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Little Miss Marker

The Young Miss Refuse To Love

Transmigrated into a novel she dropped was never on Qi Jianyi’s bucket list. She could still remember how she deleted the novel on her phone after reading the first 30 chapters of the book.  “A book full of bullshit.” She cursed before going to sleep.  Never in a million years would she have thought that one day, she would be pulled into a novel she hated. All Qi Jianyi could think of was trying to look for a way home while ignoring the plot of the novel.  But where does she start? No, does she really have the time to think about it after the appearance of an annoying man who keeps pestering her?  Qi Jianyi could not forget her first impression of that man. He was as cold as ice, but had a fiery temperament. Those beautiful eyes of his had once captured Qi Jianyi’s attention.  But the young miss of the Qi family was too busy looking for a way home. How could she have the time and energy to care about a certain young master?  However, Song Chengfeng would not stop appearing before her. He didn’t know why either. For the first time in his entire life, his mind and body were not in sync.  “Why bother with her?” He whispered coldly, yet his legs already walked towards the woman who was enjoying her life.  “Because I love you, Qi Jianyi! I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling this way, but I do. I love you! I love you so much that the thought of losing you terrifies me. It suffocates me. And yet… you’re not even mine.” - Song Chengfeng "Loving me only ruins you. So stop!" - Qi Jianyi
TheArale · 230.8K Views

Miss Painter And Her Knight

In the quiet, hidden town of Aldervale, Vania is celebrated not only for her beauty but for her remarkable artistry. Known affectionately as "Miss Painter," her work captures the spirit and soul of Aldervale’s people and landscapes, drawing the admiration of townsfolk and distant travelers alike. Though many have tried to win her heart, Vania remains reserved, her focus on her art and on one unspoken dream. Vania has harbored feelings for her childhood friend, Keiza, since they were young. A gallant and courageous knight, Keiza treats her with the same warmth and kindness that has marked their friendship since childhood, unaware of the quiet love Vania keeps locked away. She cherishes his friendship above all else, holding her feelings close to her heart, hoping perhaps someday he might notice her in a different light. Their peaceful lives are disrupted, however, by the arrival of Prince Challierz, a man of wealth, influence, and ambition. Drawn to Aldervale by rumors of Vania’s beauty, the prince becomes enchanted by her at first sight. Unlike Keiza’s gentle friendship, the prince’s desire is a forceful obsession. Determined to possess her, he declares that Vania must join his court as his concubine, a demand that shakes her world. Caught between the prince’s power and her own heart, Vania finds herself at a crossroads. She must decide whether to bow to the prince’s will and sacrifice her freedom, or risk everything to fight for her independence. And as she turns to Keiza for support, she wonders if he can see the depths of her struggle—and perhaps the feelings she’s long hidden from him. Miss Painter And Her Knight is a story of courage, unrequited love, and the strength it takes to fight for one’s own path, even when the odds seem insurmountable.
heeeeeeeeeeyya · 184 Views

Falling for Miss Director

Nature never imposes love; it offers it gently, much like a fragile rose unfurling its petals in the morning light. ***** When Sydney's eyes locked with Jordan's, her heart danced a frantic rhythm, and words seemed to dissolve before they could leave her lips. His striking silver eyes glistened like precious stones, while his elegant black tuxedo highlighted every sculpted line of his face, transforming him into a dashing prince from a fairy tale. His warm, gentle smile wrapped around her like a tender embrace, and she felt as though she was yielding to the whispers of destiny. This was that electrifying moment of love at first sight, yet... Sydney's hand instinctively moved to her stomach as she dashed aside, swept up in a torrent of emotions. It wasn't just her heart that raced; her deepest anxieties stirred to life as well. L-O-V-E! Sydney Mia, renowned across the nation as a visionary director, had a clear mantra: "Conquer the world with my films, amass accolades, and secure an immortal legacy." Love was never part of the grand narrative, merely a faint echo in the distance. Yet, Jordan's presence was a gentle tremor, unsettling the core of her being and awakening a yearning she had never acknowledged. There was an undeniable uniqueness about Jordan. He was the calm amid chaos, a sanctuary where she could truly be herself and confront her demons. As she opened her eyes, her hand still quivering, their gazes intertwined once more. His silver eyes radiated an ethereal intensity, brimming with concern and tenderness. "Are you okay?" he inquired, his voice a soothing balm, like a gentle stream winding through a verdant glen. In that instant, Sydney felt her defenses beginning to crumble, her fears slowly unwinding. Could Jordan be the one to ignite her heart, to reveal that love was not a vulnerability, but a formidable force capable of moving mountains and breaking the chains of her deepest insecurities? Could he be the one to inspire her to rewrite her life's script, to place love in the starring role?
Favour_9_Olajide · 14.6K Views

Little Goliath

'What is this?' Theodore thought as he opened his little eyes to what he assumes to be one of his parents who is dropping him off on the doorstep of a church at what seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, ---a few hours ago ago--- Theodore was like any other normal person: had a family, had dreams, filled with ambitiouns, liked games, sometimes goes outside, has preferences, filled with desire, and of course went through a difficult time in his life, he was just as normal as the average person is. but one thing he is different from others is that he likes roasting people online especially the rich, he loves making fake accounts just to meme people, judge thier preferences and give rating for their every day (unnecessary) objects, he even makes money from it by making videos about how stupid some rich people are. But that led him to his death when he was kidnapped by a rich woman, who he had made fun of... '???' He didn't know what happened after that... --- [Somewhere in a different time]--- 'Where am I?' he asked as he tries to move his head and eyes uncoordinated, there were noticeable things to hint where he was currently at; the church was styled like it was described from a dark fantasy book, the sky was clear with a few clouds roaming in the sky as the light of dawn hits them, and his parent who looked like a literal angel, '....they seemed to be speaking..." "....to think my offspring looked... Normal, even though you're mother is a human and I, Michael... am an angel... So shouldn't you be a €i@n¥?" The angel asked the infant, only to be replied with cooing, "Oh... Who am I kidding? You're just an infant, how can you even understand..... goodbye Little David" the angel said as he spans his wings wide, knocked on the church's door before he flew from the ground and vanished between the rays of dawn ——17——Years——Later—— 'Hmm', looking back at the moment, David sighed in his stupidity for realizing something that he should've considered, "Well I was very afraid and shaken from being reincarnated, so I really can't truly blame myself for not realizing.... Right?" He asked, seemingly into the air [No, from what I can see, the fault was totally on you] the voice of the male siri that suddenly replied to him "Well fuck you, this wasn't supposed to be my problem, I'm just a defect Nephilim, not someone who asked to be a hero!" [Correction, currently you're a captive of Achilles] "That's not what I meant! You retard of a Sy--" [Playing; Don't Stop Believing by Journey] ================= This work is inspired by the stories of; the origins of the Book of Giants (and pages from the Bible that references to the Book of Giants), The story of David and Goliath, the themes, setting, scenes, land, and stories from various legends, tales, myths, 'n methods in both western and middle eastern. "..." => Talking '...' => thinking (...) => Details/explanation [...] => moves/important terms/specific places #...# => links/inspirations/references for the chapter ..====.. => end of a scene/transition to another scene ================= A [Short] novel, Meaning this is a work that I did not put my all in, But it is something that I gave my thoughts to: the chapters, characters, the plot and the finale. each chapter has atleast (1.2k)-(1.7k) words but I might be able to make chapters with nearly (2k) words, I've learned that in my previous works, the chapters are short af [–=Notes=–] >This Test Novel shall only have 20 chapters, >Have limited descriptions given >English is my third language and I learned English through poetry at first, so please anyone, help point out some writing errors of mine that I didn't do right >I lack perseverance so I might only upload mostly once a week, sometimes twice a week, or worse scenario once a (few) month(s)
THADDEOUSSo7 · 3.8K Views

Strong Miss Clara

Clara Noman found herself entangled with the family of a woman whose almost lifeless body was found at Cherim. Clara played a huge part in keeping the woman alive until she was moved to the hospital. But was confirmed dead within minutes of arrival. A few months later, she relocated to be with her mother at Cherim, alongside her best friend, after having her license of practice revoked. Several months later, Clara was totally broke and unable to take care of herself nor her ailing mother, so she took the opportunity that presented itself in form of Bennet Lewin, the widower whose wife's almost lifeless body was discovered at Cherim almost two years ago. A marriage of convenience it was between them. Bennet was a man of his words and he kept the end of his bargain. The plan was to have a mistress for his household, a mother for his young daughter and a shield from the numerous spinsters whose mother's couldn't help but choke him with visits on regular basis. Their marriage blossomed and love became part of the union. Falling in love with each other became inevitable. Clara couldn't help but open up bef heart go the father and daughter duo, and for the first time in a very long time, she loved and was loved right back, or so she thought. Life seemed more stable and fulfilling until chaos came calling. So many things seemed off in her household. From the housekeeper, to the Bennet's late wife's best friend, to the unexplainable scenes surrounding the death of the first Mrs. Lewin, to discovering other Mrs. Lewins aside the recently deceased one. Clara ended up discovering several plots, murders, murder attempts and evil within the Lewins household. She stood firm and fought the culprits with the support of her dear husband until she uncovered several evidence that points to her husband as the biggest evil. Will she be able to accept this truth and fight the very man she was now madly in love with. Will she be able to run away before he finds out that she knew what he did. How can she ensure the safety of her loved ones if she decides to fight the great Bennet Lewin. Who will save her from the rot of the love of her life. Book cover: Imagine.
christabelradiance · 21.3K Views

Little Mischief

Kara had finished her second glass of wine by the time she'd explained everything and her eyelids seemed to be getting heavy. Her head had been resting on my shoulder while she had been recounting the events of the night before and she seemed in desperate need of sleep, so I helped her get in position on the sofa; laid her head on a nice cushion and she fell asleep quickly. I slipped into my bedroom and got changed into a little red dress that loosely fell to mid-thigh, and quietly watched the TV, although most of the time I stared at Kara. She looked so gorgeous, so vulnerable, and I couldn't help stroking my inner thigh as I watched her sleep. I wanted her now more than ever, to feel her lips on mine again and have her body pressed against mine, but in a far more intimate way than the night before. Her knees were bent towards her chest revealing a generous amount of thigh to me, I'd hardly noticed the blue skirt when she'd arrived because of the outpouring of emotion but now I could have a proper look at her smooth legs. Even though I could see quite a bit of her outer thigh I wanted to see more. My hand had found its way under my dress and was stroking my own smooth skin as I lusted after hers. I needed to get a better look and tried moving around on my chair, like a horny sixteen-year-old boy trying to look up a girl's skirt. Instead, I'm a horny nineteen-year-old girl trying to look up a girl's skirt which is totally different, right?.... Right?
Incubus_Tarv3n · 17.8K Views
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