Download Chereads APP
Chereads App StoreGoogle Play
Chereads

Doe Shrine Remnant

The third party does not want to love again

Aurora’s eyes blazed with anger, her voice breaking between the tears she had tried in vain to hold back. “I thought I would forget your past love for you, but I was wrong! You are the one who chose to remain trapped in the past, refusing to see the one who truly loves you!” Kyle, despite his outward calm, was burning inside. Guilt gnawed at his heart, yet he said nothing. Aurora cried out bitterly: “She is happy now, living her life with the one she loves, with her husband and children! She never saw you as more than a brother and a friend!” He couldn’t take it anymore. Stepping toward her in anger, his voice was sharp as a blade: “Shut your mouth. I don’t want to talk about this again!” Then, coldly, he added: “Go home. I’ll send your father a letter of apology and end this engagement.” Aurora stood still for a moment, her eyes filled with pain before she whispered in a choked voice: “Don’t bother… I will send the letter to my family myself. And don’t worry, I won’t tell them that you were the one who wanted to end it.” She cast him one last broken glance before turning away, leaving behind nothing but the sound of her fading footsteps, her silent tears, and a shattered heart… A week passed. Then, the phone rang. Kyle answered coldly: “Yes, who is this?” A trembling voice came from the other end—it was Lady Valeska, filled with concern: “Is Aurora alright? She hasn’t called us all week…” His heart pounded violently in his chest as panic surged through him. No… No… No. I can’t lose her! Will this love find a happy ending, or will it remain one-sided forever?
Nen_ai · 7.4K Views

Eclipsed By Fate

Eclipsed by fate Who remembers the ruin of a god? Who dares to chase what was never meant to be found? Noor—an enigma draped in silk, a storm without thunder, a shadow that bends the world yet leaves no trace of its touch. She is whispered of in corridors where power is traded like currency, yet no man holds her name, no past binds her, no hand dares to reach. She walks unclaimed, unseen, forgotten by design. But some things refuse to be buried. Some ghosts never rest. Sanlang, a man cast in golden light, sculpted into perfection, a deity in the eyes of the world—and yet hollow. Beneath the applause, beneath the worship, something stirs. It begins as whispers in the dark, fragments of a life he does not remember, a truth that gnaws at the edges of his mind. A gavel’s fall. A price too steep. Shackles too fine for a king. And in the abyss of his lost memories, she stands. Watching. Waiting. Who is she? A dream? A curse? Or the key to a something that should have remained untouched? He chases her like a man chasing the sun, believing himself the hunter. He is wrong. She does not run. She does not fear. She does not need to hide, for she knows—should he tread too far, should he step beyond the veil—he will find not salvation, not love, but the remnants of a god unmade. He who was never meant to remember. But now that he does, the only question that remains is this: Will Noor let him live with the truth? Or will she erase him as she did herself?
Nephthys_Selene · 1M Views
Related Topics
More