Gilded Memories Book 1 [Long Story] ☆Bloomers Award 2023-2024 Participant☆ ☆Vintage Glamour Mini Awards: Title temptation 2nd place Winner☆ ☆Vintage Glamour Mini Awards Participant☆ Azure, a celestial warrior burdened by daily weariness and fleeting frustrations, finds solace in an unexpected sanctuary-a quaint flower shop. Known among his kind for both his might and his mysterious allure, he enters the shop out of curiosity, a place frequented by celestial beings not only to procure blossoms but also to find peace amidst nature's exotic splendor. There, amid a cascade of colors and scents, he encounters a striking woman with skin as white and smooth as porcelain, accented by a delicate rose painted on her cheek. With a smile and an air of comfort, she introduces herself as Porce-though all who know her whisper the name Miss Porcelain. Her delicate beauty belies a strength akin to her namesake: resilient yet fragile, a masterpiece that must be handled with care. As their paths intertwine, Azure-often revered as the Azure Lion among the immortal soldiers-reveals a hint of his inner duality: a formidable lion with a fierce roar and a soul marked by gentle introspection. In the collision of porcelain grace and leonine ferocity, a singular tale unfolds-a narrative of strength, vulnerability, and the unexpected intersections of fate. A world where celestial battles are waged not only in the heavens but also in the quiet moments of shared solitude, and where even the most hardened warriors might find their hearts captivated by the delicate art of living. -Miss Porcelain and The Lion

Gilded Memories Book 2 [SHORT STORY] ☆Bloomers Award 2023-2024 Participant☆ ☆COMPLETE 2024☆ A man afraid to speak his heart. A woman who cannot express hers with words. An odd pair, perhaps-but the king has his own way of loving his beloved Lilibeth. The old-fashioned way. Letters. He pours his thoughts onto paper, inked with the weight of all he cannot say aloud. Page by page, his emotions take shape-tender, reverent, sincere. And Lilibeth, ever patient, reads each letter with a quiet smile. She keeps them close, tucking them into a jar beside her bed, where they rest among his other missives. There, she can revisit his love again and again-each word a soft echo of his soul. To others, this way of loving may seem outdated. Uninspired. A relic of a slower, forgotten time. But as the old saying goes, "Old is gold. " And gold endures. Just like a treasured heirloom passed through generations, or a fading photograph that still holds warmth-his letters are steeped in something timeless. They are his heart. Old, golden, and ever hers. My Dearest Lilibeth, You kept them, didn't you? I'm glad. I don't mind writing to you, my dear. In fact, I could write you a thousand times more-just to tell you how much you mean to me. You, a woman who blooms like springtime, gentle and wild. I still wonder how a reckless, war-stained soul like mine ever found his way to you-and how you loved me so kindly in return. A woman blooming so softly... Let me love you the vintage way: Letters for my words. Flowers for my heart. My dear Lilibeth, I hope to see you again. And if I do, I promise-I'll send you letters once agai- "Hey, Monkey King. Who are you writing to?" A boy in a red bandana flopped down beside his mentor, sipping from a juice box. Wukong looked at him, then smiled gently. "It's for my dear Lilibeth." - [Gilded Memories] My Dear Lilibeth [Sun Wukong]

Gilded Memories Book 3 [Short story] ☆COMPLETE 2024☆ ☆WATTPAD PROMOTE BOOK 2025☆ On mornings when he's not in the mood to ruin someone's day-or mess with that Monkey boy and the Dragon Girl-Red Son finds himself wandering the grand halls of the city museum. Within its marbled corridors, beneath towering ceilings and ancient echoes, he walks not as a prince of flame, but as a quiet observer. He listens to the tour guides recount tales of long-forgotten empires, their voices weaving through exhibits of relics and artifacts, each whispering stories older than memory. He ascends the sweeping staircase, passing portraits of ancient emperors and solemn statues frozen in time, until he reaches a peculiar door. A library-within a museum. Strange, perhaps. But to him, it's a welcome oddity. A place where silence breathes, and knowledge waits on every shelf. Here, the fire demon takes his quiet reprieve, a book in one hand, hot coffee in the other, as he flips to the first page and lets the world fall away. Lately, though, it's not just the books that draw him in. Since the day he saw her-the librarian with eyes like quiet storms-his visits have grown more frequent. Not just to read, but to steal glances, to exchange a few words, to be near. Fate, ever the mischievous puppeteer, seems intent on intertwining their paths. And Red Son, ever the willing fool in love, keeps returning-chasing those fleeting moments, those quiet chances-just to keep her within reach. BOOK 3 Take the Chance [RED SON] -Gilded Memories

Gilded Memories Book 4 [Short story] ☆Vintage Glamour|Mini Awards Blurb Brilliance [2025] 2nd Place Winner☆ ☆Vintage Glamour|Mini Awards Participant [2025]☆ When he escapes from the clutches of the Ladybone demon, the last thing he plans to do is stop getting involved with creepy things-especially if they resemble eerie women. That much is certain. But on one fateful day, the spotlights flickered on, one by one, as he watched the actors stand motionless, waiting for the cue of the Guzheng. Their flashy costumes shimmered under the lights, and their faces were painted with striking white, black, and red eyeshadow. The opera burst to life, the audience captivated as the story unfolded through the actors' vibrant performances. Yet his gaze was drawn to one figure in particular. Behind the actors, as they sang and danced, sat a woman unlike any other, positioned beside the musicians. And that was the strangest part. The Bride was not part of the opera. -Paper Bride [Six Eared Macaque]

Gilded Memories Book 5 [SHORT STORY] [Wattpad Promote Book 2025] It's the middle of the night, and everyone is fast asleep. Shops are closed, and the streets are calm, with no loud honks from trucks or cars. Yet, in the quiet of that night, Mk met Milo-a small dog strangely standing in front of Pigsy's Noodle Shop entrance, tongue sticking out and panting as if he had been running around for hours. "Woah, it's like 2 a.m. Why are you standing here, bud?" the delivery boy asked, crouching down and tilting his head as he stared at the dog, who panted without a care in the world. The little guy seemed happy, too. Mk couldn't figure out how the small fry ended up in front of the shop's entrance, just standing there as if waiting for him to come out. It was a mystery. However, Milo's sudden appearance in Mk's life turned everything upside down. His deliveries became more adventurous and fun than ever before. Did Milo follow him back into the shop? Who knows? But one thing is certain-the small pup has become a blessing in Mk's mystical monkey adventures. -Deliveries of Milo Cover Image: https://www.pinterest.ph/pin/664703226282583993/ Other Images: https://www.pinterest.ph/pin/664703226279342911/

Gilded Memories Series Book 6 [SHORT STORY] Growing up in a noble household had its share of ups and downs, and Mei knew this all too well. As a member of the prestigious Dragon Clan, directly descended from the legendary White Horse Dragon himself, she took great pride in her heritage. Yet, there were times when it all felt... difficult. Having been raised knowing she was part of such an illustrious lineage, Mei often found herself pondering the depth of her family's history. How far back did her ancestry stretch? What had her forefathers been like? These questions gnawed at her, but when she asked her parents, they were rarely able to offer much. They were busy people, always preoccupied with matters beyond the walls of the mansion. As a result, Mei often found herself alone, surrounded by ancient relics and forbidden treasures, including cars she wasn't allowed to drive. "What's with the long face, bro?" MK asked, pulling up a chair beside her as they sat outside the Pigsy Noodle shop. Mei had been staring off into the distance, her gaze lost in thought. The boy tilted his head in confusion, trying to understand her mood. Mei hesitated for a moment, then sighed, her eyes softening. "Well... with everything that's happened, I just find myself wondering if..." She trailed off, catching her reflection in a small puddle at her feet. "I was just wondering," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper, "what stories my forefathers could tell me if they were here." -Forefathers [Long Xiaojiao•Mei]

[SOON] The Lotus Prince was the very image of divine discipline. Graceful, dutiful, endlessly composed-he moved through his celestial obligations with the precision of a blade and the stillness of deep water. Until, of course, he wasn't. Gone was the poised deity. Nezha barely moved, swatting at the servants with lazy flicks of his hand. And, finally, they did. The blessed silence that followed was golden. It lasted precisely seven minutes. "Nezha!" Li Jing, the Pagoda-Wielding General, was a man of punctual chaos and poor timing. From the bed, Nezha didn't even lift his head. "No." "You haven't heard what I'm going to say yet." "I already don't want to do it." Li Jing didn't take up his sarcasm, instead explained to him that his mother requests of a painter. "Father, we live in a celestial realm. I can sneeze in the right direction and summon five of them. six, if I fake a yawn, and seven will be sculpting me in marble before dinner." Nezha groaned and buried his face on his pillows. Li Jing's mouth twitched. "Yes but you know how she is. She wants someone real. Someone who smells like turpentine and mountain wind. No conjurations. No summoned artisans. A mortal." "A mortal," Nezha echoed. "You want me to descend into the mortal realm to fetch a painter for a goddess with opinions." "It's for your mother," his father reminded him. and With a sigh of infinite suffering, Nezha dragged himself toward the open sky like a man headed to execution. "Fine. I'll find your mortal da Vinci." And just like that. Go down. Find someone with callused fingers. Easy. Except it wasn't. Because the artist he found didn't treat him like a prince. Instead, the mortal squinted at him. Nezha didn't expect the artist to see him. They drew him not as a legend, but as Nezha. And in that simple, stubborn act of humanity-he found himself slowly unraveling. And somehow, in strokes of ink and silence, Nezha began to feel the strangest of things. Seen.