I fell for him at first sight. His eyes that looked at me, his mesmerizing smile that he showed me and his voice that called my name. I loved it all. ❝I pronounce you husband and wife.❞ That day was the happiest day of my life. They say love doesn't need a reason, and that's how I fell for you; without reason. However, you have never looked in my direction. --- Please give this CPN a try! Thank you! ^^ Includes 1 Side Story: Hopeless Feelings

Started: April 3, 2018 Finished: April 7, 2018 ----- Struggling and alone after leaving her home Lianhua undertakes a rite of passage in entrance to her immortal life. On her journey a chance meeting threatens to disrupt the entirety of this new life. Trespassing, falling in love and running away, all in that order, Lianhua must face the consequences of all the decisions she has made. Both good and bad for it is said, to love is to be afraid. ----- 🔞Contains Mature Content🔞 © Pauline Forgie 2018

What is beauty? What is darkness? What is light? What is color? What is green? This is a "side story" to RUYI. To avoid confusion, first read RUYI before reading this short story. 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".

How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? 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".

Seeing the System Transmigration type stories as interesting this story idea was born. This story contains a Host that still has no name, an undeveloped past and a love for good food. There is a childish system that loves games of chances and is almost never heard from until the end of an arc. Along with other reoccurring characters. Arc 1: Werewolf A/N: This is an original story I am writing not a translation.

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".