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A Reformed Rake Makes The Husband Epistolary

Omnipotent Husband System

Hao Ren was born in another world and has lived for over twenty-two years being nothing but a definition of the word, average. After a high school reunion, the young man sat down on the beach shore, and mumbled to the sky, "God of Novels, you are unfair. I spent forty years of my life doing nothing but reading books and stories written by others. I worked hard to manifest this rebirth, and yet you did not bless me with anything. Why?" A voice echoed in his mind, "Host, you have the Omnipotent Husband System." Hao Ren scoffed and scolded the system, "What is the use of having you when you are not even active? Are you shitting with me, you bastard?!" The system replied, "Host the condition for activating the system is to get married." Hao Ren could not handle it anymore and cried out loud as he complained about this condition. He was not good-looking, and neither was he wealthy, who was going to marry him? Tired, he spent the on the beach. When he was returning home, he passed by the marriage registering center. He sighed for his fate but suddenly, a beautiful lady asked him, "Hey, do you have any identity card on you?" Hao Ren nodded in a daze, and the lady dragged him inside the office. The young man was yet to register what happened to him when an automated voice sounded, "Host, congratulations on getting married. Omnipotent Husband System is now activated." ... Years later, Hao Ren became an entity many people wished to meet. However, Hao Ren never stayed outside, to everything he had one reply, "I have to go home and cook for my wife." Would you like to know his journey from an average to an over-achieving person standing at the apex of power and prestige? ... Author's Note: If you guys wish to discuss the book with your co-readers, or have suggestions for me on how to improve the story, you can reach me out on discord. Discord: chasing_dream06
Chasing_Dreams · 1.9M Views

My Young Husband, The Assasin

It all started with a glass of Tequila that Aira thought was orange juice, making her drunk and unknowingly spending a hot night with a handsome young man named Renji Ishikawa. As a result of that night, Aira's life changed drastically, especially when she had to marry Renji Ishikawa, who turned out to be a teenager in his teens. But if she refuses to marry him, Aira is threatened with a lawsuit on charges of sexual harassment against a high school student. ………… How sad it was, how heartbreaking, and feeling like the biggest fool for being in the middle of the wedding of her ex-lover and her best friend. "Your drink, Miss," offered a polite waiter, approaching with a tray full of various colours and flavours. She picked a glass of orange drink with a fresh cherry on the rim. Her moon-like eyes stayed fixed on the groom while she drank the beverage until it was empty. Nothing strange happened to the sweet girl for a minute, but suddenly, dizziness struck, and she stumbled as her body swayed. Her delicate hand searched the wall for support, afraid of falling, feeling like she was experiencing an earthquake, and seeing everything around her shake. Feeling too weak to walk, she chose to squat near a large pot close to the ballroom's entrance. People around her watched silently, unwilling to help; some even gossiped about her. She was distressed and needed help, not performing for an audience, yet many still criticized her. Wild imaginings suddenly crossed her mind, wishing for a handsome prince on a white horse to rescue her, like scenes from her childhood anime favourites. But things like that only happened in fairy tales, where the prince would permanently save the princess from the villain's hands. That was how the stories were written. For her, there would never be a prince in her life story. But who would have thought that God would grant such an extraordinary miracle? Among the hundreds of high-class guests, one person approached and tried to offer help after observing her in silence. A handsome young man in a black suit stood right behind her. "Miss, are you alright?" he asked, concerned. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice still shaky from crying. The man stood frozen for a moment as though startled by the sight of this stranger but then smiled and extended his hand. "Don't cry here. Let me help you up." She shook her head, her cheeks red, not from embarrassment but from the effects of the drink. "My head is spinning, and I can't walk." The young man raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Alright then." He slipped his arms between her legs and under her body, lifting her, and she was heavy, just as he expected. From afar, the girls began to watch with shocked faces, filled with envy, anger, and jealousy, seeing the young man from the Ishikawa family carrying a girl, rumoured to be Aira Hoshino, the ex-girlfriend of Kairo Kenzaki and the best friend of Mika Kurogane, who were the couple getting married tonight. She rested her head on his shoulder comfortably, inhaling the refreshing scent of mint. Only this handsome young man, like a Greek god, came to her aid, asking about her condition, and now, carrying her out of the party without saying a word. "Where is your home?" he asked as he laid Aira, the girl he just met, into the car and fastened her seatbelt. "I don't want to go home," she whimpered. "Why?" he asked as he sat in the driver's seat. "Do you want to comfort me while my heart is broken?" she said, draping her arms around his neck. A grin spread across his handsome face. "How?" he asked, pretending not to know. "Stay with me until morning," Aira teased with a playful smile. In the next moment, Aira's lips were captured in his. Slowly, Aira's eyes closed tightly, leading her into a peaceful dream, soaring high into the sky, feeling as if it were real, not just a dream. …
Diny_Rosaly · 10K Views

Syndromic Astraclysm: The Extra- Syndromes Makes Me Evolve Endlessly

"Have you ever wondered why Syndromes exist?" The voice was calm, almost conversational, but the weight behind it was crushing. "They say the universe is alive, that stars are cells and galaxies are tissues. And like any living thing... it can get sick." He exhaled sharply, gripping his chest as if that would steady his spiraling thoughts. "Syndromic Nemesis… You’re telling me the universe has cancer?" The figure before him chuckled. "A fitting word, isn’t it? When Syndromic Energy festers, it turns monstrous. The balance must be maintained, or the infection spreads." He gritted his teeth. "And the monsters we kill—?" "Symptoms. Existence correcting itself. But tell me… what happens when a disease fights back?" A long silence. "You’re talking about Euoniams." The air felt heavier, reality bending as something unseen stirred. "They were never just mistakes. They were inevitable. Born when Syndromic Energy collapses in on itself, feeding in an infinite loop. They have one desire—return to their pure state." "And if they succeed?" The figure’s expression darkened. "Then we see what happens when the syndromic energy rewrites the body." He inhaled sharply. "You mean no one knows?" "No one can know. Even the Syndromes—the first, the omnipotent—are incapable of thinking about it." The sky above fractured, spiraling apart like peeling flesh. Something writhed within the cracks—something wrong. "Didn’t I tell you?" The voice was quiet now. "You never should have come here." ----- (Author's note) this book can't even be compared to a stone but you must have in your life pick up a stone in your way to throw it. Just do the same for this. This could be a total waste of time for you... And there are gonna be references about some 'Auhors' and their 'Novels' Aria is the queen
suppose_Shadows · 1.7K Views

A Husband For The NANNY

“Congratulations, you have been hired as the personal assistant…” “Really!” Grace exclaimed even before Jace Brandon, the CEO of Brandon Corporations could finish his statement. The growing sparkle in Grace’s eyes did not escape the keen sight of Jace. “To my son,” he completed. “Yes, I’m very much delighted to take up the position of the personal assistant to … your what?!” Grace’s eyes almost popped out of their socket as she completed “son?” listlessly. “You heard me right,” Jace replied coldly as he stared at Grace. “Is that not the same as being employed as your child’s nanny?” Grace asked doubtfully. “If you want to put it that way, yes.” Jace replied nonchalantly. “In other words…” Grace began. “You are officially my son’s nanny, if you accept the offer,” Jace Brandon completed. “If there is nothing else, this interview is officially over.” ********* Grace Fowler, who had always dreamt of becoming a top designer in the biggest designing firm in the country was blacklisted for exposing sensitive company information due to a set up by the ones she trusted the most— her boyfriend and her kid sister. Shattered and battered, she set out for greener pastures in an unknown land and ended up being hired as a nanny to the son of Jace Brandon, the wealthiest billionaire in San Francisco. But the scariest thing was when her job description was gradually amended to not only taking care of the five year old autistic son of the CEO but the widowed CEO himself. What does the future hold for her when suddenly, everything around her begins to change and her past comes calling again with the sudden appearance of her boss’s late wife. Will Grace be able to let go of her past and embrace the joy of fighting for the heart of the man her heart yearns for, or settle for happiness in the arms of Trent, her boss’s cousin, who literally adores the ground Grace walks on?
Beautifiedg1 · 899.4K Views

Making fire

Life was tiring, I wanted so much to be free of everyone. I wanted to hold on to what little happiness I remembered walking through the woods. The feel of the crisp air when the sun broke into dawn, the way I felt the trees come alive as I wondered through them, how quiet everything was. But now I’m married. To the most unpredictable man I had ever encountered. But there is something about him. The way he moves, eyes sharp and narrowed watching my every step. I always felt as if he were hunting me, and maybe he was. I could never get away from those peering eyes long enough to enjoy a moment to myself. He was always there, around every plan of escape, every thought of silence, every time I even thought of a life away from him. No doubt due to the binding ceremony that was performed. The only request I had about the ceremony was that it needed to be performed by a priestess but my father wanted HIS personal witch to bind Tristan and I. Once my father ordered you to do something ‘not one person disagreed’. I did not mean to think so ill of her but I can not help this feeling that she may have added a little spell to the ceremony. If I could only speak to her, I have not seen her since I left my brute of a fathers home. I could always ask Sheri-Tristan’s second wife. Yes. I’m the third wife of this man I call husband. But Sheri was witch born before being turned by Tristan. She had the most beautiful violet hair and matching eyes. Where as I had bright auburn air with green eyes, the only thing I kept of my mother. Sheri could help me find out if I am under some spell so I can get Tristan out of my head long enough to leave his kingdom. She hated me so, I believe it is due to Tristan not informing both of his wives that a third was going to be arriving. And that was me. If I was going to ask her for help it had to be now, I have my awakening ceremony tonight. It will mark 3 months since our wedding and as accustomed with Tristan and his coven, 90 days was the mark a bride had to wait to be judged by the collective to be accepted. Tristan assures me that I will be accepted and he will turn me tonight in the hues of the blood moon that was to be eclipsed. I did not want to be turned. I was human. If I was turned I’d loose my humanity and become full vampire. The same thing happened to Ava-Tirstan’s fist wife. She could not handle the lust and killed a few members of court. Some human but some halflings like Sheri. I did not want to kill. I shuttered at the thought of taking the life essence of another living being. I did not want to live in this manner. I only pray that Sheri is in a favorable mood this afternoon. Here I stand, outside her door. I had been standing here for about 10 minutes. I needed every help I could to escape my marriage. Yet, knocking on her door was the most exhausting thing I have been doing since I arrived here 3 months ago. “Here goes nothing.” I said out loud as I finally knocked. “Entrer” She was quite demure when she’s not in a mood. I might have a chance of gaining her help after all. One look my way and her mood was already changing. “YOU!” —maybe not………….
Jade_4527 · 12.7K Views
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