This is a 3-part One-shot with a possiblity of a sequel *wink wink* January 2, 2016 Today is Alden Richards' 24th Birthday. He is excited to celebrate this special day with the EB Dabarkads, his second family. But he is mostly excited to celebrate it with a particular girl who has lately made his life much more meaningful. He didn't really want a grand birthday celebration. All he wanted was HER...

A MaiChard/AlDub Fanfic. Mr. Senator meets Miss Stokwa. Find out how they will be entangled to love.

At a young age of eighteen, New was living the life of a teenage boy diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. With his life hanging by a thread, he realized that it was too short to be spent on memories that will only result in melancholy, and so he chose to live a life brimming with joy and contentment. He keeps with him a notebook that has all the things he wants to do before dying, and looks forward to cheking them off one by one. But on a bus ride to school on a normal day, he crosses paths with Tawan, a teenage boy who bears the weight of the world. And while his life is not bound to end by a terminal illness, he wishes to cease existing more than anyone else. When a boy wanting to make the most out of his life meets another who wishes to cease existing, will a lasting relationship ever bloom?

After being tortured by my older sister, who played this otome game called "Rose's Court of Fortune" for so long, my life came to an abrupt end at the early age of 20. I reincarnated as an ikemen so I'm pretty happy, but my face muscles are dead. Yay. What's worse, it seems I've been reincarnated as the villainess's brother from the game my sister played?! What kind of scam is this?! Aren't I supposed to get isekai-ed into a world where I get my own harem and a bunch of cheat abilities?! This isn't how things are supposed to go! What's worse, I have to prevent my little sister's destruction end so our house doesn't fall to ruin! Why did I promise to be filial with my last breath! Anyway, it should be fine if we just don't mess with the capture targets or the heroine. Why does everything seem to be falling apart! The characters are all wrong now! Wait, why is there a bl atmosphere right now?! (I might change the picture, who knows) (I add images to the character pages a lot so you can check back once in awhile I guess lol. It's just random art stuff though lol) Nov 23, 2020: #1 originalstories (What is happening...) January 3, 2021: #1 bxblove (What is seriously happening XD) May 21, 2021: #1 Isekai (We did it boys. Crab rave lol) April 8, 2021: woke up to 100k reads omg XD

What if things didn't go according to plan? What if Wei Wuxian lived? It's been 10 years since Wei Wuxian had last been seen in the cultivating world. The day the late Jiang Yanli was put to rest. Wei Wuxian showed up with a single jar of alcohol in his hand and made a beeline for where Yanli's brother and husband stood, heads bowed and clutching the hands of her young son. "I told you this would happen!" He spat in the face of Jin Zixuan. "I told you she wasn't strong enough and now look what happened!" He yelled. "It was what she wanted." Jiang Cheng cut in taking a step forward to separate Wei Wuxian and Jin Zixuan. "What she wanted!? She was sick! She didn't know what was going on! It was your job to protect her!" Wei Wuxian jabbed a finger into Jin Zixuan's chest. "I trusted- We trusted you to keep her safe!" Jin Zixuan lowered his head and stared at the floor. "I'm sorry..." Was all he managed to croak out. His son, Jin Ling, was looking up at him with his big doe eyes. He had no idea what was going on. He had no idea what he just lost. It was quiet for a few seconds and then Wei Wuxian let out a strangled noise. "You disgust me." He said looking between Jin Zixuan and Jiang Cheng, before storming out of the room. Jiang Cheng called after him and even some of the other cultivators gathered to mourn, seemed to want to help, but there was nothing they could do. That was the last time any of them had seen Wei Wuxian. His dark hair flowing with every angered step, black robes dragging on the floor, foreboding wall of resentment forming and that one jar of alcohol clutched in his hand. That was the last of the Yiling Patriarch.