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Grand Wedding Evening

Introducing the new story "Return to '81: The Struggle of the Eldest Sister" – a heartwarming pampering tale, a tale of marital love, a tale of a woman's self-empowerment. That year, Ning Yunxi willingly married. On the day she took her vows, everyone around doubted the union, and her family declared, she shouldn't expect to receive a single penny from home. Her husband was an orphan with a bunch of little radish head siblings? No one believed her soldier husband would one day become a high-ranking official, no one imagined her Second Uncle would become a great scientist, and no one conceived that her young aunt would be a future superstar, let alone that the fourth child would be a natural-born tycoon. But truly, one day, all the futures Ning Yunxi saw came to fruition. Today, she has married a poor soldier and has become the sister-in-law in the military; raising the children of soldiers without fear, convinced she's betting not just on one potential stock, but on a multitude of leading stocks – with her newly acquired special abilities, she becomes a super teacher for the people! ----------------------------------------------------- All along, she had been recognized by the Wen Family as the least promising daughter, unremarkable in appearance and unnoticed, still unable to marry at the ripe age of twenty-nine. He, the son of a military family, born with privileges, deliberately concealed his identity at the matchmaking banquet, posing as an ordinary man. When they married, people sneered, "A pair of worn-out shoes matched with a bankrupt family, just perfect." Then one day, the gold buried in the sand shone with an immense brilliance...
Kindhearted Mama · 272.3K Views

What Is A Realistic MMORPG Isekai?! | BL

Arsol (Username: Hakkun) is your average eighteen-year-old tech nerd; he reads cliche light novels, plays video games (way too many), studies for exams, and he programs! Does he have friends? A social life, maybe? Nah, he’s an anti-social whose inner monologues revolve around how humans suck. He’s the type who blames the world for his problems: edgy, angsty, emo— thinks he’s smarter than everyone and has answers for the world’s crisis. Gotta give it to him, though, he a young talent at whatever he does. His skills for programming, gaming (FPS) as well as studying makes up for the fact that he’s an arse. So much so, that he stops going to school altogether and locks himself in his room, he’d rather be with his computer. Because Arsol is on a mission! He’s been collaborating with online strangers who are all equally gamers and computer nerds, who understand him, and who all have this idea to make this steampunk/dieselpunk game called ‘Hero of Emberstein.’ Now, Arsol won’t lie, he’s obsessed. Being one of the co-creators, he finds himself adding features and details he’d want in an MMORPG. The only thing he dislikes is the customizable character features; he never understands such a personalized activity. He prefers Gacha. After 3 years, the game is finally available for beta testing, his 7 online co-creators are all ready to click the play button. But little does Arsol know, he would for real be in the game, like in person, like ISEKAI-ed, like he could die, for real for real. What's worse is, everyone who clicked the play button for the beta test, has also been Isekaied. So like, maybe over a thousand or more? Arsol thinks it’s his fault innocent players are getting transmigrated into HIS game, because he remembers that he removed the 'EXIT' button as a harmless malfunctioning prank-- turned deadly?! Oops. Journey along with Arsol as he hides his identity as the creator, the culprit, and the administrator. And that time he finds out his 6 online friends are all here as well, but where?! Who?! UGH, THIS IS WHY HE HATES CUSTOMIZABLE CHARACTERS! ( I DO, IN FACT, OWN THE COVER )
rDec123 · 1.7K Views

Cheating is Not That Bad

[A Forbidden Romance] "Why are you doing this to me? What do you want?" I screamed in frustration. "You," He breathes out. "You know very well that we don't have a future." "I will take whatever time I could have with you — no matter the consequences." "It's wrong. I am married and you are —" "Are you?" Naisha Kaur became Naisha Rivera when she was just nineteen years old. Despite being an arranged marriage, she thought it would be a fairytale: a sweet, charming young guy, a great sophisticated rich family. She thought a perfect life awaited her. But her illusion broke the very day of the wedding when this perfect guy and his family started to show their colours. But she was adamant, she believed she could win them over if she loved them enough. So she gave her everything, only to be used, insulted, disrespected and broken by her new family and her husband. Naisha didn't know exactly when she gave up on a happy life but she became numb to everything. She just wanted to survive. . . until a new man entered her family and made her realize life was something to be lived not just survived. Emery Tsui was a businessman in his late thirties, who couldn't care less about anything other than his work. Love had left a bitter taste in his mouth since he was a kid. He had watched his mother going crazy for love and respect from her father, only to be rejected repeatedly because her mother was nothing more than his father's mistress. When he was born, he was also rejected along with his mother for being an illegitimate child. He watched his mother die craving love and acceptance, only to get cruelty and pain. For Emery, the image and feeling of love were forever tainted. He knew the demons in his head would never let him love someone . . . but when he saw Naisha, her life made his blood boil and he knew he couldn't ignore her. He knew he shouldn't care for her like that not only because she was more than 13 years younger than him but also because he was her husband's uncle.
Mystical_Snowflake · 200 Views

Even Its Lords I Will Fight

In a small, insular village where everyone is bound by tradition, 15-year-old Kor Loren stands out—not just because of his jet-black hair in a land where blonde is the norm, but also due to his dark past. Ten years ago, his parents mysteriously disappeared, leaving him to tend the family’s paddy field and fend for himself. Scorned by the villagers who see his appearance as a curse, Kor’s only solace is in the fields, where he dreams of one day unraveling the truth behind his parents' disappearance. Kor’s quiet life is shattered when he discovers a hidden relic that links his family to an ancient prophecy. As he delves deeper, he learns that his parents were guardians of a powerful secret, and their disappearance is only the beginning of a greater conflict. Driven by a fierce determination, Kor vows to uncover the truth and challenge those in power, even if it means facing the very lords who rule his world with an iron fist. With each revelation, Kor grows from a boy burdened by grief into a formidable fighter. He must navigate treacherous alliances, confront powerful adversaries, and confront his own fears. In a world where power and perception can dictate one’s fate, Kor's fight is not just against those who have wronged him, but for justice and his own place in a world that has long shunned him. “Even Its Lords I Will Fight” is a tale of resilience, courage, and the unyielding quest for truth in the face of overwhelming odds.
HanAkari2 · 7.9K Views

Transmuted : Love of an Evening

[Wouldn't recommend reading this. I butchered the starting premium chapter pretty badly, now this is just an incomplete memory.] [ Lynn, Sam and Mahone ] I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror.     My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history class once said that I had perfect lips. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them, too.        I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My lips. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Samlin Greenham." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Sammy," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Lynn. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my lip to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around.     A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.
Faria_Samira · 32.5K Views
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