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"Master Hai Tong!" Someone excitedly called an elderly monk, who was standing on a river bank. His orange-red robe was quietly fluttering in the breeze. The Master's eyes were fixed on a huge Maitreya-Buddha's statue that was being constructed on the opposite side of the river...All Rights Reserved

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Word Of Honesty by unexistedusernew

An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. The thread may stretch or tangle but never break. Wen Kexing: "Hold hands with you, grow old with you. Long for heart, never be apart." Zhou Zishu: "I'm afraid if you know the truth, you'll hate me." Han Ying: "You're My Lord. My life and my love is for you to own." MPREG warning!!!

Too Far Apart by FanFic_etc

A story of time, distance and patience. It wasn't love at first sight. It was gradual, slow and building. It first started with a little curiosity. It was only when they were in the middle that they realised but nothing was to be done for it. The world was in chaos as were their hearts until they had all but fallen apart. What would put them together again? ------- Jiang Cheng looked at the man at the head of the table every day, he would look down upon the class with a smile, like a statue. This was the man people spoke of as no.1 beauty in all of the cultivation lands. He truly was beautiful with features so enchanting, it was a blessing to be in the same room for many. To Jiang Cheng, there was just one problem. The smile. It was like one of those smiles where you smiled for too long and the smile started to look unreal. No one can smile that long like a carved statue. If Jiang Cheng looked long enough, he could sometimes see the smile faltering, the corner of the lips struggling to keep it up.

Mesmeree by Akatsuki_Shin04

A long time ago, it was said that at the summit of the great Mount Feng Ya, there was an immortal deity who resided within the depths of a cave. A Dragon Lord, he was, an almighty being who had lived for thousands of years. Having witnessed countless rises and falls of humanity, travelling through a long passage of time, he had gathered a mountain of treasures and knowledge that no mortal could ever dream of obtaining. He was a whimsical person, this dragon. In the long life he had lived, he had come across and mingled with many beauties from many eras, from the most bustling of cities, to the most untamed of wilderness. He was free and unrestrained; no matter what, there was none that could capture his heart. That is, until he stumbled upon a mysterious lake hidden in the deepest part of a forest brimming with pure spiritual energy. Here, he encountered a graceful, yet stubborn Lake Spirit, the most beautiful person he had seen in his life who stole his heart away at first glance.

After I Died, I Was So Popular Again by Xianxing_xu

Synopsis Tang Dynasty painter Fu Yi died and found himself reincarnated in the modern world in the body of a young master named Qi Linqing whose economic resources had been cut-off. In order to make ends meet, he started to diligently paint and write calligraphy. Everyone was waiting for this young master to make a joke of himself as he tried to fake his painting skills, but what really happened was -- The director of the costume drama cried bitterly: Come to my play! People's Daily: # Qi Linqing, the youngest genius youth in traditional Chinese painting # Facing the media interview, Qi Linqing said very honestly: "I am actually very average at painting." After all, he was poor in his previous life. The crowd: "?" Why do you have misconceptions about your own strength? Later, the well-known master of Chinese painting exclaimed, "Your brushwork looks like the Saint of Painting ......" Upon hearing the phrase Saint of Painting, Qi Linqing hastened to be modest: "I don't dare to be." Master: "......Saint of Painting Fu Yi." As Qi Linqing finally realised this: "?" Fu Yi, was this not himself??

MY LITTLE CUTE, BROWN EYES by guardian_ace1

Shen Wei a heartless gang boss never knew what love is until he meet the most handsome groom to be whose almost gonna jump at the bridge. He found out that groom's bride back away because of his father's scandal at the bank. With nowhere to go he took the groom and made him his bride. Will the groom survive being his bride?

OCCULT VISION {COMPLETED} ✔️✔️ by priyaxsidneet

Cover Credits:- @creations_tr SUPERNATURAL POWERS We all have heard about them and almost everyone of us wish to have them. All of us dream to have one or the other power. Be it flying, telepathy, reading someone's mind, able to control someone physically or mentally or any other power. But are these powers really a blessing? What if they turn out to be a curse? What if they make your life thousand times more tough than without it? How would person deal with it? Peep in to know more

Demon Butler !Stop Updating¡ by Smiley_Bluby

⁴ ᴶᵘˡⁱ ²⁰²² 𝐃á𝐢𝐧𝐧 is a demon butler, trying to find a new Master to serve after he'd gotten bored living his life alone. He found his new master, a young girl who goes by the name Bai He. It's a beautiful name, isn't it? Follow Dáinn, The Demon Butler, and His Newfound Master Bai He's a new adventure. Other than 𝐃á𝐢𝐧𝐧, I don't own or claim any of the characters or the show itself. They belong to the creator of the show Monkie Kid. I hope you enjoy this fanfic/story I wrote. [English is not my first language, so pardon me if I make a mistake. I had trouble writing this story]

His Servant by Jan-Jan2000

Highest rank #1 in Historical "That's enough." He said. "Let her go!" His voice came sharp as steel and in command. The man let go and I almost fell on my knees, weakened from days of starvation and caged in the storage. I looked at him uncertain what to do or think. The mysterious man observed me for a few seconds then strode over to his horse, fetching a flask of water. He loosened the lid and handed it to me. I snatched it from his hand like a feral animal and drank and drank until the last drop of water fell in my mouth. I was thirsty and dying, I couldn't get enough drink of water. He offered me spiced rice ball next and I consumed every bit of it in front of him without feeling any shame or reserved daintiness. I didn't care, I was hungry. I could care less whether I looked like a starving animal or a woman. Once I'm done, he merely groaned and said..."Let's go." I understood right then that I was just sold to a new master, and he is now my new owner. My new owner mounted on his horse, I expected to walk while he rode when he offered me his hand to help lift me up behind him. His gesture surprised me, and I jerked at the sight of his wide palm, thinking he was going to hurt me. "Don't be scared." He murmured, his voice is a gentle wave of softness. "I will not hurt you like your previous masters."

My Dear Lilibeth [SUN WUKONG] by Zion204

Gilded Memories Book 2 [SHORT STORY] ☆Bloomers Award 2023-2024 Participant☆ ☆COMPLETE 2024☆ A man afraid to speak his heart. A woman who cannot express hers with words. An odd pair, perhaps-but the king has his own way of loving his beloved Lilibeth. The old-fashioned way. Letters. He pours his thoughts onto paper, inked with the weight of all he cannot say aloud. Page by page, his emotions take shape-tender, reverent, sincere. And Lilibeth, ever patient, reads each letter with a quiet smile. She keeps them close, tucking them into a jar beside her bed, where they rest among his other missives. There, she can revisit his love again and again-each word a soft echo of his soul. To others, this way of loving may seem outdated. Uninspired. A relic of a slower, forgotten time. But as the old saying goes, "Old is gold. " And gold endures. Just like a treasured heirloom passed through generations, or a fading photograph that still holds warmth-his letters are steeped in something timeless. They are his heart. Old, golden, and ever hers. My Dearest Lilibeth, You kept them, didn't you? I'm glad. I don't mind writing to you, my dear. In fact, I could write you a thousand times more-just to tell you how much you mean to me. You, a woman who blooms like springtime, gentle and wild. I still wonder how a reckless, war-stained soul like mine ever found his way to you-and how you loved me so kindly in return. A woman blooming so softly... Let me love you the vintage way: Letters for my words. Flowers for my heart. My dear Lilibeth, I hope to see you again. And if I do, I promise-I'll send you letters once agai- "Hey, Monkey King. Who are you writing to?" A boy in a red bandana flopped down beside his mentor, sipping from a juice box. Wukong looked at him, then smiled gently. "It's for my dear Lilibeth." - [Gilded Memories] My Dear Lilibeth [Sun Wukong]

RED ( WENZHOU ) by GhostValleyLord

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Word Of Honesty

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