❝great news! wei wuxian has died!❞ ❛i beg your fuckin' pardon―!❜ yelled jiang cheng. ❛the hell am i then, a ghost?!❜ said wei wuxian in disbelief. #𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 ━ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𓆩𓆪 when wei wuxian stepped into the cloud recesses for lectures, he expected rules, boredom, and lan qiren's lectures that could kill a man twice. what he didn't expect was to stumble into a vortex of chaos―trapped in a cave that feels anything but safe, surrounded by the entire cultivation world and a quartet group of strange juniors claiming to know the future. visions flicker on a ghost-lit screen―the future and past unraveling before watchful eyes. secrets claw their way to the surface―truths wei wuxian would rather bury deep, where even resentful energy can't reach. but when flashes of memories―foreign yet too familiar―tear through his mind, he begins to question everything: the stories told, the lies swallowed, even his own name. and as the cave walls close in, one thing becomes painfully clear: they are not alone. they are being watched. something, or someone, wants them to see. wants them to break. so now they wonder―is this just by chance? or are they all just pawns in someone else's game, dancing for mercy they'll never get? 𓆩𓆪 ᥫ᭡ a non-canon mdzs reaction fanfiction ᥫ᭡ secrets. questions. and visions that refuse to stay buried. 𓆩𓆪 ׂ╰┈➤ written by @yinxiayy_

17 Year old Xinyi, orphan and a genius in her own has been a fan of the novel Mo Dao Zu Shi ever since it came online. Of course she was besotted with the actors who gave a face to the characters she loved. And of course she read all possible fanfiction of the same. One day she comes across a horribly written, ruthlessly long and angsty fanfiction with so much pain that she stopped midway. She cursed the author in her mind for messing with her and went to sleep. And when she wakes up........

Introduce yourself to a girl, who lost herself so much in love, that made her people lose her. It's a short story, a fictional non-fictional one, describing a phase of her life where 'loving becomes a losing game'.

Samhita Maity, a historian, found excitement in discovering long-lost secrets of histories- a perfectionist in her work. However, there was one mysterious figure eluding her expertise-the exploration of the most celebrated king of ancient India, whose name resounded across the world. His unwritten and unfinished books ignited her curiosity, and day and night, her thoughts were consumed by him. Who was he beyond the exterior of a king? How did his empire attain such advanced and flourishing heights that even contemporary science couldn't reach? Why were only fragments written about him? Where did he vanish so suddenly? These questions lingered, morphing into an obsession. Driven by an insatiable desire to unravel his mystery, Samhita set on a daring journey through time, stepping into his kingdom. As the threads of time intertwined, Samhita became Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya's own obsession. She had entered the realm of an eagle, and now, there seemed to be no escape. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces?

" Do not be mistaken little flower, you are mine and mine alone. Any man who looks at you longer than three seconds will be dealt in a manner I find fitting. This is my kingdom and I run it the way I see it competent." Rana Arjun Singh Rajvanshi, the king of Rajasthan announced as he occupied his big, intimidating throne and I stood as far away from his as I possibly could and I shivered under his mocking gaze. " The last time I checked, I was a living human being and not a thing to be possessed Ranaji. You may be the king and own this kingdom and the will of people here but you most certainly don't own me. I will not submit and neither will I do what you want me to. This is my life and I should be the one who makes decisions for myself." I don't know where this undiscovered confidence was coming within me in front of him but I was giving my best to not let it slip away. All I heard was a laughter which oscillated in the otherwise empty throne room as he stood up on his feet and started to walk to where I was standing. His gaze, which was mocking me earlier had now turned stoic which rooted me to the spot I was standing at. I couldn't as much as attempt to run away. " You are only helping me, little one. I am not the one to back out from a challenge and when the incentive is as ravishing as you, how can I lose?" He asked as he stopped merely inches away from me and with the back of his hand, traced the single strand of hair which was framing my face right till my chin, his fingers still lingering. There was a solid 0.001% chance that I could have avoided this trouble named Rana Arjun Singh Rajvanshi but who was I kidding? I was a walking trouble magnet and what was 0.001% if not an over-expecting hope of something not happening? Rana Arjun Singh Rajvanshi takes Siya Dhar's world by storm when she steals his heart without even have the knowledge of doing so!