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The Mistress Is Reborn As The Fiancée

The jeers followed her like a persistent shadow. "Murderer!" the crowd screamed, their faces contorted in a grotesque parody of the adoration she once commanded. Just months ago, they had screamed her name, their voices a deafening roar as she shimmied across the stage, a beacon of light and pop perfection. Now, their cheers had morphed into venomous hisses, their eyes burning with a hatred that chilled her to the bone. Noelle clutched her lawyer's arm, his face a mask of grim determination. The cameras flashed, capturing her every move, every tremor of fear. The headlines screamed: "Pop Princess Plummets: Noelle Accused of Murder." The irony wasn't lost on her. Her life, once a carefully constructed fairytale of fame and fortune, had become a grotesque tragedy. The trial was a circus. The whispers, the sneers, the relentless scrutiny – it was a constant assault on her senses. Her once loyal fans, the ones who'd plastered her face on their bedroom walls, now reveled in her downfall. They devoured every salacious detail, every whispered accusation, every tear she dared to shed. The verdict was a foregone conclusion. Guilty. Noelle watched the judge pronounce the sentence, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief and despair. Death by lethal injection. ‘At least they did not give me the electric chair’ she thought to herself in a poor attempt at humor. * Months later, a solitary figure knelt at her grave, the wind whipping at his hair. Rain lashed down, mirroring the tears that streamed down his face. "I'm sorry, Areum," he sobbed, his voice hoarse with grief. "I'm so sorry I was too late." He clutched a single, wilted rose, its petals stained crimson, a poignant reminder of the life that had been brutally extinguished. * Noelle is a bright star who has the world at her feet, she feels no guilt about being the other woman coming between a husband and his wife. After all, Evan had been in love with her since they were teenagers. The only reason he married Ma-Ri was because his family demanded it, if he had a choice he would surely have picked her… When she gets wrongfully accused of murdering Ma-Ri, she loses everything and is sentenced to death, everyone including Evan turn against her and she is left to die a miserable death. She is reborn and this time she faces the humiliation of being the woman who is being cheated on. She is determined to end the cycle and not let the future she had seen come to pass, she decides to step out of the picture and focus on her career. In doing so, everything changes, Evan clings to her and refuses to let her go, a mysterious stranger who has been studying her also steps in and decides to fight for a chance to be with her.
SukieWrites · 18.2K Views

Reign Supreme:The Rise of the Eternal Sovereign

On the Sacred Continent, bloodline and divine soul determine destiny. However, the young Chen Sheng is born with the mysterious grass vine divine soul and is regarded as waste by his family and suffers all kinds of humiliation. When the girl he deeply loves, Wu Hui, is involved in the family conspiracy because of him, and when Wei Gong of the Wei family tramples on his dignity with power, this seemingly humble young man finally erupts. He rebels against his family, rides a stubborn donkey and breaks into Mount Sumeru where fierce beasts run amok. With his flesh and blood, he hunts down third-level mysterious beasts and becomes famous in one battle in the martial academy league. However, this is just the beginning. As Chen Hui, the ancestor of the Chen family, breaks out of the seal and emerges, Chen Sheng's true identity is gradually revealed. He is actually the direct descendant bloodline of the four super families of the dynasty, and there flows in his body the power of the "grass vine king" who can devour everything. From a despised "bastard" to a bloody war god who wields a demon knife, Chen Sheng slays gods and proves the way with a proud posture. He dares to resist imperial power for his beauty, dares to burn the imperial capital for his brothers, and even dares to roar at the sky: "If fate oppresses me, I will break this sky!" This is a story full of demonic aura, betrayal and awakening. Every chapter is engraved with the brand of "not submitting to destiny".
CSheng · 2.2K Views

Heartbeat's Journey

Mu Yang is undoubtedly the most dazzling figure on the university's racing track. Amid the roar of the engine, he is like a black bolt of lightning, maneuvering the racing car at breakneck speed on the track. Every precise and sharp turn elicits deafening screams from the spectators' stands. That driving force of pressing forward bravely on the track and freely sweating, along with his uninhibited and carefree posture, constitutes his unique charm, attracting the attention of countless people. His signature misty blue hair flutters freely in the wind, as if it were the embodiment of his passionate and free spirit. On the other hand, Jiang Lingxi is like a flower quietly blooming on campus. As a female novelist who works diligently in obscurity, she immerses herself in the romantic world she has painstakingly constructed all day long. With a pen and a stack of paper, she can weave touching and gripping stories. Her heart is as delicate as the gentlest breeze in spring, filled with wild and unrestrained fantasies. From the moment she saw Mu Yang on the racing track, Jiang Lingxi fell deeply in love and couldn't extricate herself. The male protagonist in her novels gradually took on the features of Mu Yang. His handsome face, strong and powerful physique, and that unique misty blue hair have all become the sources of her inspiration. In fact, the red thread of fate was quietly tied in their childhood. Mu Yang fell in love with Jiang Lingxi at first sight. At that time, the little Jiang Lingxi was like a beam of light, illuminating Mu Yang's world and becoming the most cherished white moonlight in his heart. As time passed, the moment they reunited, the love in Mu Yang's heart was instantly ignited. With a bit of cunning, he used his incredibly handsome face and perfect figure as "bait" and carefully laid out a plan. Just like a crafty big bad wolf, he lured the innocent "little sheep" Jiang Lingxi step by step into his world. In this love journey full of twists and turns, misunderstandings and quarrels are inevitable. But after every storm, a more splendid rainbow awaits. They have left sweet memories in every corner of the university campus: in the library, Mu Yang sits quietly by the side, watching Jiang Lingxi who is writing attentively; beside the racing track, Jiang Lingxi waves a flag and cheers loudly for Mu Yang. From the youthful love on campus, to the sacred vows exchanged in the wedding hall, and then to the happy moment of welcoming the crystallization of their love, their entire lives are filled with sweetness and happiness, writing a heartwarming and enviable story of a perfect ending.
Yanhong_Huang · 108 Views

The Devil's Justice

"You are mine, Estrellita. You have always been mine," he whispered to the night. "And I tend to take care of what belongs to me. Especially when it comes to you." In the next instant, his lips met mine, drawing away the chill and replacing it with his warmth. The sensation of his skin against mine was like a fire, and my pussy throbbed, ignited with desire. I was stirred by the Devil's touch. I was twistedly aroused by the Devil. *** Silent Rivers. Silent Tears. Roaring Courage. In the tranquil town of LarksVille, a web of deceit, cruelty, and hidden wounds lies hidden. Anastasia, a brilliant and determined college student, becomes an unlikely saviour as she exposes tormentors who have terrorized Preston University for too long. Beneath the idyllic surface of this small, close-knit community, Anastasia peels back layers of secrets, betrayal, and long-held grudges, uncovering a haunting history of bullying that has shattered lives and left scars both seen and unseen. But when suddenly the hunter becomes the prey, who's going to save the hunter? They have only one clue. A common pattern. A cryptic message, "Devil." With every revelation, Anastasia inches closer to the truth, but she also draws nearer to the shadows that threaten to consume her. Yet, as Ana navigates through the complexities of justice, she finds herself entangled in a chilling game. A stalker, equally compelling and dangerously enigmatic, emerges from the shadows. Despite the alluring warmth of Lorenzo, Ana remains haunted by the chilling presence of the Devil, her relentless and fearsome stalker. Who is the "Devil"? A psycho killer with a mind of intelligence or a victim seeking revenge? If so, then who's next? As Anastasia finally confronts the darkness lurking in her community, another web of truth thrives. "The ending is only the beginning."
Wendrila_Kundu · 33.1K Views

Sword Shatters the Firmament

In a valley brimming with spiritual energy, a young man named Lin Xuan was meditating in solitude. He had joined the Qingyun Sect at a young age. Though his talent was average, his perseverance never wavered. Every morning, he practiced Qi cultivation; every evening, he honed his swordsmanship—day after day, year after year. On this particular morning, Lin Xuan sat cross-legged atop a mountain peak when he suddenly sensed the spiritual energy within him stirring restlessly. Closing his eyes, he regulated his breath and focused his mind, only to discover a wisp of unusual energy in his dantian. This energy was unlike anything he had absorbed before, seemingly imbued with the boundless mysteries of heaven and earth. Overjoyed, Lin Xuan realized that the moment of his breakthrough had finally arrived. He immediately calmed his mind and circulated his cultivation technique, guiding the mysterious energy through his meridians. As it coursed through his body, he felt an immense surge of power. His cultivation level steadily ascended, and he entered an unprecedented mystical state, as if he had become one with the heavens and the earth. Suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed across the sky, and the spiritual energy in the air surged violently. Lin Xuan opened his eyes to witness a brilliant sword light streaking toward him from the horizon. His heart trembled—it was none other than the Qingyun Sect’s supreme treasure, the Zixiao Sword! The dazzling sword light hovered momentarily in the air before descending into his hands. The sword trembled gently, as if responding to his presence. Lin Xuan knew that this was the moment of the Qingyun Sect’s inheritance—and the true beginning of his journey on the path of immortality.
Daoistvx6YLh · 2.5K Views

'Seed of Chaos' System

Chaos. Screams, a strange omni-colored fire, falling buildings, and a resounding bestial roar that dominates the skies. This is Faxton, a city in a highly advanced human society that has long since conquered the stars. On April 17, 3501 AST (After Space Transcention), Faxton is destroyed by an unknown alien beast. Two months after the attack, Alesha Williams wakes up to discover that a mystical entity, The 'Seed of Chaos' System, has bonded to her and is determined to mold her life to its liking! This story is about her journey coping with the uninvited, obstinate being in her head and growing in strength while she tries desperately to keep her humanity--which the System seems intent on getting rid of. While trying to figure out whether this new 'System' is more of a blessing or a curse, Alesha's life takes several unexpected turns, her worldview is flipped upside down, and she changes in ways she will never be able to take back. ---- Cover Art digitally painted by me! Do not reuse in any way, shape or form. Absolutely NO AI is utilized in the creation of my story or its concept art. Other concept art for this series is published here: https://www.deviantart.com/lewhimsira/gallery/94239058/-seed-of-chaos-system ---- Chapters range from 725 - 1500 words on average (most commonly ~1100 words), with a few chapters being longer. I am an uncontracted author, so all chapters are FREE! :D Current posting schedule is 2-3 chapters a week.
LeWhimsira · 110.7K Views

Ex-wife Revenge: From Grass to Grace

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.
Osagie_Aromose · 4.3K Views
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