Exposure Poem

Ming Ping reincarnated in the cultivation world as the son of the XuanYu sect's sect master's wife due to his great karma in his past life , he is blessed by heaven for his greatness and reincarnated here. To his surprise, he got his consciousness awake and even understand the words everyone talking around him since his birth it surprise him but he surpringly maintained a clam exposure even after knowing about this like a Great Venerable Immortal. But after knowing another thing about himself he can't keep his calm exposure anymore . In this beautiful and chaotic world of immortal he can't see anything at all . He can't open his eyes no matter what but he can still see the world around him even if he didn't open his eyes. It's because of the Gu which has been with in him since his birth . Eternal Gu is the combination of trillion or even uncountable Gu which grants him the ability of looking around the world without even opening his eyes like X ray . Now that he came to this world his cultivation journey begins as he slowly started to know the use of his eternal gu which is a combination of multiple gu. And later he dicoverd that his mother ( Ming Jun ) who is the wife of sect master isn't his real mother.

Rose Wyatt, a seemingly ordinary personal secretary to the enigmatic CEO of Walden Group, Asher Walden, hides a dark secret. As a witch, she has carefully woven her life into the human world, concealing her true nature. All hell breaks loose when she starts having feelings for Asher. With a dangerous enemy lurking in the shadows and love rivals vying for Asher's attention, Rose's magical powers become increasingly erratic. The risk of exposure is higher than ever, and her growing affection for Asher complicates matters further. Can Rose balance her secret identity with her budding feelings for the man she loves, or will her magical abilities ultimately tear them apart?

On a rainy night of July 15th, Qin Sisi brought home a shivering stray cat. Since then, her life underwent a profound change… "Come sleep with me." "No way!" "Didn't we always sleep together before?" "Back then you were just a cat." "I can still be a cat now." As the words fell, the tall figure vanished, leaving a black and sleek cat, lazily curled up at the head of the bed. Its deep, purple eyes slightly narrowed, it let out a lazy, adorable meow at her, “Meow…” Fan group: 817058766

A collection of poems.

[Empress + Multiple Female Protagonists + Funny + Diary + Exposure + Super Cool + Invincible + Super Explosive] Lin Feng traveled to the world of cultivators and lived for six thousand years. He used all kinds of identities to leave behind countless legends and some romantic encounters. Until one day, his diary was found. The world of cultivators was shocked to find that there was such a sixth brother in this world. After the diary was exposed, the secrets of this world were also revealed. [The Holy Virgin of Jade Lake is really good, hehehe!] [Who would have thought that the Empress of the Celestial Dynasty would have such a delicate and charming side?] 　 [Today, I found some secrets about this world.] [I'm tired of using the name Emperor Huang the Celestial Emperor. Tomorrow, I'll change my identity!] PS: Great Emperor is just a title, not a cultivation level. If you don't like it, don't criticize.

"In a World of Images" is a reflective and uplifting exploration of the power of imagination, storytelling, and the eternal presence of goodness in the world. It takes the reader on a journey through various lands and cultures, where stories are filled with valuable lessons and wisdom. The poem emphasizes the idea that beauty and goodness exist everywhere, transcending borders, and that through understanding, reflection, and creativity, one can uncover these treasures. The recurring themes of good triumphing over evil, the timeless nature of wisdom, and the joy of storytelling unite the piece, making it a celebration of human experience and imagination.

Hey. This isn't really a story of sorts. It's just my collection of poems that I wrote. I just like writing poems. Drop some power stones if you'd like, that would really help. Not that I'm in desperate need or something, haha. Have a good day. May you never roll a NAT 1 on life.

I spent years avoiding poetry, and what happens? Got me when I least expected it. Born after seeing a tv programme. Pushed by a need to escape from writing that epic. Reflexes to landscapes, skyscapes and flowers: Reflexes to music that stirs the beat. Dances. A Poetry Collection.

a series of random stories and poems

Fake dating is a risky business, especially when you start to fall for the real thing. Silas Rivers and Kai Ashworth have been friends since childhood, their families bound by a shared history. But when Kai finds himself entangled in an arranged marriage, he turns to Silas for help. Their plan? Pretend to be a couple, hoping to scare off his unwanted fiancée. As they navigate the awkwardness of fake dates, public displays of affection, and the constant threat of exposure, Kai and Silas find themselves drawn closer than ever before. They start to question their feelings for each other, realizing that the line between friendship and romance is blurring. But neither is ready to admit the truth, fearing the consequences of disrupting their friendship and the potential for heartbreak. Will they find solace in the comfort of their charade, or will they risk everything for a chance at something real? "The Gray Area" is a captivating story of self-discovery, love, and the courage to embrace your true self.

A new journey, beautiful future, dreams come true. Come follow my journey to reach the shining star. *I am stuck in description* *Hope you like it !!*

every time I stepped out of my comfort zone I fell in the blossoms feeling not quiet to reach the peak bloom but stay low hidden with the petal hiding the shyness I stood motionless with the both eyes frozen in showiness at the first sight of enchantment

poems, short stories, writing prompts, and story snapshots that i come up with. this will not be a daily update, more than likely when i am finished writing something i will put it on here.

I decided to post some poems I've written and also will post most poems given by anyone, to find out how, read "Anthology Expectations" Please have fun reading these poems.;,;. __ Thank you silentscarlettt for the cover. Please check out her books: https://www.webnovel.com/book/11134602906265805/The-Wheel-of-Transmigration __ To chat with DeJeL and find other novels by DeJeL: tiny.cc/DJLWNC

A collection of super short stories covering different genres with poems attached -more of poems also- - Just choosed teen to fill out the genre blank_ - I will update as I get more inspiration - no particular story also, just a little incident to trigger and set the mood of the song⁠♡ As the title goes, it's a songs of heart, some inspired by my emotions at a particular time, life events or random things. -this author loves poems and this is the first time I will be writing it on another place apart from my book, so it may not be perfect- *not a trend book* Just something you stumble upon on a random day and add to your library :) —when a heart is relentless.. find the perfect melody for it... I⁠♡U

My first poem collection book

In a world of The Great Eather, humans operate with the aid of gods, utilising their knowledge of the past to guide them into an age prophesied by the Ill Omen, the human guide of the gods.   Lucrid is a boy who has lost his memories of both past he has experienced. Slowly he may uncover what led to his state, and gradually he will develop the understanding that he is a part of something unique, something dark and dangerous, but what? You might realize this as you read, but I do love poems.

Shadows of Midnight takes readers on an enchanting and chilling journey into the mysterious realms of supernatural love. Set in a world where vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and witches coexist in the shadows of human society, each chapter reveals the forbidden romances that blossom between these mythical beings and mortals. The novel delves into the lives of several creatures of the night, each grappling with their nature while struggling to balance love and the darkness that defines them. From the seductive allure of vampires to the fierce loyalty of werewolves, the story explores how love can bridge the gap between worlds, even when it seems impossible. As alliances form and secrets are revealed, these star-crossed lovers must confront ancient rivalries, family expectations, and the threat of exposure in a world that fears them. Shadows of midnight is a spellbinding tale of love, sacrifice, and the power of the supernatural, sure to captivate readers who dare to journey into the shadows. ---

What they said was unbelievable; they said mama is singing this beautiful poem for us. I was stunned because my wife had died, and she was allergic to poems. She never liked to sing. I asked them to go from here. Suddenly the door closed and a voice appeared: 'You can't take them away. They are my children." This was horrible and terrifying. Even Joseph and Jennifer had frightened. All the things in the room started moving in a circle around us. I moved toward the door to hold my children's hands, but the door was not opening. Suddenly a lamp fell on me, and I got hurt by this. Joseph got angry after seeing this. Joseph threw a toy given by a spirit and shouted you are not my mother. Suddenly, everything became calm, and the door opened. We went out of the room and packed our bags to return to our house. We returned to our house and decided not to go there again. We couldn't understand who was she and what she wanted?

Set ope all shutters, that the day come in Like a sea or a din! Let not a nook of useless shade compel Thoughts of the night, or tell ...

I wrote these sonnets, poems, and quotes; in the darkest hours of my life and I hope some of you could relate. I write with all the love and joy I have for writing, just because I don't publish anything doesn't I still don't write behind closed doors.

This is a heinous story about a heinous person. Not to mention his other achievements: just after graduating from university, he had two listed companies on the NASDAQ. No, he recently acquired another listed company, and is planning to acquire another. Behind him, a whole host of investment banks are chasing after him. When will your website go public? Investors also say that a website like this must be subject to public scrutiny. The young boss is back in his carefree youth. This year is a springtime year, coinciding with an old man writing poems by the South China Sea.

"What happened to her?" Cloe looked upon the poor girl, her arm broken out of her shoulder, a dagger stuck in it. She had a bruised cheek, swollen, and blood covered her dried lips. Her breathing was slow, like she was about to fade away. " a poem i wrote for the book Love will follow you, and the heavy burden of responsibilities will crash; emotions will die, and new ones will be reborn. Death will arise, but life will return. -im not a professional writer, so i hope you can understand my grammar mistakes-

I can't explain why or how this cycle repeats for me. Yet, what I do understand is each time I die, I return to the starting point, a zombie apocalypse, and continue my journey anew. In my first apocalypse, I overlooked the creeping signs of doom until overrun by zombies in my flat, where I perished in sheer terror. The second attempt to alert others of the impending chaos fell on deaf ears; labelled a lunatic, I fled the city, only to succumb to starvation and exposure alone in the wild. By the third go, I sought safety in wealth, collecting vast supplies, yet fell victim to a brutal gang. Now, understanding the key—precise foresight, survival skills, strict secrecy, and solitude—I see the purpose in reliving this collapse. This time, failure is not an option. This time, I will survive and outlive the apocalypse.

356 stars of the year is the book full of poems that explains the long journey of the 356 days of the year and what we find in each day. because we all got the same days of the year but the difference is what we do with them and every day different story................