Lin Wei Xi found out after she died that she was just a cannon fodder in a novel, used as contrast to the gentle and considerate and virtuous female lead. The male lead was her ex-husband, the dignified heir of Yan Wang, his family were superior and brilliant, but the female lead was not her. The female lead was her concubine-born younger sister, and her husband's white moonlight, his cinnabar mole, no wonder! After Lin Wei Xi died, her husband finally married her sister as he wished. She watched coldly at the two like honey in the oil, in love and harmonious, everyone using the success of her younger sister to contrast the impropriety of the original wife. Lin Wei Xi sneered, okay, since your love moves the world, then this sister will come back and be your stepmother! So she married her ex-husband's father, the father-in-law she never met in the previous life, the country's God of war, who has not remarried after losing his wife, the one that hold military power, the brilliant Yan Wang. Later Yan Wang, who was in his prime years and used to act decisively, looked at his small, delicate, much younger wife, and had a headache. No matter, she is still young, he has to spoil her, indulge her, teach her. #drama #fantasy #romance #sliceoflife ✍️ September Flowing Flower

It was all part of the plan. It was my culture. I had to do it. Heck, I didn't even have a say in it... Follow me as I tell you the story of my life as a Fulani girl . Disclaimer: this book is Islamic, but it doesn't portray the perfect Islam religion. This book is unedited, it contains grammatical errors. Read at your own risk!

random one shots because who can move on ?

The arrow had not killed him. That was the first cruelty.

Anwar was already moving toward her. "Anwar... don't," she whispered. His hand reached for her veil. She screamed, the sound tearing from her throat as panic took over. "Keep quiet!" he shouted, his voice thunderous, shaking the room. She fought back, pushing at his chest, struggling with everything she had. Fear made her hands shake, but she didn't stop resisting. Her breaths came fast and broken as she tried to escape his grip. his father's call came through and puts it on speaker. "What is happening there?" his father demanded. "Who is screaming like that?" Anwar didn't hesitate. "It's my wife-to-be." Nayara opened her mouth to speak, to scream for help-but Anwar's voice cut her off. "Stay quiet," he warned sharply. On the line, his father's voice exploded, ordering him to stop whatever he was doing. Anwar ignored him. Instead, he picked up his phone again and dialed another number. It rang twice. "Nayara?" her father's tense voice came through. "Where are you? Why aren't you home?" She tried to answer. "She's with me," Anwar said instead. There was a pause. "Who are you?" her father asked. "Her husband-to-be." "What nonsense is this?" her father snapped. Anwar's voice turned cold. "I don't have time. My father is on the line. I want to marry Nayara immediately." Both men started shouting at once through the speaker. Anwar leaned closer to Nayara, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "Tell him." She shook her head, tears filling her eyes. He raised his voice again. "I want her as my wife. Decide now." His father roared through the phone, furious, ordering him to step back. Anwar didn't move. "I'd rather touch her as my wife," he said calmly into the phone, "than do something I won't take responsibility for. If you refuse this marriage, don't expect me to change my mind." Nayara let out a broken scream. Her father's voice cracked as he demanded, "What do you want?" Anwar answered without hesitation. "Marry her to me. Now."

Mila was born into a home of a Duke who heeded no attention to her. In total stood four dukes by the emperor's side, she was born into the house with the surname Noble. Every child was born with a symbol that represented their nobility surname, but with the symbol they were also given the ability to control or use elements when they are tested to find their abilities. Those who were not born with the symbol were merely just commoners. Only those born with a symbol are of nobility. Mila died by the hands of her older sister who had her killed to get what she wanted. Being murdered, Mila wanted to have her vengeance against those who had murdered her along with the man she married who betrayed her. Yet, she starts again and finds out much more that she had never seen before in her previous life. Many who make her want to stop vengeance and just live for herself. Read to find out more about Mila Noble's life. *Original Work - Please do not repost or take my work as this is story is not for profit.* ***Editing***

Synopsis: In her past life, Yun Chu assisted her husband, raised the illegitimate children, and helped the Xie family rise to prominence. In the end, it led to the entire Yun family being executed, and the child she raised with her own hands poisoned her with toxic wine! Once the poison entered her system, she opened her eyes again, returning to when she was twenty years old. In front of her stood a row of children from the Xie family, each calling her mother with affection. These were the culprits who had destroyed the Yun family, and she would not spare a single one! Her eldest son excelled in academics? Then she would cut off his path to an official career! Her second son loved martial arts? Then she would ensure he could never enter the army! Her eldest daughter sought power and influence? Then she would make sure she married a noble, only to live a life of widowhood! Her youngest son was a good-for-nothing? Then she would let him perish on his own! On the path of revenge, Yun Chu would show no mercy! But then- "Mother!" "You are our mother!" Two little glutinous rice dumplings surrounded her, snuggling into her arms. A man stood before her: "I've raised them for four years, now it's your turn."

In her previous life, she trusted the wrong people, treated foes like friends, cut all ties with her family, and abandoned the one man who loved her more than anyone in this world, all for a cheap, poor, sorry excuse of a man whom she mistakenly took as a treasure. What was the result? She lost her inheritance, her family, got cheated on by that man with her best friend, and finally died a miserable death at the hands of her then fiance with her best friend. At the last moments of her life, she saw the only man who loved her, a man she had grown to hate, rush to her like a madman. She heard him scream in agony as her body lay lifeless in his arms, her mind reeling from the last moments of her life. Maybe the heavens took pity on her, or her unwillingness was just too great to resist that she found herself back to the day it all started, back to when she was eighteen. This time, though, she wouldn't make the same mistakes, nor would she allow herself to die so unjustly. This time, she would make them pay. The pain she felt in the previous life, they'd feel it a million times more. On top of that, she was determined to cling to a certain big boss and shower him with all the affection he deserved.

Everyone deserves a second chance. But Xie Li Na certainly knows that she doesn't deserve it. All those mistakes she committed earned a good punishment. And she had received it all. But still, that man's sad eyes makes her feels distressed. 'Shen Yun Tian, this time I will love you. I promise' ------------------------------------- This is an original story and this writer apologized for any mistakes Started on 25/1/2019 28/2/2019 #1 in reborn 25/4/2019 #1 in romance

Afeeyah was never supposed to be his wife, She was his sister. The little girl who used to steal his hoodies, hide behind his legs, and fall asleep on his shoulder during long car rides. Afdal loved her - always. But not this way. He loved her in every unseen, unspoken, unreturnable way a boy could love the girl raised beside him. Then life twisted. Destiny flipped the script. And suddenly, the girl who once called him brother... became the woman tied to him by marriage. But love doesn't follow logic. And hearts don't obey timelines. Now Afeeyah must learn to live with a man she still sees through the lens of childhood... While Afdal fights to unbury a love he buried long ago. This isn't a fairy tale. This is faith, family, and a marriage born from chaos. This isn't the marriage she wanted. But maybe... it's the love she needed. Not My Choice, Still My Nikkah - where hearts collide, lines blur, and the real question isn't why... but what now? --- > © Khulsum Saleem. All Rights Reserved. Wattpad Edition | 2025