Download Chereads APP
Chereads App StoreGoogle Play
Chereads

Bill Weasley Is Drawn To Hermione

Help!: I Think My System Is Trying To Kill Me!

Author-san here! Well, I know you're all here for some adventure, so don't worry. I've got you covered! (^0^)  This is my original work, and I know you all will like it. So shamelessly lean back into your seats and read away!  Of course, don't forget to check out my other books: •I'm The King Of Technology. •Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You? •And finally: 'In A Cultivation World With An Entertainment Park.' You can also visit my website for more books: https://LumydeeNovels.Gumroad.com/ Well, that's enough of that. So back to the synopsis! ...... What to do? Ji Feng suddenly found himself in the body of a youngster named Wolfram Lockhart, the son of the deceased village head. Okay. So he transmigrated. That, he could live it.  But please... Can anyone tell him why he transmigrated with such a crazy system by his side? [Host, it looks like your uncle is heading your way. Hahahhahaha~... Host, you're about to get butchered. This is fun to watch!] '_' [Host, host, where are you going? So what if you're as weak as a chicken? Come on, dive into the battle. What's the worst that can happen?] '_' [Wait! Host, where are you doing? The battlefield is that way! Host! Host! Host!.. Dammit! What a waste of heavenly popcorn!] (:T^T:) .... One boy, one unbelievable system.  Ji Feng... No!... Wolfram Lockhart... now found himself in the strange world of Grandia, starting from the weakest level ever... A mortal! In this world of palladium, Sky ranking abilities, and Creatures of myths and legends, Wolfram only had one domain from it all.  With his head to the heavens and his little man out of his pants, he was quick to spray his fluid while raining uncountable curses at them.  Why? Why in God's name did they send him a Suicidal system?
lumydee · 894.6K Views

Bill and the Whistling Death

|WATTPAD CREATORS PROGRAM · WEEKLY TO BI-WEEKLY UPDATES| A troubled veteran attempts to forget the past by volunteering at Patriots Point Naval and Maritime Museum, but it proves difficult when he's close to the plane that changed his life forever--the Corsair. *** Retired Navy pilot William Beckington never planned to move on after The Incident and has lived with the guilt for seventy years. After failed attempts with PTSD counselors, his daughter recommends that he begin volunteering on the aircraft carrier CV-10 in Charleston, South Carolina. Reluctantly, Bill agrees, but his decision proves difficult when he stumbles back into the world of Corsairs, the plane he'd rather forget. Seeing that The Incident still haunts him, Bill's new friends attempt to help him remember his long-lost joy; he attends Bulldog Tours, learns the stories of other veterans, and strangely finds himself near the Corsair more than he would like. While nothing will free his mind from the traumatizing Incident, Bill must find a way to push past his grief and guilt to live the life he is meant to live--and rekindle his best friend's legacy before he succumbs. *** *This enjoyable story has received a special shout-out from Wattpad Ambassador @RookWri78 for a strong first chapter!* *Bill and the Whistling Death falls under the Wildcard Category--with elements of Historical Fiction, Adventure, Literary Fiction, Drama, and slight Coming-of-Age. There is also a queer side character--just FYI, but it stays quiet because of the time Bill served.* Are you curious about the airplanes we have at Patriots Point? Feel free to check them out! https://www.patriotspoint.org/things-to-do/aircraft
CroodsGirl · 3.7K Views

How to Accidentally Fall for Someone Your Kingdom Is Colonizing

"Kings, when they invade a land, they ruin it and render the honor of its people humbled." That word sears into my memory. A voice that has long disappeared, sweetly creeping back, faint and distant. Words that ring true across the universe. My world was once a canvas of wonder, where sunshine beams on a green landscape and rainbows decorate the sky. His world, however, was painted with the crimson hues of blood and draped in the ashen cloak of despair. I had seen the world through a beautiful colored glass. I failed to grasp the rift that separated us, oblivious to the fact that while we stood on the same land, our feet tread upon different paths. Beneath the same expansive sky, our gazes had locked in opposing directions. Breathing the same air, and yet… I hadn’t noticed it sooner. Up above, I found a serene and familiar landscape, in a different realm, bridged by the unknown. While he, down below, navigated a harsh reality. Worlds apart. But destiny united us. His dark hair is like the midnight sky. His bright eyes rival the radiance of the rays. His complexion, kissed by the sun itself. His freckles are like the stars that adorn the firmament. Amidst these, his round ears stand as a reminder of our inherent differences – he, a child of humanity, and I, a descendant of the elves. He is a sorcerer with his words, weaving phrases that entrap my very soul. He’s bewitching me in love so deep and profound. He invades my heart without any sword. And yet… "Dear beloved, I’ve called out to you often, yet my cries fall upon deaf ears." "Dear beloved, I’ve glimpsed you in the shadows of my dreams, but you have not seen me." "Dear beloved…"
GleamGuffaw · 4.1K Views
Related Topics
More