Even the best empire will fall because of a beauty... Wei Lan isn't a beauty that could make empires fall... If Lan wants, your Wang Feng will conquer any empire you wish... Wei Lan doesn't want empires. Wei Lan only wants Wang Feng... This is a continuation of the Rebirth of Fa Wei Lan. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Volume 3 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".

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".

One Year, that's what they agreed upon. That's why she worked so hard to please him. That's why she did everything in her power to help him and his people. So she could live her second life, the way she wanted. In peace. One Year, they promised each other. To live a life as husband and wife. One Year, to convince everyone that they were a loving couple. One Year, to gather information on his enemies. One Year, to gather as much support and power from the royal court to his side. One Year, of playing pretend and fooling the whole Kingdom of their fake love story. Little did she know, it only took One Year for him to fall in love with her. Will he keep to his word of One Year? Or go back on it and break their promise?

*sigh* How exactly did I end up like this again? All I ever wanted was a successful life as a surgeon and indulging myself with my beloved anime...So please tell me...WHY WAS I REINCARNATED AND WHY AM I CONSIDERED A RARITY?! Bishies belong IN the anime world NOT with me!!!! *ahem* I apologize. That was not very mature of me. However, dear sweet kamisama of all anime, why oh why did you reincarnate me? This is my first story and it is original so please give me lots of support and tell me how it is! And no, I am not Japanese so if the terms in there are slightly off gomene~^^ Disclaimer: Any images used here are not my own and belong to their respective owners.

Tale of a Man who was reincarnated into another world as the son of a Saint but his birth was hated by everyone and he was forced to get a class that was seen as an unwanted class, Alchemist. Using his previous world's memories and his wisdom, he was struggling to survive and gained a stable life. Disclaimer: I don't have the picture on the cover

As a promise, he went out into the world as an assassin. 3 years later, after becoming the Supreme Assassin, he gave up on everything he had and returned to the ranks of ordinary people. But one day, Kismet, a mystical game created by the National Research and Development had appeared. Enigmatic hands, spectral frame, and one cunning strike just like the swing of the Grim Reaper. Let us take a look at how the Supreme Assassin takes on the mystical world, and how his legendary tales sets off, progressively ascending the altar to becoming the best

She was once a brilliant woman. The center of everyone's envy. She was the most desirable for many. And the kind women wanted to become. Yet her once beautiful world flipped over due to a white lotus and her very own scumbag fiancée. Not only did she die brutally, her precious family was also destroyed. Realizing that she was the pawn that was scarified for other's happiness she thirsted for revenge. However, next she awoken, it was white all around---and she was now bound to a system. Edited by : @Aquaseries (she is on hiatus right now) Written by : @Aquabunny Co: @Aquaseries Started on: 13 April, 2018 Ended on: _______________

The gentle and warm sounds of a Guzheng could be heard in the lone room that contains a mourning man. His eyes are sad and wistful. His nails would flick the strings of the instrument to play a song of pain and his hands would gracefully move in an achingly slow movement. He could play with your heart and emotions like he would to every known instrument known to exist. His amethyst eyes slowly fall to a close, and his pale hands would falter to a stop... The silk strands of shadows that serve as his hair silently shift and sway to the nonexistent winds. And his body fell limp and unfeeling, the effects of his sickness easily taking away his life. His corpse fell sideways, clothed in robes of white silk. But even in death, he made a beautiful picture of a sorrowful dead dove. And thus, the death of a Great Musician was mourned by the entire Universe. But unknown to everyone, the soul of an amazing man was still alive. Except... he was in quite the predicament. [I am a S.T.H.H. System. ] "A what?" [I am a 'Seduce The Heroine's Harem' System. ] "WHAT?!" ___________________________ This is an Original work of mine. Published 13/03/2018 at 11:27PM. If there is anything similar to other stories, people and / or real things, locations etc etc, then please DM me so I can alter / edit it. This story contains BL (BoyxBoy / Boys love). If you are against this, then please do not read, as insults and complaints are not wanted. Thank you~!

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".