I really love this story, it's so beautiful and touching..that's why I would like to share it with you guys. hope you enjoy it too. author : Fu Sulü 扶苏绿 translator : catharcity That night, I listened to the hymns till dawn, not for serenity, but to seek a sliver of your soul; That month, I flipped through all the scriptures, not for enlightenment, but to touch the pages where your fingers once lingered. That year, I knelt on the grounds, my head embracing the dusts, not to pay obeisance to the Gods, but to feel the warmth you left behind; That life, I wandered through ten thousand great mountains, not in search for an afterlife, but to cross paths with you - Gao Fei, do you believe that I lived through this night, this day, this year, and this lifetime, only to hold your hand and accompany you in this journey of life? This only for online reading, credits belong to the original author and translator. (Thank you carharcity for translating this beautiful and wonderful story💐)

Shi Sheng ( Arc 5) Eat Your Medicine , You Dunce This is not my story , not my work. #Credit to original owner. #Credit to Wordpress .com

"I want you, Gray. I want you to give me every ounce of your being. I want know how you feel. I want to know how you taste. Most of all, I want to know what you sound like when I bury myself deep inside of you, and have you screaming my name." He breaths, running his nose against my cheek. I let out a shaky breath and whimper as Calvin's hands dig into my thighs. My body is begging to be touched.

Would you like to play a game? The rules are simple... you just have to get someone to fall in love you, devote himself to you, and care for you until the end of his days. Think it's easy? Confident you'll win? Let's see how well you play the game. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

High school girl Vanille found herself in the ancient times of China, where the one emperor rule the country and war breaks out everywhere as she stumbled upon the seventh prince of the country. Beneath his cold and emotionless face laid a scarred soul. He was attracted to that uncommon eye color of hers. Perhaps that might be the key to melt and shine light onto the dark abyss within his eyes. ''My mind is in shatters. It is wavering. I feel like.. I want to stay here. Even if it means not returning back to where I was.'' ''Then stay with me. '' My own original story. Not a translation for chinese novel or whatever. This story is more like a crossover of two worlds: modern America and ancient China.

She, Mao Yu Cheng, is one of the greatest Generals of history, and the first female one at that. Every war she fights, she wins and will return to bring glory to her country. But everyone knows that the General is weird. Weird and in love. Mao Yu Cheng: Wifey~~~ Min Fang: Hmmm? Mao Yu Cheng: I'm starved~ Min Fang: Then eat something? Mao Yu Cheng: Alright * smirks* Min Fang: Ah. Why are you touching me?!? Mao Yu Cheng: Because I want to eat your tofu~~ I'm starved of, of you so I'm gonna ravage you now. ~~* evil grin* Min Fang: What it's not nighttime yet!!!*gets red* Mao Yu Cheng: Ohh? Does that mean you planned to give yourself to me at nighttime?? *raises eyebrow* Min Fang: *Blushes and looks away* Mao Yu Cheng: I dont think I can wait until nighttime. * licks lips and carries wife into the bedroom* Maid A: Is Miss really a woman?! Maid B: Is Master really a man?! Maid A&B: .... Best we leave them be (I want to put many bed scenes in this story So I'm warning you Original Story & I don't own any of the pictures) I'm sure there will only be short chapters

[Chen Ju Fen] The chrysanthemum fragrant blooms at dawn. At the age of 22, she died by the hands of her so-called husband and at the feet of her 'sworn' sister. Dying regretfully for wasting her life on a man who had thrown her away so easily like an used tissue, she opens her eyes to the familiar sight of her bedroom at the age of 16; it was exactly one year before she married him. Now she makes a choice: follow with the original story or take another route. NOT A TRANSLATION: this is my own humble story. All rights reserved. Do not plagiarize. Cover picture belongs to me while other photos used throughout the chapters do not, and I don't claim them. They belong to their rightful owners. Viewer's discretion is advised. Story contains usage of strong language, violence, and heavy sexual contents. Read at your own risk! Highest Rankings reached: #1 Novel #1 Revenge #1 Short story #1 Mature

*2nd editing* If you like historical, harem affair dramas, and the underdog rising to regality, you will like this book! After Carmen Han gets into an intense car accident, she spirals into a different era. In 220 BC, Carmen tries to navigate around to find things to get her back to her own world. With a miraculous journey to the palace, the ability to speak their language out of nowhere, and naivety, Carmen struggles to find her way out. Will she gain the power she deserves? Or will jealousy, ruthless schemes, and enemies forbid her from finding her way home? Read about Carmen's journey to power with a historical, Machievillian yet modern twist. #1 Emperor #1 Imperial #2 Empress #3 China #3 History #4 Royalty #5 Women #5 Throne

He doesn't care? She doesn't care either. In fact stay far away and she would be happy. He doesn't love her? Doesn't matter, she has better things to do than daydreaming about love from her cold detached husband anyway. He doesn't welcome her? Too bad, The Emperor is the one decree the marriage. He love another? Well let him pamper other then. Then come the news, he was almost assassinated! She sigh. Fine, she will nurse him back to health. She thinks it is still in the scope of her responsibility as the main wife, even though she does not feel like one. She does not realize when he finally wake up, his gaze toward her is different from the past. It was filled with confusion, bemusement, and a bit of affection. *This is an original story and was not a translation. Any kind of feedback is truly appreciated :) **The cover was not mine and all credit goes to the artist. I was only borrowing and add some words in the picture.

Authour's note: this story is on temporary hiatus until further notice due to impending doom of writer's block. "She was not from this time. Royal blood coursing through her body. Her perfection fit for a goddess. She is a goddess, I her King and she my Queen..." No King is a King without his Queen. The soon to be Pharaoh of Upper Egypt needed to find himself a bride. With him being the only child of the current Pharaoh, he was expected to marry the princess from Lower Egypt therefore, joining the two lands which he would have control over. He would not marry her. She was not the one the gods were leading him to. He vowed that he would rule alone and if he dies before his rightful Queen arrives, he shall rise and time shall repeat itself and he will, with his Queen rule over Egypt! A vow made hundreds of years ago, told by the old to their grandchildren and by parents to their children. To most it was a myth, to some it was just a legend waiting to happen... But in this age? The 21st century? Watch the story unfold... A modern tale with an ancient twist... Pharaoh's Queen.