Violet Calla Lily I walked by in the dark Dizzying scent We are but simple flowers This is a continuation of the CALLA. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: BOOK 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".

My name is Calla Lind. For 20 years, I have lived within the shadow of my beautiful older sister - chasing and holding onto an illusion of love. A love that will never belong to me... Now with this second chance of life, I won't chase after illusion. I won't rely on someone else for happiness. I will do what I want, enjoy what I do, and learn to let go. 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".

[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

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".

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".

The Imperial Princess Accidentally Seduced Her Husband summary: Ah........she was married to a Marquis, yet he only had intent to treat her as a concubine not as his first wife, a princess (princess refers to a person's first wife, it is a position of power among the wives and in the household). Now she overheard that he only married her for appearances sake? It was just great! Not only was she forced to marry, she also lost her freedom. Since her husband was also unwilling to marry, they might as well not bother with each other....... His newly wedded wife was so very strange! A night before the wedding he caught her peeking shamelessly. She also demanded that the favor he owed her for having saved his life, two years prior in the desert was to not touch her? Usually a wife would be sharing a husband with three or four other women. Thus they would be full of worry and trepidation, serving their husband to the best of their ability attempting to become the favourite and obtain the valued Princess position. Yet she actually tried to distance herself from him as much as possible. How was this a relationship? Though it did not matter to him, for he long had the intention to separate himself from her, he was only marrying her because of the Imperial Edict after all. If he didn't seize this golden opportunity then he was too dumb to deserve it. Let her regret it! She was very proficient in the art of Qi Huang. Even though this princess' beauty wasn't too outstanding, it wasn't bad and her temperament was unquestionable. This Prime Minister's Daughter even had a touch of feminine charisma. Her varying facial features made him forget about the other beautiful concubine completely and made him want to........only care for her!? Although he swore to the moon that he would not touch her, however tonight the night sky was cloudy......... This is not my story Credit for the AUTHOR(S): MO CHEN

China, 1210 AD. A Princess of the Xiongnu is dispatched as an unwilling gift to the Great Khan. In one night in Xanadu, she finds that which she desires. Warning: this story is rated as Mature and there IS explicit sex and violence. If these subjects are not to your taste, please refrain from reading this story. On the other hand, if you enjoy explicit sex and violence, well, read on. You'll enjoy. © 2019 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a moral right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. If you read this story on any website other than Wattpad, it has been copied and used without the author's permission.

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".