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‘Cathy and Joan’ is a fictional, romantic and very touching story which focuses on England during the Stuart period, a period when the distance between the rich and the poor in England had no bounds. The poor had no connection with the rich, but Joanna (Joan), an adopted poor little girl, had remarkable potentials which earned her the love and friendship of a little princess of England called Catherine (Cathy) Catherine showed how crazily in love she suddenly became with Joanna on the first day they met each other, when her body guard tried to separate her from Joanna and she hugged Joanna in response and refused to let go. ‘she is coming with me’ she cried and when this was finally resolved, she untied the ribbon on her beautiful long hair and tied Joanna’s tattered hair together as a sign of their covenant. Their unique friendship was supposed to last forever and it was supposed to stand as a convincing proof that the rich and the poor in great England would eventually unite one day. On the other hand, Joanna’s foster mother wasn’t comfortable with Joanna’s friendship with Catherine because she believed the rich were unquestionable bullies and the poor were always the victim and Cathy would make no difference. She believed Joan’s relationship with Cathy would eventually put Joan in to trouble. When the love birds grew, it looked like Joan’s foster mother was right for the tide turned and Cathy became the insanely jealous beast that furiously devoured poor Joanna- Wait! Lest I forget, before this ironical incident occurred, Cathy was about to tell Joanna a horror story and may be Cathy didn’t actually murder her childhood friend in cold blood, may be Cathy made that up in her horror story just to simultaneously scare and amuse her friend.

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Seperti bunga Smeraldo. Terkadang kehadiranmu terlihat nyata, terkadang memang hanya fiksi belaka. 13 tahun berusaha melupakan kejadian kelam yang terjadi di bawah hujan. Namun, seolah semuanya berjalan dengan bebasnya mimpi buruk itu selalu menghantui setiap malam indah. Percaya atau tidak. Wajahmu masih teringat jelas di dalam memori kenangan, kerinduan selalu menyelimutiku yang bersorai terhadap bulan yang indah. Hingga hadirnya seseorang seolah mengatakan bahwa dirimu masih hidup. Nyatanya, semuanya tak semudah yang aku bayangkan. Kamu... Sakala. Siapa dirimu sebenarnya? Kamu atau dia yang selalu manis padaku?

They say some meetings are mere coincidences, but others change the entire course of life. The encounter between Shubham and Tisha was precisely one of the latter. Where there was instant hatred at first sight, fate kept throwing them face-to-face at every turn. Sometimes their eyes were tangled in arguments, sometimes in silent glances... and slowly, that fire of animosity began transforming into the quiet rhythm of Unheard Heartbeats.

It was the end of my first year at the university, and I was eagerly looking forward to summer to live it to the fullest, until my heart was broken. As if being dumped wasn't enough, I now have to endure the humiliation of witnessing my ex-boyfriend flaunting his new girlfriend - who also happens to be my former best friend - all over town. A double whammy. I am now the pathetic ex-girlfriend, with a broken heart. I am doomed to spend the summer sulking over a guy who believed I was predictable and bad in bed. So, here's what I've decided for this summer; the plan is simple...pretend that I am dating Jim, the popular bad boy of the town, and make my ex-boyfriend green with envy. What do you think? After all...what could possibly go wrong?

"Misunderstanding happens due to lack of communication." "I heard people told me that when the heart is connected, even silent is meaningful and words mean so much more." "Our red strings has too many tangles. Let's talk and undo it together." ..... This novel is a slow romance and I am just a beginner. The updates might e very slow due to certain reasons. I am sorry for that. Thank you for the support, Meiran.

After her mother divorces her abusive father, 15-year-old Chinonso moves to a new neighborhood in Lagos, carrying the weight of a painful past that she keeps hidden from everyone. Struggling with trust and haunted by trauma, Chinonso keeps to herself at her new school, determined to avoid attention—especially from boys. But when Tobi, a kind-hearted and patient classmate, is assigned to help her with schoolwork, their unlikely friendship begins to blossom. As their bond deepens, Chinonso slowly lets down her walls, learning to trust Tobi. But her painful past and fear of being hurt again make it difficult for her to fully embrace the love that is quietly growing between them. Through moments of vulnerability, understanding, and support, Tobi proves that love doesn’t have to hurt. Together, they face the challenges of school, family, and society, navigating the complexities of her healing journey. In the end, Chinonso learns that while the scars of her past may never fully disappear, the love she shares with Tobi gives her the strength to heal and move forward, finding hope in a future together.

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Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!

Shocking! The rough husband is the hidden master in the time-travel novel. She is the sacrificial victim for the male lead's pursuit of true love, the pitiful person who transforms grief and indignation into motivation, the obsessive person who constantly wants to slap the male lead's face with money, the lemon essence contrasting the female lead’s gentleness and generosity. Xu Qinghuan: Emma, is this talking about me? Xu Qinghuan transmigrated into a book, into a time-travel novel written by her best friend, where her father died early, her mother remarried, and she was raised in her second uncle's home since childhood. Her cousin and fiancé are entangled? "Break off the engagement, whoever wants the central air conditioner can take it!" Her biological mother manipulates her with work? Isn't it just going to the countryside? The Great Northeast's black land is fertile, where every year you can lie on the heated kang and eat for half the year. Which corporate slave wouldn’t love it? Most importantly, there is a big shot she wants to cling to. Jiang Xingye is someone that even the male lead admires, the future global richest man, the hidden master in the book. After going to the countryside, Xu Qinghuan goes straight to Jiang Xingye. Her original plan was to be a little follower for the big shot and never thought of developing an inappropriate relationship with him. When the man gruffly raises his eyebrows and coaxingly tells her to hold on a little longer, she only wants to ask: What about being wealthy and detached? What about having a strong career ambition and no time for romance? What about being a 007 workaholic who doesn’t even return home?