He was one of the most renowned General in ancient China. He knocked down the enemies with only 500 cavalries, merciless in the battlefield, and deserve the title of God of War. On the other side, he also possesses a good personality, a kind heart, and gentleness. He always hides his handsome features beneath his golden mask. Yet, a twisted fate led him to his calamity. With his last breath, the young general swore: "In the next life, I, Gao Zhang Gong will take a revenge for my every suffering!" She was an ordinary girl from 21st century with a bright personality and smart brain. Because of a certain ancient mask, her soul time-traveled to the three kingdom era and entered a weak body of an unfavored second young miss in Prime Minister manor. "Those who dare to put my handsome General into calamity will suffer from an endless humility!" "General Gao, I'm one of your die-hard fans! Can you give me your autograph?" "Xing Xing, how about you wear a mask too?" This is a sweet story about a transmigrated young lady and a rebirthed God of War. [This is an original story, not a translation.] Hope you guys enjoy it! (◠‿◠✿)

2 years is short... 2 years is long... Days pass like years. Years continues on for eternity. Do you still remember the promise? This is a continuation of the Rebirth of Fa Wei Lan. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Volume 2 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".

I am dying - it was inevitable. The poison given to me over the course of several months have spread throughout my veins and seep through my bones. I was alone. There was not one single person to hold me, to comfort me, or to cry for me... I am all alone... 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".

A prince, rumored to be son of the Devil. He is the definition of Danger. He is the Darkness itself. A princess. Imprisoned in her own home, only to come out once she gets married. But married to whom? *** Once upon a time, the Devil fell in love with one of the King's many wives. One night he went to her room disguised as her husband and made love to her. She got pregnant with his child. Knowing this The King ordered her execution believing his wife cheated on him, but then the Devil appeared to the king making him a deal. In exchange for great power for his Kingdom, the King will let his wife Sire The Devil's Child. The King who was greedy for power agrees to the deal and his Kingdom becomes one of the most powerful Kingdoms and the Devil's Child the seventh Prince of the Kingdom. Being a princess probably sounds nice. A life full of luxury, beautiful dresses and nice shoes but for Hazel, there is nothing nice about being a princess. She can never go outside the palace, she can never have friends, she can never eat or say or wear whatever she wants and she can never choose the person she is going to marry. Soon she's getting married to a man she has never met, a prince rumored to be Son of the Devil. *Mature content.

Alexander smiled at her. "You are quite likeable, Emmeline, and I think we might one day be dear friends, but I doubt I shall ever wish to marry you." Emmeline laughed. "I doubt I shall ever wish to marry you, either." --- Lady Emmeline Lockhart - daughter of a duke and sister of an earl, but twenty and three and very much unmarried. She finally finds a suitor in a dashing naval officer, but what will transpire when she finds herself forced into a union with the country's brash king-to-be? --- TOP RANK: #172 IN HISTORICAL FICTION, 11 OCT 2016 #157 IN HISTORICAL FICTION, 13 FEBRUARY 2017 #144 IN HISTORICAL FICTION, 5 DECEMBER 2017 #120 IN HISTORICAL FICTION, 6 DECEMBER 2017 #73 IN HISTORICAL FICTION, 1 JANUARY 2018 not quite a love story, but a story about love || historical *fiction* with no particular time period || UPDATES EVERY FRIDAY, WITH AS MUCH CONSTANCY AS IS HUMANLY POSSIBLE.

Eight years after the Great War, the world is now ruled by four kingdoms. On the surface, there is peace and prosperity. However, nothing is ever what it really seems. Each Emperor seeks power. Each ruler is searching for the key to winning over the others. Each one is looking for the unknown legendary strategist. Oh? And who am I? Don't mind me. I'm just a simple peasant girl. Why would I ever get involved in such boring matters? * * * * * Note: This is my own work, not a translation. Enjoy! (Thank you to MissNoir11 for the awesome cover!)

At 00:00, Cinderella ran away from her prince, leaving a glass slipper on the marbled steps of the grand staircase. At 00:00, I ran away from him. Unlike Cinderella, I didn't leave a single thing behind. © sonderingly