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Diary Of A Wimpy Kid The Long Haul

Long Mu: The Rebirth of the Dragon Princess

In a world where ancient myths and modern reality collide, an unlikely heroine emerges. Angeline Richmen-Ozigi, a stunning 18-year-old, lived an ordinary life until fate intervened. While saving two Asian children from kidnappers, she took a bullet and is teetered on the brink of death. Moved by her selfless sacrifice, the Twelve Guardians of the Twelve Moons intervened, healing her and revealing a shocking truth: Angeline was the reincarnation of Wen Shi, the legendary Dragon Mother (Long Mu). As her dormant powers awakened, Angeline was catapulted into a realm of magic and monsters. The White Dragon King, Master Arthur Long, after swearing his loyalty to her, showed how grateful he was ti her for saving his grandkids, and welcomed her into his family, and home - The Nest, as Benjiro and Ari's nanny. But Angeline's new life was not without its challenges. She found herself entangled in a web of romance, danger, and intrigue. The Triad Underworld and demons hunted her, while her beauty captivated many hearts leading to a full blown war for her heart. As Angeline navigates this treacherous landscape, the Goddess of Creation, Nu Wa, reveals a prophecy - only easy to end the war: Angeline must choose her mate from the Chosen Three - One is a friend, One is her soulmate, and one was the architect of her past demise. But the stakes are dire as the unchosen would perish. Will Angeline find love amidst the danger? Who are the Chosen Three? And what will be her heart-wrenching choice? Dive into this epic and spicy tale of magic, music, romance, and self-discovery.
Philipa_Richmen · 6.7K Views

A Long and Lasting Love

Title: A Long and Lasting Love Author: mischa143kelvin Series: Vampire Romance Summary: It happened in the land of eternal twilight, where shadows danced and secrets lived. In that farrago, there emerged this story about Salvatore, the vampire prince of secrecy, who was always an air of mystery over himself to rule over his empire as he pleasured; this man yearned for love so unendingly it resonated as if at the depth of his immortal soul. The magical forests that border his kingdom had been where fate wove the threads of destiny. Ayaka was a mortal healer with a heart as boundless as it was compassionate. Salvatore was attracted to her like a moth to a flame, and their meeting was nothing short of serendipitous. Salvatore watched her in the shadows, enthralled with Ayaka gentle touch when she healed the evils that lurked in her town. Faced with the unavoidable call of fate, Salvatore then stepped out into the moonlight to also lend her a hand in her own healing. Theirs was to be a union brought about by destiny, so cold immortal hands and so warm, mortal hands clashed together as one. Their hearts seemed to merge into each other since in life, they had intertwined their lives. Salvatore lived alone, so he could find comfort in Ayaka. Her kindness and understanding melted ice from around his heart; in her, he found something he had never known- love. Ayaka cannot help but fall for the mysterious vampire prince whose eyes held mystery and longing inside them. Their love, a forbidden dance between darkness and light, thrived against all odds. It was not without challenge, however. Salvatore is immortal and ageless, forced to watch his beloved grow old with time, wither to dust, while Ayaka has been burdened with the knowledge she will one day leave the world behind. In a last-ditch attempt to bridge the chasm between their worlds, Salvatore offered Ayaka the gift of immortality-the very essence of his existence. Ayaka, wise in her mortality, declined. She chose to love the fleeting beauty of her existence, cherishing every moment stolen with Salvatore. Tied together by an unbreakable bond, they solemnly promised to love one another harshly, to the cruel hands of time, whatever they might be pushed. They cherished every day like it was the last; etching the love onto the tapestry of existence itself. Laughter, tears, love, and the world around them kept on changing seasons and generations. As their mortal lives drew to a close, it was love that remained the flame of eternity, the one thing which time could not contain. The legend of Salvatore and Ayaka would become one of whispers down the ages as proof that love can be unyielding to all earthly constraints. It demonstrated how true love overcame mortal boundaries and remained a beacon for hope for those who believed in love strong enough to defy the test of eternity. From the Series "Vampire Romance"
mischa143kelvin · 12K Views

Second chance - Diary of a transmigrator

The sweet scent of flowers invades my nostrils, while a light breeze caresses my body. I reflexively turn the other way, my hand flailing around my waist futilely seeking my blanket. Unable to find it, I gradually wake up, only to realize that I am not on my bed, nor in my room or in my house… instead, I am lying in a patch of grass in what looks to be a small clearing in a forest. Wait… WHERE THE HELL ARE MY CLOTHES???? I jump to my feet in panic and look left and right trying to figure out what is happening. My mind can’t process the situation, but after a few minutes the panic recedes and I start thinking somewhat rationally again. I check myself for any injuries or bugs crawling on me and I am relieved when I find none. Then my brain processes what my eyes see and I freeze. I once again start checking my body slowly, running my hands over it inch by inch. My beer belly is gone, the white hairs on my chest are now black and my body while not exactly rippling has defined muscle lines. Yeah, nice dream, I thought. I haven’t looked or felt so good since I was 20. Then reality slaps me again. A memory surfaces from the depth of my mind from a researcher’s interview on tv; you can’t smell something in your dreams, you just identify the scent that you should be smelling. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I smell the grass, the little violet flowers, the scent of the tree resin carried by the wind… fuck!... Toto, we are not in Kansas anymore…
PinkCulture · 7K Views
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