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Her Bestfriend is A Man

Daniel stood alone in his apartment. The far-off wail of sirens along 7th Avenue echoed in through the window, but it was unable to drown out the question clawing in his mind. He stared at his reflection on the dark TV screen, and barely audible above the city noise, he whispered, “I love Cindy more than anything, but her best friend is a man.” This question troubled him, month after month. Cindy was everything he desired: brilliant, ambitious, magnetic. Her laughter would light up a room. However, her connection with Frederick as her best friend since college was clouding Daniel’s heart. All the shared jokes reminded him he was not her everything. His desire was to have been her support, her trusted friend, and her only love, but fear held him back. The fear of pushing her away, the fear of appearing small, the fear of lack of not being enough. He sat in his leather armchair holding his phone in hand, thumb hovering over Cindy’s name in his contacts list. Should he call her? Spill the insecurity gnawing on him? Or would that simply show his inability to integrate into her world, in which Frederick was an established reality, much like the city’s ceaseless beat? The fact Daniel wanted to have a life with Cindy, get married, have children, live in a brownstone in Park Slope, conflicted with his fear of losing her to someone who knew her better than he did. He closed his eyes, and here he left the question to hang unanswered. Bur Frederick’s presence was, however, a crack in his drafted blueprint, a factor he had no control over. Daniel gripped his phone tighter; the weight of his doubt forced him down. He desired to be enough for Cindy, but the fear that he wasn’t left him on the edge of silence and a loop of desires and doubts.
ClaireRegina254 · 3.3K Views

Children of Nobility Who Are Not Considered

Everything has a beginning. Where does a human become human? Is it immediately after they gain sentience, when they begin to have clear memories? Or when they are separated from their mother's body through childbirth? If we dare to ask, we will be met with different answers. Many of them. But before we get to the root of these mysteries, we must first address the fact that the act of questioning actually occurs. In a certain world, there lived a king. In that world, the king's role was not only to rule but also to fight the demons invading his country. At that time, the king traveled near the border to intercept an army of monsters led by the Demon King, so he established his frontline base in a remote village nearby. After slaying dozens of monsters with his own hands, he returned to that village base, the heat of battle still intact. Not wanting to be rude to the king in his path, he attacked and raped one of the village girls who came to him for personal treatment, carried away by the excitement of the battlefield. After the passions had passed and he regained his composure, the king was disillusioned with what he had done. He had poured the royal bloodline, which should be shared only with the chosen, into a peasant woman whose surname was unknown. The king told the village girl not to speak of what happened that night, and that she must never tell anyone about it. If she did, he would have to take his life. After that, he gave her his sword. "If the child grows up and asks about his origins, have him come to me with this sword. Until then, no one will ever know who his father is, not even his son. The qualifications for that must be understood by the child himself!" And that was the beginning. Skillfully utilizing all his closest subjects, the king firmly nurtured the womb of the nameless village girl, and in the tenth month, a strong baby boy was born, while they cleverly concealed the fact of what the king had done to his precious bloodline. ...Unbeknownst to him, this child would become a major figure in the era to come. Twenty years later, having grown up, a boy named Cua would begin his real life in earnest. This is his story. With orders not to reveal his father's name, Cua had to live with abuse as an orphan. The place they lived was a rural village far from the royal capital. After fending off a fierce attack from the demon army once, a second attack never came, and thus the royal army never visited this place again after that incident. However, in this cold yet peaceful village, Cua grew up under the scornful gazes of many. They called his mother a prostitute who gave herself to an unknown man and even became pregnant, and the child she gave birth to was a despicable bastard.
Cua_Ys · 6.7K Views

When life is lemonade

The sun dipped below the emerald canopy of Eryndor's endless forests, casting long shadows that stretched like grasping fingers over the ground. In the small village of Verdant Hollow, nestled at the edge of the towering Whispering Abyss, a young boy sat cross-legged beside a Mana Spring. The spring bubbled gently, its waters glowing faintly in the fading light. Yǒnghéng stared at the reflection of his own face, distorted by the rippling surface. His hands trembled as he held the talisman—a simple yet intricate carving of an ancient beast. It had belonged to his grandfather, a revered beast tamer who had commanded the respect of the entire Verdant Concord. Yǒnghéng's grandfather had said the talisman would guide him to his awakening. But years had passed, and it had guided him to nothing but frustration. The faint hum of life in the forest seemed to mock him. A bird's song, the rustle of leaves in the wind, the rhythmic croak of frogs—they all belonged here. But he, the boy with no Soul Construct, did not. "You're wasting your time, Yǒnghéng." The voice came from behind him, sharp and dismissive. Yǒnghéng didn't need to turn to know it was his elder brother, Yǔzhi. Yǔzhi stepped into view, his tall frame casting a shadow over Yǒnghéng. Beside him walked his Soul Construct—a massive, spectral wolf with glowing green eyes and a mane of ethereal light. The wolf padded silently, its presence exuding both grace and power. Yǒnghéng glanced at it briefly, then returned his gaze to the spring. "I'll awaken. I just need more time." Yǔzhi crossed his arms, his expression a mixture of pity and impatience. "You're fifteen. By now, even the weakest in the village have awakened something. You're clinging to a false hope." The words struck like a blow, but Yǒnghéng didn't flinch. "The forest hasn't rejected me yet." "Maybe it should." Yǔzhi sighed. "The Concord only values strength. If you can't awaken, you'll bring shame to our family. You should think about leaving." Yǒnghéng clenched his fists. "I won't give up." Yǔzhi's wolf growled softly, but Yǔzhi raised a hand to silence it. He stared at his younger brother for a long moment before shaking his head. "Suit yourself. Just don't expect anyone to wait for you." With that, he turned and walked away, the spectral wolf fading into motes of green light as it returned to his soul. Long after the village lights had dimmed, Yǒnghéng stood at the edge of the Whispering Abyss. A chill wind swept up from the chasm, carrying faint, haunting echoes. The Abyss was a place of legend and fear, where countless adventurers had entered but few had returned. Yǒnghéng tightened his grip on the talisman. If the forest wouldn't help him, perhaps the Abyss would. Taking a deep breath, he descended into the darkness. The air grew colder as Yǒnghéng climbed down jagged stone steps carved into the chasm wall. The faint light of the surface faded, replaced by the luminous glow of fungi clinging to the rocks. Shadows danced on the uneven walls, and every sound seemed amplified—the crunch of his footsteps, the drip of water, the distant growl of unseen creatures. Hours passed as he ventured deeper. The talisman in his hand grew warm, a sign that he was nearing something. He pressed on, ignoring the fatigue in his legs and the growing sense of unease. Suddenly, the narrow path opened into a vast cavern. Stalagmites and stalactites loomed like jagged teeth, and at the center of the chamber stood a crystalline formation that pulsed with an eerie light. Embedded within it was a shard of brilliant energy—a relic unlike anything Yǒnghéng had ever seen. The talisman in his hand glowed in response, vibrating faintly. As Yǒnghéng approached the relic, the air grew heavy with mana. His heart raced, but he couldn't stop now. He reached out, his fingers brushing the shard. Pain. A searing agony shot through his body, as if his very soul were being torn apart. Yǒnghéng fell to his knees, clutching his chest
LeaveMeBe · 16.6K Views

My Husband Is a Snake!

# WIFESPOILING # SNAKEHUSBAND [On my wedding night, my husband is a snake!] Ning Qing got lost when she was young, and a black python saved her and said, “I saved you. You will have to be my wife in the future.” The young Ning Qing didn’t know what a “wife” was, only that she needed to give birth to snake babies. Later, Ning Qing was saved and grew up successfully, entered higher education and was about to get an internship. The black python had taken a human form and created its own business empire. When the two met after many years, the man recognized Ning Qing and was very satisfied with the wife that had been sent to him. However, he still acted business-like and said, “Be my assistant. Not only will you handle documents and travel with me, but you’ll also take care of my pet!” She didn’t recognize him, so Ning Qing nodded. “Good!” After officially starting work, the man secretly observed his wife and saw on her phone a random picture of a black python. He asked unhappily, “What are you doing?” “A big snake saved me when I was younger. He said I had to be his wife and give birth to snake babies.” A certain man silently exhaled at that. “But… the biology I learned back in junior high school said there’s a difference between human reproductive systems and animals, so I can’t give birth to snake babies. To fulfill the promise, I found a female snake as a new wife for him. The man’s face darkened. “How would you know it likes female snakes?” Ning Qing was stunned. “Then… I’ll look for a…male one?” The man: “...”
ACEE · 297.6K Views
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