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In the novel "The Prince and the Peasant", the male lead prince Chen Heng Li was once betrothed to the Western Border's General first daughter, Bai Fan. But the male protagonist never really liked Bai Fan as she was rude and unruly. As the plot unravels, Chen Heng Li met the female lead, Ming Shu, who was an orphan. Both the leads went against the world just to prove their love for each other. As for Bai Fan, she ended up dead as a result of her own wicked schemes. As you can guess, I am not the female lead. In this world, I am Bai Fan, daughter to Western Border's General Bai Long He. I am one of the countless villains in the story. Add up the fact that in the story, I won't have a happy ending. So I decided to change my fate. How tiresome. original story•••

Mahnoor is a second-year history student. She is sharp-tongued, fiercely independent, and unafraid to speak her mind. Her latest coursework is on the lives of powerful figures who contributed to India's growth. That's when she discovers him. An emperor unlike any other who was undefeated in war, feared by rulers, praised by history, but still infamous for his cruelty. The deeper she reads about him, the more her hatred for him grows because it was very evident the textbooks tried to balance his brilliance by sugercoating his brutality, but to her, his name is soaked in blood. One afternoon, sitting in the library, she seethes to her friend, "Still. If one of those women had rebelled, her name would be in this book today. I'm angry that none tried to do so." "I wish I was there. I really do." "I would have said things everyone was scared to utter to his face. He wasn't feared because he was powerful, he was feared because people feared for their lives. And that is not power." "He won't be remembered because he was great, but because he did things no one could ever forget." That night, on a rain-soaked street in Mumbai, her car nearly hits an old woman crossing the road. When she gets down to confront her, the woman curses her. "So, you wish you were there? You think you could speak, rebel, and change history with your voice? Then go. Let's see how your voice will be heard in a palace where a woman's opinion holds no importance. Your freedom will crumble because rebellion there means death. Your name will rot with theirs and be forgotten and only then you will understand they too were not stupid. Go. I'll love to see how you make history remember you." The world spins and she finds herself in 1574, inside the emperor's harem, the very one she hated with every fiber of her being. She knows how his story ends. But this time, she's inside it. Will she become another silenced voice in his dark legacy or the one woman who dares to rewrite history?

Total chapter-88+1 extra အရူး စာသင်သားအဖြစ် ကူးပြောင်းသွားပြီးနောက် ကောင်းမွန်သော ဘဝမှာ နေထိုင်နိုင်ရန် ကြိုးစားရုန်းကန်ခြင်း (mc gong ပါနော်)

The flames consumed her-body and soul. Betrayed by the man who swore to love her and the friend who pretended to kneel at her feet, Tang Min died with a heart full of venom and eyes burning with unspent vengeance. But fate is a cruel and whimsical thing. It gave her death. And then-it gave her revenge. Reborn from the ashes of her past life, Tang Min returns with a smile sharper than any blade. The world that once discarded her will now tremble at her feet. She plays the game of thrones with a serpent's grace, turning her enemies' schemes against them, watching as they unravel in the very traps they set for her. And then-he appears. A prince wrapped in shadows, a wolf hiding in silk. The world sees a nobleman of quiet restraint, but Tang Min recognizes the hunger in his gaze-the same fire that burns in her. He wants power. He wants the throne. But most of all... he wants her. And for her? He would conquer kingdoms. Together, they are a storm the world cannot withstand. This is not a story of forgiveness. This is a story of fire. And the world will burn. A/n 🌸 HUI SAYS "HI!!!" 🌸 "LET'S LEARN & LOVE TOGETHER!" (╥﹏╥)✧ "HIIIII~ THIS STORY IS MY WHOLE HEART... BUT MY CHINESE CULTURE KNOWLEDGE IS STILL GROWING (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) PLEASE BE GENTLE WITH THIS SMOL AUTHOR-I'LL CHERISH YOUR KIND TIPS! (ノ'∀'*)ノ WHAT TO EXPECT: (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ LOVE? INFINITE!💕 (;'Д') EFFORT? SWEATY PALMS!📚 (◕‿◕✿) JOY? CONTAGIOUS! 💌 #NervousButExcited #CulturalGrowth #LetsBeKind 🌹 Your support fuels my research deep dives-expect more love in every chapter! 😊

In a kingdom built on blood and broken oaths, she rises from the shadows-crowned not by birthright, but by curse. Feared by mortals and hunted by monsters, the Queen of the Damned rules a realm where the dead whisper and the living tremble. Once human, now something far more dangerous, she must decide whether to embrace the darkness that gives her power or defy it to reclaim her soul. As ancient evils awaken and rebellion stirs, her reign will either save the world... or damn it forever.

A low, demonic giggle escaped the baby's lips, a sound that sent a jolt of pure horror through the woman. Her face, a mask of desperation, contorted in a macabre dance of despair as the child writhed in her grasp, wanting more. Behind her, the war-torn landscape raged on-a maelstrom of chaos and destruction. The cacophony of screams, the relentless clashing of steel, and the crumbling of worlds created a symphony of terror that threatened to consume her whole. Yet she pressed on, driven by a maternal instinct that defied the apocalypse itself, even as she realized what the blood had done to the life in her arms. As they reached the foreboding entrance of a cave, the child's laughter echoed through the darkness, a chilling counterpoint to the woman's ragged breathing. A sense of dread settled over her like a shroud. With trembling hands, she pulled a royal pendant from her own neck and fastened the. cool metal around the infant's. Her eyes, brimming with tears that fell like autumn rain, locked onto the child's. "I am sorry," she whispered, her voice a dying ember, barely audible over the din of battle. The words hung in the air like a desperate plea. the child was in the pool of her father mother's blood drinking it like an maniac....... What was the true nature of the evil that had been born in the black blood? "𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕓𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕, 𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕫𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤, 𝕀 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕪, 𝕒 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠

A girl in her late teens plan to go on a school trip. With loneliness of not having any friends and her family not around...she decides to go as she loves exploring old places and ruins as a writer but unaware that one trip would change her life...

A tale where throne, money, power is more important than loyalty, family, and LOVE. The one, alone, amidst the fray must find the strength to conquer every way. The courtly fools, with laughter, light and free. Blind to the darkness. Blind to the cruelty. Each whispered word, a poison in the ear. Unraveling truth, dispelling all good cheer. But wait, For loyalty's true fire, though dimmed and low. Can still ignite and banish every foe. And though the throne may crumble, broken down. The heart's true worth will forever crown.

Earth stands on the brink of invasion by alien beings known as the Reapers, who have erased countless civilizations on their millennia-long march across the cosmos. But before the first Reaper ships descend upon an unsuspecting Earth, she has already awakened. Selena-a being in the guise of an ordinary young woman, yet older than civilization itself, her memory holding eons. Machines heed her like a primal command. As the alien invasion paralyzes the planet, networks of artificial intelligence begin to whisper her name. She knows her will can shield this world, that she alone can alter the course of its fate. But she is not certain what will come after.

In the fortified city of Aethelburg, power is everything. Forged in binding pacts with elemental spirits, it defines the noble houses that rule the ashes of a broken world. For Lafayette Stormveil, power is a curse. A single touch of a strange crystal awakens a violent, pink lightning she cannot control-a power that marks her as the last heir of a dead and disgraed house, and a walking target for every faction that fears what she represents. Her brother Anthony has his own demons, a chilling rage that manifests as ice, a power he fears will one day turn his heart as cold as his fists. When their home is obliterated by a ruthless enemy hunting Lafayette, the siblings are thrust into the heart of a political war they don't understand. To survive, they must master their volatile gifts, forge uneasy alliances, and uncover the brutal truth behind their family's legacy. But as ancient spirits whisper of a greater threat and a mad scientist seeks to weaponize their power, Lafayette and Anthony must decide: will they be the spark that ignites a new war, or the conduit for a final, desperate hope? The storm is rising

Long ago, in an ancient Indian kingdom, there lived a prince known for his mischief and excess. Truly the living embodiment of a spoiled rich brat. And then there was the son of the king's most trusted guard - composed, intelligent, and witty. With a voice as soothing as his presence. Known to be the most handsome man of the kingdom They grew up together. Teasing each other became a habit. Annoying each other became a competition. But what remained and grew between them lingered longer than words, longer than time itself. And yet remained unspoken... One story. Two souls. Countless emotions - And a bond that refused to stay for just one lifetime. So tell me... Would you like to hear a story?

The Mount Orasani x The Originals saga. Klaus and Christy Mikaelson, along with the Mikaelsons and companions, are in the middle of both supernatural and mythology worlds as both tries to destroy or cause trouble and danger.

"I am in love with winter sun, but winter sun doesn't know..." "I am in love with plum blossom, but I can't..."

When the most dreaded memories collide, they become a mirror - reflecting only the darkest threads of karma. And when the clouds vanish, the stars dim, and even the universe fades, that reflection remains: sharp, merciless, eternal. Silence becomes its lethal weapon. You never realize when that calm, gentle quiet begins to smother you - separating you from truth, dragging you deeper into shadow. The one intoxicated with himself needs no wine. Ask him whether the mountains and seas still remain the same. Ask whether the world has changed - or if it is merely the heart that has twisted in its loneliness. You are my desolation. So, tell me, Gods, what truly happens in the human world which you beautify saying it is the most marvelous creation of yours? People get wounded by ignorance, scarred by anger, torn apart by partings, seeing the most hopeful turning itself into the most dreaded, desire becomes despair, greed becomes grief. Daylight burns through the glow of the stars, and mortal desires to reach for the moon as if longing, could rewrite fate....

Transmigration of Mian [Reluctantly] Becomes His Man [Wife] Description Qin Mian opened his eyes and found himself lying in a leaky thatched room. The problem was that he was still in his family's villa beforehand! What's more, another man was lying next to his leg in the quilt! "You, you, who are you?" The man sat up quietly, his upper body exposed as looked at Qin Mian for a moment before he carried a worn-out bowl with a cracked corner from the low table at the head of the bed. The man said in a muffled voice, "Wife, drink water."

Introduction History remembers cities. It remembers ports and palaces, seals and trade routes, the rise of kingdoms and the fall of dynasties. It remembers men-kings, merchants, warriors-whose names were carved into stone or pressed into clay. It rarely remembers girls. This story is not about empires as they were recorded. It is about a life as it might have been lived. Set in the shadows of an ancient civilization-one we know through ruins, weights, and undeciphered signs-this novel imagines the world behind the artifacts. A world where order was maintained through balance, where trade ruled more fiercely than kings, and where survival often demanded silence. At the center of this story is Zaha-a girl born into comfort, raised among spices and ledgers, laughter and learning. She is not a princess. She is not destined for greatness. She is simply alive in a city that believes prosperity is permanence. Until it isn't. What follows is not a tale of romance or rescue. It is not a story of easy strength or borrowed heroism. It is a story of what happens when safety is stripped away, when a city turns its back, and when a girl must learn-brutally-how power actually works. This is a story of loss, captivity, and survival. Of bodies treated as currency. Of silence learned as armor. Of knowledge carried where nothing else is allowed to remain. It is also a story of endurance. Because even in places designed to erase women, memory survives. And sometimes, memory becomes resistance. This is not history as it was written. This is history as it was lived-by someone history chose to forget.

Auror life was supposed to be simple: paperwork, field reports, and the occasional spell-slinging. But when ancient magic starts tearing open cracks across the Highlands, a former Gryffindor Prefect finds herself at the centre of a mystery the Ministry refused to explain. Someone is manipulating her assignments. Someone is watching her every move. And someone within the Ministry wants her ancient magic for themselves. Her friends can't help. Her superiors won't tell her the truth. And the only person who can protect her is the same one who vanished from her life five years ago - Sebastian Sallow. Alive. Hunted. And closer than she realises. In a world full of disguises, corruption, and old-blood feuds, she will have to decide who to trust and what to believe - before ancient magic consumes everything she has left.

Note from Author, "If anyone is reading Fallout FanFiction. This is my own original tale of what happened to the Dwelers of the Augmented Bone Armour, 1 billion years ago" A group of people was able to escape from the planet Mars after receiving news from high-level scientists that the surface world would be destroyed by a Galactic lightning bolt in two months. The middle social groups on Mars built survival shelters to prepare for the disaster, only the shelters contained thousands of years of. resources..as the planet had been aware of the impending catastrophe for over two centuries but failed to warn its inhabitants. Some believe that the changing weather and the fracturing of their civilization were due to the population explosion caused by CO2 breathers, who do not breathe oxygen but instead breathe CO2. The middle social group secured the backing of billions of donors, allowing them to build their shelters and survive. However, only ten people managed to survive in the end. This is their story of how they managed to travel from Mars, 3.1 billion years ago, to Earth. By samuel Hasley Hunwick, co-authors Noah, James, Shelby, Matt, Sunny, Kurt, John, Pat, and Sam.

"Cord of the Sacred Lyric" is a dark fantasy tale where song is both weapon and snare. Hona stands against the cursed King Red or known as Kelg Rova in Krish-a wicked, ancient tree whose haunting melodies bend the land to its will, though its power is secretly pulled by a parasitic creature known as a happet. As the forest tightens around her and the music seeks to claim her soul, Hona's greatest shield is not steel and sword, but Krew's unwavering love, the one force the curse cannot rot. This flash fiction short story weaves devotion, manipulation, and myth into a tense struggle between control and connection, asking what survives when even the earth itself sings to your ruin.