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Shi Li found herself transported into a novel, becoming the vicious female supporting character who had an unhealthy, obsessive love for the male lead. During classes, she was either scheming how to win over the male protagonist or pondering the fates of her classmates in the original story. [It seems that in the next few days, Director Wei will have a car accident] Upon hearing Shi Li's inner thoughts, the young lady abruptly stood up. [However, after Director Wei's death, his mistresses and illegitimate children will show up at the door, claiming a large portion of the family fortune] The young lady gracefully sat back down. A few days later, the chairman died in a car accident and was promptly cremated before his last breath had even faded. When the mistresses tried to storm in with their illegitimate children to claim their share, all that remained was a fresh, warm urn of ashes. [That new sister-in-law of the school bully seems to be involved in some serious trouble behind his brother's back] The school bully thought indifferently, wondering how bad it could be - at worst, she'd be cheating on his brother. [She's connected to human trafficking rings operating across borders] School bully: ! The police cracked a major international case, and thanks to this incident, the school bully finally gained recognition from his family. Everyone assumed Shi Li was madly in love with the male lead. The academic genius helped her create "chance" encounters. The young lady even delivered the male lead to her bed. Of course, some people took a different approach. Class monitor: What do you think of my young uncle? Others who rushed over upon hearing this: You fool, what are you trying to do? ----------------------------------------------------------------- Source - akknovel.com Author(s) - 墨柳清竹 Purpose - offline reading

"Kuch log takraate nahi... taqdeer se milte hain." She was fire in chaos - a tornado in a ponytail with dreams louder than her voice. He was royalty wrapped in softness - the kind of boy who could make silence feel like poetry. When Tara Kashyap steps into the grand corridors of Udaipur's Vedanta Royal Academy School, she doesn't know her world is about to collide - literally - with Ayaan Singh Rathore, the school's most admired prefect with a last name that echoes legacy. A story of friendships, longing, royal bonds, slow-burn love, and the ache of unspoken emotions. Because some stories don't need a grand beginning - just one moment of ibaadat to last forever. --- > "He was everything royal. She was everything real. Together? Ibaadat."

Is This What They Call Love? Yavi's life is simple-school, friends, games, and everyday routines. Everything feels ordinary... until one quiet conversation changes the way she looks at things. This is not a dramatic love story. It's about confusion, innocent feelings, and emotions that begin even before we understand them. A slow, soft story where love doesn't arrive loudly- it slowly makes its presence felt. This story is also shared in audio form on my YouTube channel.

Because first love is never perfect, only unforgettable. She was chaos in sneakers, clumsy, loud, and heartbreakingly honest. He was silence in uniform-disciplined, distant, and always watching from the shadows. She turned every drama into poetry. He made stillness feel like home. In a world of morning assemblies, surprise tests, and lunchbox secrets, Trisha and Mahin found a love that wasn't planned... just felt. ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ She turned to him and whispered. "And... do you see me?" He didn't hesitate, his voice was quiet, calm. "I do. Every piece. The way you fight, the way you smile, the way your laughter makes chaos feel like home... I've noticed all of it. I've always noticed you. And I... I'm not going anywhere. You're mine in ways even words can't touch." Trisha's eyes glistened. Her hands trembled slightly. "Even... if I'm a mess?" He smiled softly as he looked at her and said. "Especially then. You, all of you, are what I've been waiting for. Every piece. Every flaw. Every heartbeat. That's where I belong." ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ This isn't just a story. It's your old classroom. Your first crush. Your teenage heart-rewound. Come, relive the madness, the innocence, and the magic of growing up. Because some memories deserve one more ride. 💫 ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　 #1 in Relatable #1 in School life #1 in heartfelt #1 in nostalgia

Cupid. A small chubby boy with wings who carries a bow that shoots arrows of love to anyone in his way. Whoever gets struck by his arrows will fall in love with whomever they see. However, time has changed and Cupid no longer works alone. Now he has millions of workers, who work for him and does his job. They are also known as Cupid's assistants. Xiaodan, one of the millions of workers known as Cupid's assistants, finally got her big case after a long time. Hopefully, she isn't rusty and can handle her new assignment. Will she get the timid female university student and cold-hearted male student to fall in love, or will she fail? Or perhaps there was another reason for this assignment? ---------------------------- This is not my artwork. The credit goes to the creator.

He saw her for the first time on her birthday. She never knew about his feelings. Years passed-same school, same university-but he never found the words. This is the story of a quiet love, unspoken and unwavering. A boy who waited. And a girl who never knew she was being waited for...🦋 ***************************************** She opened the box slowly, dust rising from its lid. Inside, neatly stacked, were envelopes. Dozens of them. Each one marked in the same familiar handwriting. "Isha - Happy birthday! ❤️" She blinked, her fingers trembling as she picked one. Inside was a card-simple, handmade. Tucked with it, a folded note. A letter. "I don't know if I'll ever have the courage to give you this. But if I do... happy birthday, Isha. I think I've loved you since the day you walked past me, smiling at everyone but me." She pulled out another envelope. Same card. Same quiet confession. Year after year. Her eyes welled up. He had written to her every birthday. He had loved her-through years, through silence, through time. And not once had he asked for anything in return. She turned to Siddharth, who stood quietly at the door, watching her find his years of longing-one envelope at a time. "You waited this long...?" she whispered. He moved to her and wiped her tears, looked at her with that same old softness in his eyes. "I was waiting for a day when... you'd look at me the way I've looked at you all these years." ***************************************** Join me on this journey to uncover the depths of love and longing...🎀

Description [မစ်ရှင် 1: အဓိကဇာတ်လိုက်များကို တောင်းပန်ခြင်း။ (0/3)] (*အကြံပြုချက်: ဘယ်တုန်းကမှ မတောင်းပန်ဖူးသူတစ်ဦးအတွက် ချိုမြိန်သော အကြံပြုချက်တစ်ခု!*) *သင့်ရဲ့စိတ်ရင်းမှန်နဲ့ အသစ်တစ်ဖန်စတင်လိုတဲ့ ဆန္ဒကို ဖော်ပြတဲ့အနေနဲ့ ခရင်မ်ပေါင်မုန့် (Cream Bun) တစ်လုံး လက်ဆောင်ပေးလိုက်ရင်ရော? "အခုချိန်ထိ ငါလုပ်ခဲ့သမျှ အရာအားလုံးအတွက် စိတ်ရင်းမှန်နဲ့ တောင်းပန်ပါတယ်" သူက သေသွားသင့်တာ။ ဒါပေမဲ့ ညတွင်းချင်းပဲ၊ သူ ကိုယ့်ကိုကိုယ် ဝတ္ထုထဲက ဗီလိန် မင်ယူအွန်း (Min Yu-un) အဖြစ် ပြန်လည်မွေးဖွားလာကြောင်း တွေ့လိုက်ရတယ်။ ဒီဘဝကို အဆုံးသတ်ဖို့ဆိုရင် သူ မင်ယူးအွန်အဖြစ်နဲ့ တောင်းပန်ပြီး ခွင့်လွှတ်မှုကို ရယူရမယ်။........... I do not own this novel. I'm just a translator.

Title _ 狼行成双 / wolves of a pair prowl together Author _ 巫哲 / wuzhe Chapter _ 105 + 2 extra chapters Story of two people who mutually don't see eye to eye, love each other and want to kill each other. _ ✨ _ Oriana's Note_ I make this for me and you all. ..... \(･◡･)/..... Credits to Author 巫哲。

--- ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⟡✦✦✦⟡⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ＤＥＳＣＲＩＰＴＩＯＮ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⟡✦✦✦⟡⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ At Higher Value International School, laughter echoes louder than the bell- until whispers begin to sound sharper than screams. She enters the halls: ☁ a little clumsy, ☁ a little kind, ☁ a little too simple to notice. Or maybe... that's the point. Friendships twist. Rivalries burn. Mysteries breathe in every corner. What begins as fun slowly unravels- into wit, strength, and the kind of power that doesn't ask to be seen... it simply takes the room. ⎯⎯⎯ ✦ 𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ✦ ⎯⎯⎯ Inspired by Ang Mutya ng Section E ---

She promised herself this would be the year she stopped making boys the center of her world. No more overthinking texts, romanticizing potential and falling too fast. She was finally learning how to be enough on her own - until Tyler, the new boy who started taking the same metro as her every morning, quietly becomes part of her routine. Told week by week over the course of the school year, this story is about healing, faith, growing up, and discovering that love feels different when you're not chasing it.

Loving him was easy. Hiding it was not. He thought being a secret admirer would protect his heart. He was wrong. Because sometimes, the most beautiful love stories are the most painful ones. When feelings grow deeper and secrets become heavier, how long can love survive in silence? A story about hidden love, painful choices, and the kind of feelings that refuse to disappear.

Freya Skye has grown up in the echo of stadium applause and whispered headlines. As the daughter of Taylor Swift, the world thinks it already knows her story-but Freya has spent her life writing in the margins, trying to figure out who she is beyond her mother's legacy. When Freya begins secretly writing songs of her own, she faces a choice: stay safely anonymous, or step into a spotlight that has always terrified her. As she navigates fame, first love, heartbreak, and identity, Freya learns that some stories aren't inherited-they're written.

Maxwell is perfect. He is kind, he is gentle, and he belongs to Mina. ​But he is being corrupted. ​His so-called "friends" are tearing him apart piece by piece. Kyle steals his time. Andre breaks his body. Arnold corrupts his mind. And Rex... Rex poisons his very soul. ​Mina watches from the shadows, and she sees what no one else sees: Maxwell is drowning, and she is the only one who can save him. ​She has a list. She has a plan. And she has a promise to keep. ​She will remove the weeds from his garden, one by one, until only the two of them remain. Because true love requires sacrifice... usually someone else's. ​

"What is broken can be repaired, even if not completely." - Hopely Janetta Tekanan demi tekanan tidak pernah lepas dari High Class, dipaksa untuk menjadi sempurna disaat mereka sudah tidak sanggup lagi untuk melakukan semua yang diperintahkan. Nyatanya mereka tidak akan pernah bisa hidup seperti orang biasa. Seperti orang-orang biasa pada umumnya yang memiliki kehidupan yang penuh kehangatan dan kepedulian, bahagia dengan kesederhanaan. Inilah cerita The High Class selanjutnya, dimana kehidupan mereka yang sudah semakin dewasa, penuh tekanan, tidak ada istirahat, tidak ada kehangatan, tidak ada kepedulian, penuh persaingan dan, kemunafikan. - "When we no longer recognize ourselves and sink into darkness." -

" එක ෆැන්ටසි හීනෙක මං.......සැරිසැරුවා පාවෙමින්....! " Boys Love

"Some hearts meet in silence. Some fall in chaos." She just wanted to survive high school. He? He found his entire world in her eyes. This is a story of first glances, butterflies in the stomach, and feelings that grow quietly over time. Shridha & Dhruv - She's focused on her goals; he's lost in her giggles. Akriti & Aarav - She's tired of matchmaking setups; he's the last one she ever expected. Adviti & Rishabh - She talks non-stop; he listens with a smile that says more than words. Three couples. Three love stories that begin with accidents, annoyance, and unexpected smiles. But love? It never asks for permission. ----------------------- Shridha & Dhruv - The Sweet and Awkward Love Dhruv: "Tum mujhse itna bhagti kyun ho? Main kuch kha jaunga kya?" (Why do you keep running away from me? Am I going to bite or something?) Shridha (rolling her eyes): "Main bas tumhare drama se door rehna chahti hoon." (I just want to stay far from your constant drama.) Dhruv (murmuring): "But I want to stay close to your chaos..." ------------------ Akriti & Aarav - The Mature, Unplanned Spark Aarav: "So, business party or shaadi setup?" Akriti (dryly): "Don't flatter yourself, Mr. Shekhawat. You're not on the list." Aarav: "Not yet. But who knows? The heart doesn't follow the list." (She looks away, hiding her smile.) -------------------- Adviti & Rishabh - The Unexpected Connection Adviti: "I talk too much, don't I?" Rishabh: "Maybe. But your voice... it feels like home." (For the first time, she pauses. Her smile softens.) Adviti: "You really hear me, don't you?" Rishabh (gently): "Always did. Just waiting for you to notice."

New school. New rules. New life. Valehart Academy was supposed to be her fresh start. No drama. No distractions. Just goals and growth. But in a place full of secrets, competition, and unexpected feelings, staying focused is harder than she thought. Especially when love starts knocking on a heart she promised to guard. She's independent. Strong. Untouchable. Or at least that's what she wants everyone to think. Because in Valehart, she won't just fight for her dreams. She'll fight for herself.

This is a book.

Lumiara didn't think one small decision would rewrite everything. It started with a username. Blank profile picture. No bio. It was supposed to be harmless. Just a place to vent. To joke. To say the things she didn't have the courage to say out loud. No one was supposed to know it was hers. Especially not Aveline. But secrets have a way of breathing. And that morning, the air in the classroom felt heavier than usual. Whispers didn't sound normal. Laughs felt delayed. Eyes lingered a second too long. Liora kept glancing at her phone. Aveline wasn't talking. And Kaelith - he was watching her. Not accusing. Not angry. Just... watching. Lumiara told herself she was overthinking. She always did that. She adjusted the sleeve of her sweater and focused on the board, pretending she couldn't feel the shift happening around her. Then Aveline's phone buzzed. Silence followed. Aveline looked up slowly. "You knew?" It wasn't loud. It wasn't dramatic. But it was enough. Lumiara's heart stopped before her mind caught up. "Knew what?" she asked, even though her voice betrayed her. The phone slid across the desk. The anonymous account stared back at her. Her words. Her posts. Her mistake. "You told everyone except me," Aveline said quietly. "I was the last one." And somehow that hurt more than being exposed. Because Lumiara never meant to hurt her. She just didn't think it would matter. But now it did. And the silence that followed was louder than any argument could have been.

He used to bully me. Now he sits beside me in class like nothing ever happened. He doesn't recognize the name I go by now. And I don't plan on reminding him. Not yet.