•STORY NOT MINE •DO NOT VOTE AUTHOR: 雲朵還是花 ASSOCIATED NAMES: 穿成男主回豪門前甩他的前女友 CHINESE WEBSITE: https://www.xbanxia.cc/books/410761.html [Romance + Slow and Steady Love] Fang Xihe opened her eyes-and realized she was in the body of the male lead's ex-girlfriend. A supporting character in a novel where a woman chased her husband. She had been cruel-rejecting him for being poor, toying with his feelings, humiliating him, dumping him, and marrying a rich second-generation heir. Soon after, the male lead was accepted back by his wealthy family, rising to Beijing's elite. There, he met the angelic female lead, who healed the wounds his ex had left. Meanwhile, the ex suffered domestic abuse despite her rich marriage. Later, she returned, clinging to the male lead, stirring chaos, and breaking the female lead's heart. Eventually, she was captured-and accidentally killed by her wealthy husband. --- And now, Fang Xihe's story began at the most critical moment: the male lead was proposing. She froze for a heartbeat-and said yes. The man before her was a prince of Beijing's elite, with immense wealth. Even a sliver of it would grant her freedom. She dreamed of becoming a rich heiress. Soon, the powerful patriarch flooded her with money, demanding she leave the male lead. At the same time, the male lead met his true love, showered her with gifts, and asked for a divorce. Then the patriarch arrived in person, handing her a blank check. "Fill in any amount-as long as you divorce Chen Zhou." Fang Xihe's mind raced. One hundred million? One billion? Before she could decide, a man stormed in, tearing the checkbook to shreds. "Don't insult my wife with money!"

In a blink of an eye, Yu Sheng is transported into a period piece and becomes the supporting actress in a contrasting pair. The heroine's life becomes increasingly prosperous after marriage, but she becomes both pretentious and vicious, her extravagant spending causing great harm to her entire family, leading to her husband's imprisonment. After reading the script, Yu Sheng exclaimed, "Thank you for the invitation... I choose to stay put. " On their first day of marriage, the old man held out a dozen large balls: "I'm very busy at work..." Yu Sheng quickly took them and sincerely shook his hand: "Don't worry! I'm here at home, and the children have me. From today on, I'm their real mother!" Having worked herself to death trying to earn enough money to buy a house in her previous life, this one offers a painless birth, with her husband offering her money but never coming home. The once-unthinkable days of paradise are now upon her, and Yu Sheng simply chooses to stay put.

[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

I died. Came back. Now I'm living in a soap opera-and no, I don't get a script. Transmigrated as the older twin in a wildly rich, wildly dramatic family, I'm surrounded by love triangles, overprotective parents, and the kind of chaos that would give reality TV execs a stroke. My sister's perfect. I'm... not. And while she collects admirers, I collect emotional damage-and maybe one terrifyingly attractive, possibly robotic boyfriend who understands me a little too well. There are secret pasts. Public scandals. Too much glitter. This isn't a romance. It's survival. And I'm done playing the sidekick.

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".

Optional sequel to Upon Wings Of Change. (This is a version with *JUST* Tessa's POV (different from the main version, which has 3 POVs. Was my attempt to revise the slower pacing, but I'm not sure how well it worked, but since I put in the work, here it is.) Summary: The dragonets are flourishing; both those in the park and those helping the Kymari. As the first dragonets to hatch in the Kymari civilization, Tessa and her brother are paving a new path as they grow up and learn how to fit into the world. New beginnings are often great things, but sometimes shadows from the distant past come calling. Excerpt: I braced my feet against the wall as I pulled. Suddenly, the lever swung downward. I lost my grip and tumbled backward. I landed on my side and slid across the counter. My legs and tail flailed as I tried to get to my feet or slow down-but I didn't manage it in time. Almost in slow motion, my feet went off the counter as I slid into the air. Without thinking, my wings popped open and beat hard as I twisted, trying to turn right side up so I could fly properly. I blinked in shock when I realized I was already flying upward. Grinning triumphantly, I beat my wings again and went back to the counter. Pleased with my flying abilities, I proudly landed on the counter - and forgot to slow down, which promptly sent me sliding across the slippery surface, lightly colliding with the glass door. I ducked my head sheepishly, glad no one else had seen that. My eyes locked onto the gap between the glass doors. With an eager grin, I pressed my shoulder against the edge and pushed. My feet struggled to find traction, but it was opening! Once I pushed the door far enough, I scampered over to the cantaloupe. It was much bigger up close. I blinked slowly, trying to think about how I was going to move it. There was no way I'd be able to lift it. It was round though. Round things could roll, right?

Charlotte is a mech pilot fighting a seemingly endless war against the Uu'k'asht over planetary dominance throughout the galaxy. She's always been sure of her abilities and her unit, until the day the enemy takes her mech down. Now, a prisoner of the Uu'k'asht, her future is unknown and she doesn't know what the next day will bring. She thought they would kill her, publicly execute her, torture her. But the Uu'k'asht seem to have other plans. Ahnekk is just as surprised as anyone when one of the huge metal mech's his battalion is fighting spits out a diminutive, slime-covered creature, that then proceeds to continue killing on the battlefield despite being seemingly helpless. No one has ever actually seen a human before. Only their killing machines. But he does know one thing: This prisoner will turn the tides of war. What he doesn't know is how much she will change his life. Top Story Rankings: Read in 60 countries #1 in Battle Aug 2023 Top 10 in Aliens Jul & Nov 2023 Top 50 in Science Fiction Dec 2023 Top 30 in Battle Jan 2024 #1 in Spaceships Jan 2023 #1 in Spaceships Feb 2023 Top 30 in Science Fiction Feb 2023

The heavy smell of cigarette smoke couldn't even mask the metallic smell of aged blood beneath the floor boards. These were dangerous men. Boys with knives and painted skin.. ~ We laid in the darkened room letting the comfortable silence cover us. His tattooed hand lightly stroked the moist skin of my arm. Yuji was beautiful.. "I'm going to hell..." He said nonchalantly. My eyes danced along his strong jawline and shoulder length, tapered hair. Currents of silky, onyx hair. "I've touched such a pure soul with unclean hands..." He sat up, climbed to his feet and grabbed his silk robe from the door, concealing the Oni and blossoms that adorned his back. [Completed 02/27/20] *************************************************** Warning: This book is rated M for mature. This novel will include sexual situations, violence, and crude language. Let's try to be adults about this. If I catch you copying my book, I'll sue.

Sequel to Upon Wings Of Change. The dragonets are flourishing; both those in the park and those helping the Kymari. As the first dragonets to hatch in the Kymari civilization, Tessa and her brother are paving a new path as they grow up and learn how to fit into the world. New beginnings are often great things, but sometimes shadows from the distant past come calling. ----------------------------------- I did not originally intend to write a sequel to Upon Wings of Change, but due to a rather large number of requests from numerous individuals, here it is - my first-ever sequel... The cover was created by Dedefox at https://www.deviantart.com/dedefox Copyright November 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world*, *labs*, and kidnapping/metaforming idea as long as credit is given.

In a world of monsters, is it possible to find the beauty in each other? Ice melts... Power ignites... Bonds forge... Just in time to clash with the impending storm on its way. ----------------------------------------------------------------- "I think you have lost your mind," Soren suddenly muttered. Then it happened: Annika grinned. A glowing warmth lit inside, heating her cold interior. There was something extraordinary about the simplicity put into a grin. The anguish lessoned, and suddenly anything was possible. Surely the sky could fall if Annika could smile? "What makes you say that?" She asked as she continued her movements. The grin acted as a soothing balm on her aching heart. Annika might've been crazy to become so easily uplifted by an everyday facial expression, but crazy seemed like a much better term to be than slave. "Only a lunatic would approach me in my slumber." His eyes remained shut, and he didn't object to her petting, so Annika didn't stop. "Well... you wouldn't know if you were asleep?" "Mmm," the sound vibrated like a guttural hum, "I awoke the second you entered." "Did you?" Annika asked as she turned her head to study his face, but this time, his eyes were open, revealing those beautiful pits of colorless depths. --------------------------------------------------------------- (WARNING: MATURE CONTENT OF ALL KINDS *EMPHASIS ON THE ALL PART*) Highest Rank: 48 (thanks to you beautiful creatures)