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He Said Vanguard

He is Lovestruck in the Revenge

The Xie Family all studied law, possessing the fine qualities expected of a scholarly family. Xie Shang too had them: elegance, deep learning, a Fragrance Connoisseur versed in classics, also skilled in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. But he was mad, capable of reciting the scriptures while holding a Buddha statue, as well as breaking people's hand and foot bones, very gentle, yet very cruel. Xie Shang didn't become a lawyer but opened a pawnshop instead, where you could pawn anything as long as the story was compelling. One day, someone came to the pawnshop and told a story: In Fragrant City, there was a family with the surname Wen, where daughters took their mother's surname. The daughters of that family could cast spells, the kind that bewitched men, leaving their lovers either buried with them or taking vows of celibacy; in short, either dead or destined for a lonely life. Xie Shang's uncle had died in Fragrant City, which is why he accepted this particular pawning business. Bewitched, confused, thrilled, deeply in love, but love unattained, and a pain so intense it made life unbearable. — This was the script Xie Shang had prepared for the deaf boy Wen Changling. In the end, it was Xie Shang who ended up with this romance-addled script. Wen Changling: Are you surprised, Mr. Xie Shang? (This isn't a book transmigration story, it's a contemporary sweet romance. The 'script' in the book title implies deliberate plotting.)
Gu Nanxi · 112.3K Views

Reborn as the Wife He Killed

Alia is a skilled thief who, in search of a legendary treasure, sneaks into a castle under the cover of night. However, she unexpectedly witnesses the castle’s owner, the handsome and cold-hearted billionaire Marcellus, murder his wife. In the chaos of her escape, Alia is discovered and killed by him. But death isn’t the end. Alia wakes up to find herself reborn a year earlier, this time in the body of the wife Marcellus had killed—Livia. Faced with the man who had once killed her, now acting outwardly kind but still harboring deadly intentions, Alia knows she must uncover the truth within a year and avoid the same tragic fate. Her plan? Escape the castle and steal the treasure. During her time in the castle, Alia discovers that Livia’s identity is far from simple, and she soon finds herself tangled in a deeper conspiracy. Marcellus’s younger brother, Elias, has a close, secret relationship with Livia, one that seems to involve hidden feelings. As Alia secretly investigates Marcellus’s true intentions, she is drawn to his conflicting mixture of gentleness and coldness. At the same time, the body of Livia compels her to develop feelings for Elias, whose tender care for her awakens a sense of warmth. Caught in a whirlwind of emotions, Alia realizes that every person’s motives are more complex than they first appear, and she must make difficult choices between truth, revenge, love, and survival. As the one-year deadline approaches, the conspiracy unfolds, and Marcellus’s true intentions toward Livia are exposed. Alia finally finds a chance to escape. But with emotions tangled and fate inextricably linked to the castle, will she choose revenge and freedom, or will she find redemption and true love within the deadly walls of the castle?
pikapikaqu12 · 2.7K Views

Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Neva and Rhett, the two youths have their heart strings attached in love. Interfering their peaceful life circumstances unfolds scattering blades in their romance. Ishmael, with a heart of spikes, he looks to mend the wound, searching and failing for his Neva separated from him. Rays of love and joy filtering through clouds of horror in the world, Neva before him once more. The twisted fate entangling them, reveals the game of sphere as misery burns their soul. Concealed life beyond turning pages—one after another. The tale gathers: sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and weakness, destruction and creation, love and hate. Illusion is where we live; in the Garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusive is serenity; an evermore sanguine of love. Visionary of Eden in the new earth; sows hope deep in the soul. Delusory pleasure of the world; shall bring us burns in the ocean of fire. Illusive Eden is peace. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of the man, even now bleeding red. The whisper whirls with the dawn of a man. He, who pretends to be the Hero. (The girl who promised to always be together, Forbids him to ever appear, Refusing to recognise him, She disregards all he ever had. Vowing to protect her, He's the terrifying truth she hopes rules lie. Tripping and ripping her, He's the living tragedy looming in on her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth; He's the villain pretending to be a Hero.)
NehaPriaa · 123.8K Views

Scars He Gave Me

"You know what a good girl would have done? A good girl would have stayed home instead of sneaking out of her father's compound just to get a man to fuck her. A good girl wouldn't have stabbed a man like me with a pen. And most of all, a good girl wouldn't be turned on by holding a gun to a man's chest." I lean closer to her. "You're no good girl, Ivanna." "You… you're wrong." "Go on then. Come on. Pull the trigger." *** My name is Ivanna. I am the daughter of Misha Sidorov, the head of the Krasnoyarsk Bratva. I have just graduated and I’m about to go to college. My life is perfect until Sergio Sakharov comes into the picture. He is the darkness itself. He reigns over the entire Sakharov family and by extension, the Dvina River Vory Bratva. His word is law, and his desire is absolute. Everything changes in a split second when he steals me away and holds prisoner in Tyva, a bride for his only heir. But Sergio doesn’t take no for an answer. He always gets whatever he wants and against all reason, he claims me for himself instead. He thinks I’m the perfect match for his desires and he is determined to keep me close, even if I fight him at every turn. Except, I’m no helpless pawn. I’m not innocent. I have tasted his dark side, and I want more. The don himself, the man they call the Volkov of Dvina River appeals to me in the most sinful of ways. His wickedness draws me in, and when he decides that he wants me, I’m helpless. I can’t resist him, even if it means giving myself to him. He may think he has power over me and can control me every step of the way, but I’m about to show him who the real boss is.
Bistas_She · 51K Views

He was the reason: The beginning

She was the daughter to the Infamous Multi-Billionaire is sister to the Infamous Bachelors of Westdentia. Lester - Cold Ruthless CEO who was following in his father's footsteps. Levy - 6 time Golden Medal Olympian. Liam and Louis - World's Best Game Developers. Loved and cherished by her brother's and father, the Reinhardt Princess was her nickname. Always quiet and reserved in her own little bubble.....this all changed because of her brothers and their friend who not only brought color into her life but also showed her darkness she couldn't fathom existed. .......................................................... Synopsis: Leina shook with anger and had tears in her eyes as she looked at Alexander. She could not understand how Alex could suddenly showed up after years of disappearing and that too with the AUDACITY to question her! "WHAT, what did you expect huh?, that I pause my life and wait for hm?, do I fucking look like a toy to YOU!" Leina shouted as she pointed her finger at him. "HOW COULD YOU, you have the audacity to as-" Alexander couldn't bare see her so disoriented and vexed by him, he suddenly pulled her, held her nape and kissed her hard. Leina shooked at first but did not understand what came over her but tears fell from her eyes as she recuperated his kiss, holding on his coat for dear life. Breaking their kiss, Alexander kiss her forehead before he look down at her and whispered, "I'm sorry.... I promise I won't do that ever again" However he knew that to keep his word it would be difficult but she was worth it and that's all that mattered.
Apple_beeaaan056 · 3.2K Views

Vanguard.Frame

Year 2102 of the Old Earth Calendar. Humanity left their home planet, earth, to traverse the stars once the space ship technology evolved to a sufficient extent. The era know as the Era of the space travel was born with the conquest of the solar system.Many years passed after the beginning of said era, and all of humanity, which had unified into a single banner, conquered a myriad of star systems and became a massive power that fiercely defied the many dangers of space, an hegemonic power which no other race, either primitive of technologically advance, could defend against. This remained like this for hundreds of years, until president Alberich rose to power in the year 2504. Alberich Geisburg, elected president of the Unified Humanity, was not satisfied with his position. He found the chains of the democratic system irritating, so he seized all the power for himself through violence, which led to the division of humanity into multiple nations. From this conflict three powers were initially created. The Geisburg Empire, with the self proclaimed Emperor Alberich Von Geisburg and his dynasty leading it. The new Republic of Humanity, which followed the democratic system used by the now destroyed Unified Humanity. And the Commerce Territory of Shenbaun, born from the alliance between large corporations and named after their primary star system. This initiated the Era of galactic conflict, which lasted 400 years. The war between these three nations led to the creation of Frame Constructs, simply called Frames by most. Infantry and common armored vehicles were not sufficient, so humanoid weapons were the next step, and this technology revolutionized war and daily life. Frames became an irreplaceable piece of equipment for all three nations. From Worker Frames, which were used for agriculture, mining and construction, to Infantry Frames which waged war in small numbers and destroyed enemy fleets and defenses with ease. The incorporation of Frames increased the war efforts, and also its brutality. After this, many changes occurred. The Frame technology development race between corporations generated internal conflict between the corporations that formed the Commerce Territory of Shenbaun, which eventually caused the dissolution of said faction, giving birth to hundreds of corporate star systems that control a vast amount of stars, constantly in conflict with each other. The brutal and authoritarian nature of the Geisburg Empire caused multiple revolutions within the border systems, which eventually became kingdoms of their own. Among these kingdoms the most prominent, which remain until today, are the Hiers, Padparadscha and Luminose Kingdoms, along many minor kingdoms. The empire lost a lot of its territory because of the revolutions, which at the time, caused everyone to believe that the New Republic of Humanity would win the war against them, but a sudden event prevented this. About a third of the Republic territory was lost when multiple star systems declared independence, the Republic, which knew they couldn't afford to fight at two fronts of war at the same time, had no option but to recognize their independence. These now independent star systems joined and became the Holy Adamant Dukedom, a wholly religious nation that followed the principles of their newborn religion. The dissolution of one of the three major powers, and the loss of territory and power of the remaining two caused the war to come to a halt, and it was in this period that the new generation of Frames was born. The Vanguard Frames, also known as the gods of war.Giant machines with the power to annihilate standard fleets and battalions of Infantry Frames, upon the creation of Vanguard Frames all the nations poured their efforts into the development of this technology, preparing themselves for the inevitable war that was sure to come. Currently is the year 3072, and were now in the middle of the Era of Gods, named after the Vanguard Frames.
MadChroma · 2.5K Views

WORDS WE NEVER SAID

In a world where unspoken truths can weigh heavier than mountains, no one ever warned me about the danger of words left unsaid. I always thought I could handle it—breaking my heart seemed easier than breaking my mind, after all. But it turns out, the mind is a far more dangerous place than the heart. It doesn’t heal quickly, and it doesn’t forget. What happens when you leave words hanging in the air is that they start to fill every empty space, crowding out anything else, leaving only the residue of missed opportunities and what-ifs. My journal sat in front of me now, filled with everything I’d never said. All the words that could have changed something, anything. It was strange, how it felt so much easier to discard an entire journey than it did to let go of a single glance from yesterday. The words I left behind felt heavier than the pages I wrote them on. I didn’t even know why I kept writing anymore—maybe because it was the only place where I could finally speak, even if no one would ever read it. The reality of not saying things, of keeping my feelings buried, left a deeper scar than any conversation I never had. But what could I do? It’s not like the words would ever come, not now. What was left were the possibilities—the ones that never had a chance to come to life. A life where we could have made different choices, said the things we were too scared to say. But the past is a cruel thing to hang onto. It taunts you with the “what could have been” but never gives you any answers. And so, I sat there, sighing as I thought about how this was all I could do—curse the world, blame myself, and wonder if maybe there was something I could have changed. Maybe I could’ve found a way to let him know how I felt. Maybe I could’ve found the courage to stop pretending. But now, I was just left to face the weight of silence, and it felt as heavy as the words I could never speak. I thought I could be fine, that time would wash it all away—just move on, I told myself. But the more I tried, the more I found myself tangled in a web of thoughts that didn’t make sense. The days and nights we spent together were now just memories—snippets of laughter, quiet moments, little glances exchanged in the middle of the chaos, all trapped in the space between the confusion and the comfort of what used to be. I looked back, trying to make sense of it all, but it was like trying to hold water in my hands. The harder I tried, the more it slipped through my fingers. I regard all of us, how we all fall into this trap—how we’re all just people, trying to navigate this world with the hope that someone might catch us, that someone might finally understand what we didn’t say. Maybe we all end up here, stuck in the mess of things we wanted to say, but never did. And at the end of the day, there’s no one to blame but ourselves. We’re the ones who held back, who kept our truths hidden, all for the sake of protection, or pride, or fear. It’s easy to blame the world for the things that go wrong, but in the end, we’re the ones who let it go unspoken. And maybe that’s the hardest part—learning that we were the ones who stood in our own way.
silverstariii · 11.9K Views
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