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Dragonborn Bandit Lemon

Jenderal, Istri Anda Meminta Anda Pulang untuk Bercocok Tanam

# KEHIDUPAN KELUARGA Su Xiaoxiao sedang tidur siang tetapi membuka matanya dan mendapati bahwa ia telah berpindah jiwa dan sekarang berada di dalam tubuh seorang gadis yang gemuk. Dari seorang dokter militer yang terhormat, kini ia menjadi orang yang rakus dan pemalas. Lebih dari itu, ia sering menakuti orang-orang di desa bersama ayah dan saudaranya. Itulah sebabnya tidak ada orang dari sekitar yang bersedia menikahinya. Meskipun keluarganya berhasil mengatur pernikahan dengan keluarga terkemuka, pengantin pria kabur pada hari pernikahan. Ketika ayahnya mengatakan akan menangkap suami untuknya, ia sama sekali tidak mengharapkan bahwa ayahnya akan benar-benar melakukannya dengan menangkap Wei Ting dengan karung setelah ia kelelahan berkelahi dengan bandit. Su Cheng tersenyum penuh misteri pada putrinya. "Ayah punya kabar baik dan kabar buruk. Mana yang ingin kamu dengar dulu?" "Yang mana saja." "Ayah menangkap seorang suami untukmu. Ia seratus kali lebih tampan daripada He Tongsheng! Kamu pasti akan menyukainya!" "Lalu, apa kabar baiknya?" tanya dia dalam kebingungan. Su Cheng memutuskan untuk mengikuti arus dan mengubah katanya. "Kabar baiknya adalah kamu tidak perlu melahirkan lagi! Menantu lelaki saya sudah memberikan kita anak-anak!" Setelah menikah, Su Xiaoxiao menjalani kehidupan yang sibuk dengan merubah ayahnya yang preman dan adik lelakinya menjadi lebih baik, menyelamatkan nyawa suami tampannya, dan membesarkan ketiga buah hatinya yang nakal… Plus, ia secara tak terduga menjadi salah satu wanita paling kuat di Dinasti Yan!
Pian Fangfang · 447K Views

Lemons of Fate

“IF life gives you lemons, well then, you’re god.” At least that’s what I wrote in my middle school diary, hoping it would be some kind of life mantra. Fast forward 15 years, and apparently, my childish optimism is the least of my worries. I’m now trapped in the novel I wrote as a kid. And no, I didn’t dream this up. There’s no way I imagined the high school drama, the ridiculous fantasy world, and—most importantly—the absurdly cliché plotline of some random teenager becoming a hero by… well, not being an idiot. But here I am. Caught between pages, awkwardly stuck in the world of my imagination where I’m supposed to be a minor character who dies in chapter three. Yeah. Real great, right? And here’s the kicker: It’s not like life (or the "god" of this world, which, let’s be honest, feels a lot like life at this point) is giving me some great power or destiny. No, no, no. Life’s throwing the equivalent of lemons at me, and I have no idea how to make lemonade. I mean, seriously? This world was supposed to be an adventure, full of magic, mythical creatures, and an epic storyline. But instead, I'm stuck here watching the “real” protagonist—who’s probably off saving the world—while I try to figure out how to not get killed by a random monster in the middle of a forest. Is this my punishment for writing a half-baked novel as a kid? Probably. But whatever it is, I’m going to have to deal with it. There’s just one problem—if I want to survive this insane mess, I need to rewrite my own fate. And rewriting this world is a hell of a lot harder than I thought. Can I survive in a story where I’m not supposed to exist? And more importantly—what if I can change the plot entirely?
EgonVera · 1.4K Views

Kiss Of The Night

A College student's soul transmigrated into a renowned Princess of 400 BCE who had a very mysterious and tragic ending. To survive from her obvious doom, she decided to have a lowkey and peaceful life away from royal struggle but she ended up falling in love with the nemesis of that Era, the notorious, ‘Dark Prince’ who was going to be the destroyer and damnation of the whole continent of that century. But, she didn’t know- She was the main reason for his damnation- For her, a lonely Prince turned into a ferocious monster, burning down the numerous kingdoms into ashes. ------ [Extract from the Story] In the solitude of an eerie night, I met that stranger again. He was standing tall and straight like a towering spruce, his profile dark against the moonlight as his long and slender fingers were wrapped firmly around the hilt of his unsheathed sword. His deep voice growled furiously while pulling out the sharp and shining blade from the bandit’s heart, “Aren’t you daring enough to lay your dirty fingers on my woman?” Drops of blood tainted the velvety carpet of the grass and the body of the bandit fell on the ground, numb and lifeless. I was awestruck by the smooth strikes of his sword and it was impossible to steady my erratic pulse. Suddenly, his cold and burning gaze fell on me. Though I never met him before, he still felt the closest person; an inexplicable sense of deja vu washed over me, creating an absurd familiarity that messed up all logic. Approaching me, he cupped my chin tenderly in his warm hand as his thumb gently wiped a drop of blood from my cold cheek, making my body shiver alarmingly. My heart was hammering in my ears and his compelling eyes riveted me to the spot. However, noticing his deep wound, I mumbled in a breathy and concerned tone, “Your injury looks deadly. You need immediate treatment.” A deep chuckle greeted me as he pulled me closer to him, wrapping his strong arms around my waist, "Don't bother about that, My love. Did I make you wait for long?" 'My love!! Is he supposed to be my damn lover?' __________ ‘Death is not a worry of mine Even if I must swallow poison I must have you, …’ ~ Lucian Mavis.
Drops_of_Tears · 2.5K Views
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