wen in lemonade mouth

Between love and duty, which is one a person should choose when it comes to marriage? But in my story, it's a little bit of both when I enter this new phase of life. What is the result? AWKWARD. Yup. Even the big capital letters can't sum up my feelings. Because it mixes with guilt, making me feel wrong, tense and a little bit giddy when facing my borrowed new handsome husband. And why is that? It because the groom ended up marrying the bridesmaid when my big sister, the bride, went missing on the day of the wedding ceremony! # This current cover books do not belong to me. Found it on internet. It just a temporary cover until I draw a new ones.

In a realm where strength defines fate and bloodlines reign supreme, the Wen Clan has long lingered in obscurity—dormant, scattered, and teetering on the brink of irrelevance. That is, until Wen Wuxing, a once-ordinary patriarch of humble standing, awakens a mysterious System born from the remnants of a fallen immortal’s legacy. With it, he gains access to a boundless portable realm, clan-building rewards, and a divine tool: the Veil of Shadows Pavilion, an information force capable of peering into heaven’s secrets. As his enemies lurk in the shadows, plotting the Wen Clan’s extinction, Wen Wuxing orchestrates a silent revolution. Each birth, each victory, and each alliance strengthens the clan, earning divine rewards, guardian beasts, and mysterious peaks of power. Behind the veil, he engineers victories, defeats mighty foes, and quietly controls a kingdom from the shadows. Yet, his greatest secret remains hidden—even from his loyal kin. The System, a power so profound it could alter the realm’s balance, must remain veiled... for now. As the Wen Clan rises, battles rival sects, and ascends the cultivation ladder, the world shall tremble at the name Wen Wuxing, the enigmatic patriarch who defies destiny and reshapes the world in his image. Heaven may have abandoned them—but they have Wen Wuxing.

A foreign college student studies in Seoul, South Korea. Who expected her to meet a famous South Korean rapper? The issue is not the meeting itself, but the violent encounters, fatal shootings, and surprise attacks. What do you think? Does this sound like the life you'd want to have every single day? You see, you have the option, but does she? Accompany this interesting young woman in her fight to survival, and watch as she learns from mistakes that may end up in her losing those close to her.

[Notice: This book is no longer being updated on Webnovel.] Thank you to everyone who read and followed the story here. I’ve officially moved the novel under the same name to Royal Road, where it will continue with better formatting, consistency, and updates.} Desmond Se White is an immortal. But after a failed suicide attempt and the mysterious death of a mortal girl, he is sentenced to the High Prison buried beneath Eden. There, in the darkness, he meets his only cellmate—an enigmatic prisoner known only as Yellow. And soon, Desmond will be forced to choose between surviving the prison… or bargaining with something far older than it.

From man to god, it seems like he’s reached the pinnacle of life. But not really, because he is Hermes. His mother was of humble status, like a little white flower, and his unreliable father made him inherit a whole bunch of brothers and trouble. No power, just a grand title of a main god? … Hearing this, Hermes, who had just returned from the underworld and even picked up a boyfriend along the way, smiled. Don’t you know that verbal talent is also a form of power? We rely on our mouths to eat! A reputation can be built with just a few words! … In the shameless world of Greek mythology, Hermes suddenly unlocked his full arsenal of verbal skills. He said trees would bear fruit, and fruit fell from the tree to hit Apollo below. He said it would rain, and a cloud appeared in the sky to drench Zeus, who was already busy with his own storms. He said… … Hermes: "I declare, let there be light! Light and darkness must balance, so the glory of the gods will extend beyond the twilight!" The gods, who were tricked: "…Alright, could you please just shut up?"

Imagine life as a glass of lemonade—sometimes sweet, sometimes sour. I’m Raya, a 25-year-old small-town girl who’s been sipping on the sour side for a while now. The sweetness I’ve always imagined seems just beyond reach, like it's two steps ahead of me, no matter how fast I chase it. I watch others enjoying their perfect blend, while I’m left wondering why my glass tastes different. But even as the tartness lingers, I still hold on to the hope that one day, life might serve me the sweetness I’ve been waiting for or will it not

Ye Chen is the son-in-law that everyone looks down on, but no one knows his true identity is the big master of the top family, those who look down on him, after all, they have to kneel in front of him, and call him a voice!

The sun dipped below the emerald canopy of Eryndor's endless forests, casting long shadows that stretched like grasping fingers over the ground. In the small village of Verdant Hollow, nestled at the edge of the towering Whispering Abyss, a young boy sat cross-legged beside a Mana Spring. The spring bubbled gently, its waters glowing faintly in the fading light. Yǒnghéng stared at the reflection of his own face, distorted by the rippling surface. His hands trembled as he held the talisman—a simple yet intricate carving of an ancient beast. It had belonged to his grandfather, a revered beast tamer who had commanded the respect of the entire Verdant Concord. Yǒnghéng's grandfather had said the talisman would guide him to his awakening. But years had passed, and it had guided him to nothing but frustration. The faint hum of life in the forest seemed to mock him. A bird's song, the rustle of leaves in the wind, the rhythmic croak of frogs—they all belonged here. But he, the boy with no Soul Construct, did not. "You're wasting your time, Yǒnghéng." The voice came from behind him, sharp and dismissive. Yǒnghéng didn't need to turn to know it was his elder brother, Yǔzhi. Yǔzhi stepped into view, his tall frame casting a shadow over Yǒnghéng. Beside him walked his Soul Construct—a massive, spectral wolf with glowing green eyes and a mane of ethereal light. The wolf padded silently, its presence exuding both grace and power. Yǒnghéng glanced at it briefly, then returned his gaze to the spring. "I'll awaken. I just need more time." Yǔzhi crossed his arms, his expression a mixture of pity and impatience. "You're fifteen. By now, even the weakest in the village have awakened something. You're clinging to a false hope." The words struck like a blow, but Yǒnghéng didn't flinch. "The forest hasn't rejected me yet." "Maybe it should." Yǔzhi sighed. "The Concord only values strength. If you can't awaken, you'll bring shame to our family. You should think about leaving." Yǒnghéng clenched his fists. "I won't give up." Yǔzhi's wolf growled softly, but Yǔzhi raised a hand to silence it. He stared at his younger brother for a long moment before shaking his head. "Suit yourself. Just don't expect anyone to wait for you." With that, he turned and walked away, the spectral wolf fading into motes of green light as it returned to his soul. Long after the village lights had dimmed, Yǒnghéng stood at the edge of the Whispering Abyss. A chill wind swept up from the chasm, carrying faint, haunting echoes. The Abyss was a place of legend and fear, where countless adventurers had entered but few had returned. Yǒnghéng tightened his grip on the talisman. If the forest wouldn't help him, perhaps the Abyss would. Taking a deep breath, he descended into the darkness. The air grew colder as Yǒnghéng climbed down jagged stone steps carved into the chasm wall. The faint light of the surface faded, replaced by the luminous glow of fungi clinging to the rocks. Shadows danced on the uneven walls, and every sound seemed amplified—the crunch of his footsteps, the drip of water, the distant growl of unseen creatures. Hours passed as he ventured deeper. The talisman in his hand grew warm, a sign that he was nearing something. He pressed on, ignoring the fatigue in his legs and the growing sense of unease. Suddenly, the narrow path opened into a vast cavern. Stalagmites and stalactites loomed like jagged teeth, and at the center of the chamber stood a crystalline formation that pulsed with an eerie light. Embedded within it was a shard of brilliant energy—a relic unlike anything Yǒnghéng had ever seen. The talisman in his hand glowed in response, vibrating faintly. As Yǒnghéng approached the relic, the air grew heavy with mana. His heart raced, but he couldn't stop now. He reached out, his fingers brushing the shard. Pain. A searing agony shot through his body, as if his very soul were being torn apart. Yǒnghéng fell to his knees, clutching his chest

Jamie Alexander has always flown under the radar, navigating life’s struggles quietly in his bustling Texas town. But when tragedy strikes his school and a brush with violence pushes him beyond his limits, Jamie discovers a strength he never knew he had. As he confronts his fears, he learns to stand up for himself, build connections, and even find love. Yet, just as he begins to find his footing, Jamie is pulled into a crisis that will test his courage like never before. Mouth Breather is a gripping story of resilience, self-discovery, and the power to rise above.

This slice-of-life romance is about a girl named Yui Himitsu who tends to find people at their most vulnerable and notices the small details in life, along with a boy named Amari Isao who isn't all that great with people, making him lose interest in those around him. His unchanging facial expressions and tall stature deter others, which doesn't help his case much.  After a chance encounter involving a Blue Raspberry Lemonade Soda, the two find themselves always somehow near each other. The only problem is that Amari Isao doesn't know who left him that drink, so he doesn't recognize Yui Himitsu when they cross paths.  Will Isao figure it out? And when he does, what will come of their relationship? *This story is available on Booksie, RoyalRoad, along with WebNovel under the my Username/Pen name DenverSammy* ***Note: The story is based in Japan during modern times. Many details are influenced by Japanese holidays and the academic calendar. Smaller details are more Western, with a mixture of American and Japanese common sense. This involves names, Surname first and Given name second. For further information I advise Google.*** This is a fictional story.