Virelia, where arcane empires rise and fall beneath drifting skylands and beastkin walk alongside men, Zayne Caldris was a boy who had everything—wit sharper than steel, beauty that drew eyes in every town, and a terrifyingly adaptive mind that made him a natural in any discipline he pursued. But above all, he had peace. He lived a quiet, happy life with his mother and younger sister in the tranquil edge-town of Bellshade, far from the chaos of the royal capitals and mage wars. Though the world offered endless thrills, Zayne found most things boring—except the laughter of his sister and the warm meals shared under their lantern-lit roof. Until it all burned. One night, his home was turned to ash, his family butchered by unknown hands. No witnesses. No known enemies. No clear motive. All that remained was a single white feather, scorched at its edge, left deliberately on the bloodied windowsill. With nothing left to lose, Zayne vanishes into the underworld of Virelia—where killers wear crowns, mages deal in secrets, and truths are traded like currency. On a relentless path of vengeance, Zayne’s true potential awakens. He becomes a master of stealth, deception, and manipulation. A ghost who leaves no prints, a face that never stays the same. As he journeys through the fractured layers of Virelia’s politics, sorcery, and ancient blood feuds, Zayne will rise—shaped by loss, driven by justice, and haunted by a question that only he can answer: Who left the feather?
rain_verz · 8.9K Views

Turning around, you can see love

A delicate woman, after changing rooms, smashed an axe through the closet in order to catch a "ghost" and unexpectedly smashed out a handsome and handsome man. And in order to write vibrant "adult" novels, she actually agreed to "live with" him from then on! Keep a hole in the closet like this, the show begins! First sentence: Ding Luoluo, when I told you I wanted to change houses to live in, Yuan Weiteng raised her hand and said, "I'll switch with you." Ding Luoluo was puzzled. She and Yuan Wei haven't had a good time lately. If it weren't for Jiang Xiao, who is a good friend, how could she have eaten at the same table with such snobbish people as Yuan Wei? Before Yuan Wei could put down her hand, she said, "Ding Luoluo, let's switch rooms." Ding Luoluo grumbled discontentedly about the food in her mouth, "Don't call me a camel anymore." Jiang Xiao said to Ding Luoluo, "Luoluo, Yuan Wei's house is good. The location is good, and the decoration is good." After finishing, she said to Yuan Wei, "Luoluo's house is also good, quiet and romantic." Ding Luoluo complained after listening to Jiang Xiao's words, "The new neighbor who moved in next door is both qin and drum, how can we talk about tranquility? How can we talk about romance?" Yuan Wei raised her hand again and said, "That's why you want to change houses? Let's switch, you only feel noisy if you don't understand music. I understand, I'm not afraid." Ding Luoluo gave Yuan Wei a disdainful look and said, "Do you understand music? A person who can't even sing the national anthem well is called someone who understands music? Jiang Xiao tried to smooth things out again: "Lolo, switch with her. Changing the environment will bring a lot of fun to life, and you will also have a lot of inspiration." Ding Lolo wavered. Her inspiration has dried up. As a novelist, even third rate newspapers are about to revoke her serialization, and readers are all making derogatory remarks, saying that she learned to be perfunctory just after becoming a little popular, and her novels can guess the 70th chapter by reading the 7th chapter. Ding Luoluo felt wronged, and these readers who had once said they would never change their hearts towards her would engage in a verbal battle with her as soon as they turned against her. Ding Luoluo also felt dissatisfied and wanted to threaten that if anyone really looked at the seventh and guessed the seventy, I, Ding Luoluo, would quit the novel world. Unexpectedly, my friend Jiang Xiao actually did it. So Ding Luoluo had to bury the harsh words in his belly. Ding Luoluo sighed: The life of a novelist is too short.
Mia_Lee_3449 · 39.4K Views
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