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Saintess wants to turn me into a sword spirit; the master wants me to be a rebel disciple; the blindfolded sword fairy senior sister wants to make me her slave; the fox from Qingqiu harbors ill intentions; the little dragon girl always drools over me; the princess wants to keep me in the deep palace... All I want is to cultivate immortality, so why do they always have designs on me!? Many years later, someone asks Lu Jin'an what kind of Dao heart supported him to get this far? Lu Jin'an glances at his charming and alluring wives and sighs faintly： "I just wanted freedom."

Yang Ge had never been the greatest in the world. But later, everyone in the realm of martial artists said he was the greatest in the world… PS1: This is a story about friendship, ideals, and reconciliation. PS2: The second place in the world is also good PS3: People strive for fame and fortune, struggling for a lifetime, and finally realize that it's just a bubble

[COMPLETED] Fuse Ren had long been accustomed to living in the long winter. He never thought the snow would melt until the appearance of Hanada Tsubaki. Their love bloomed despite the harshness surrounding them. But, it was the story of five years ago. Ren was forcibly returned to where he belonged. He was dragged back into living in the freezing air. When Ren found Tsubaki again, she had lost all the memory related to him. Not even once was spared. To avoid drowning in the frostiness, he began his journey to once again invite the spring to grace his life. "I'll make you fall in love with me again," promised Ren as he gently kissed the back of her hand. "Whenever you're tired of donning the cold mask, you can come to me. I'll always be here," whispered Tsubaki softly. To Ren, Tsubaki would always be his spring. -------------------------------------- Commissioned cover by yuuri_e (Instagram). Exclusively for this book. Discord: hansora#1507 Instagram: hansora_author

（An elder above purity, beneath the High Mountain Flower, the divine altar.） In summer 2021, it was Jiang Tan's first encounter with Zhou Yingzhun. The man grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a shady corner, "Jiang Tan, there's a shortcut right here, will you take it?" Upon hearing that, Jiang Tan looked up at him. Jiang Tan loved Zhou Yinghuai. She loved his refined gaze when he lightly laughed, always composed, never captivated by emotions. But it wasn't tender-hearted devotion, rather an unspoken agreement. Ironically, it was Jiang Tan who broke the rules and allowed herself to fall, covered in heavy snow, her voice was crisp and cold: "Zhou Yingzhun, don't just like. Love!" The man's eyes were faintly aloof, a rare display of seriousness: "Tantan, I simply do not possess such a thing." She left him on a snowy night, Zhou Yingzhun did not utter a word to keep her, but the lights stayed on all night. In summer 2023, Jiang Tan's startup began to take shape, while the once low-profile man now attended all sorts of meetings, dominating the headlines, revealing his wealth as well as his charisma. Jiang Tan looked at the mole near his eye corner, lightly touching the screen, a lump forming in her throat. Meeting at the conference table, they were now just strangers. Jiang Tan argued with his subordinates, but was defeated each time. He, on the other hand, spectated from a higher position with an indifferent look. When the meeting ended, Jiang Tan gritted her teeth and packed up, while Zhou Yinghuai, with a slight lift of his eyebrows, said nonchalantly, "Jiang Tan, it's been a while." Jiang Tan left without turning back. Finally, during a cup-and-toast night at the Yangshan port, an intoxicated Jiang Tan settled in a corner, Zhou Yingzhun approached nonchalantly with a cigarette in his mouth, holding a pair of high heels in his hand. Under the public eye, the most indifferent man bent down to help her put on her shoes. Breaking into sobs, she said, "Zhou Yingzhun, you don't love me, why do you appear in my dreams?" His gaze turned gloomy, and after a moment, he softly replied, "Tantan, then can I light a firework in your dream as an apology?" Regardless of whatever else life offers, I am only fond of you. I will beg her to turn around, I will ask her to love me. Utter composure, profound obsession.

Only one word: Heirloom Heirloom? Isn't that a valuable object that has belonged to a family for several generations? Something that is supposed to bring pride, but not always, at least not in this story. Everything started with the mysterious 'Heirloom' and everything will probably end with it. Li Wei is our ML and Wang Yu Yan is our FL. The empty blanks I will leave it to you all to fill as you read their story. Come, witness their journey full of love, dangers, and some life-threatening secrets. _____________________ Excerpt He kissed her softly at first and then with a swift gradation of intensity that made Wang Yu Yan cling to him as the only stable thing in the dizzy swaying world. And Wang Yu Yan did not realize when her hands clutched to Li Wei's shirt tightly. Her hands automatically circled Li Wei's neck. On realizing this, Li Wei slowly and slowly kept on deepening the kiss. It became more and more passionately by the second. As it did, Wang Yu Yan felt her heartbeat accelerating. Li Wei parted his lips from her shaking lips, sending wild tremors along her nerves, evoking her sensations she had never known she was capable of feeling. Li Wei looked into her deep eyes. Wang Yu Yan was doing the same. This feeling that she was felt was foreign yet a nice feeling. She wanted to feel more of this, more of this, and before a swimming giddiness spun her round and round, Wang Yu Yan knew that she was kissing him back. .............................. The cover is not mine it belongs to its rightful owner. This is an original story by me and my best friend. So pls give it a try Thank You Neonlover_1 and Rainbow_Writermark

I suddenly found myself in a world where traditional gender roles are reversed. Here, men are rare, with a staggering 1/100 male-to-female ratio. Things are quite different from my old world, but despite the surprises, I'm making the most of it and having a pretty enjoyable time!

*cover is not my picture Jade Lu was brought up by her grandmother, the Matriach of Lu family. Her parents dislike her and thinks she is weird while her siblings saw her as eye sore who took away their grandma's love and attention. Her parents did not know how to deal with Jade who suffers from Asperger's syndrome, a disorder that shows impairment in social and emotional cognition. Under her grandma's support and love, Jade grew up to be beautiful, talented and successful but still socially awkward and a loner. Jade's perfect world crashed when her grandma (Mama Lu) died leaving her all alone in this world along with the Lu business empire. Fate is a strange thing. Just when she thought there is no reason to go on living, she caught the attention of a cold and heartless man. What happens when a socially challenge woman meets an ice cube? Can they find solace in each other presence? Can he protect her from her vicious family members that hated her? Excerpt from one of the chapter in this story: Derek: Then I'll be there. Since that night, I have made my mind up that I'll be wherever you need me to be. Jade: Are you sure, you are the same rumoured Derek Lee, the demon prince, cold, unfeeling, vicious and etc. The list is just too long for me to type out. Oh, I forgot to add, man of few words. From the moment, we met I think you spoke more than I did. You are quite a talker. Are you an imposter? ? Derek : Before this I never met someone like you. Those people that I meet usually don't deserve this side of me. Maybe when a demon meet a demoness the effect is opposite? ? Well, you are one to talk as well, aren't you the ice queen? The one who dislike physical contact but who is it that loves my chest so much? ? Jade: Well.. when an ice cube meets the ice queen in a place like Sahara desert, won't the ice melt? Go to sleep, okay? I am ?. Sweet dreams. another excerpt: "Ok, I accept. Are we friends? You will be my first ever friend then" "To be honest, I want to be more than friends but I'll take it slow but since knowing you I can't help sigh that I am no longer young." She looked at him in disbelief with eyes wide open. "Am I scaring you?" "Mm, you mean to say, you want to be more than friends? Meaning?" "I always wanted to do this" He said as he closed in on her face and his lips met hers when he lifted her chin up and kissed her. He was clumsy because it was his first time and she was as clueless as him. They followed their instinct instead. He slipped in his tongue when she parted her lips and they stopped when accidentally bit his lower lip and tasted the metallic flavour of blood. They were left breathless. "If we were only friends, I am not allow to do that or hold you real close to me..... p/s this is my second attempt at writing, I deleted my first story due to lack of public interest and lack of proper planning on my behalf. however, this story is different because it is definitely more structured and written with an extra passion.

"I'm sorry my kite hit your face!" Those were the 'legendary' first words to my fated person. Haha... Please don't hate me, Senior Sister! I swear it was merely the breeze! I swear it was! Zhu Na Ran is a girl who merely wanted to escape her past and start anew. Ye Lian Hua is a girl from a prominent family, pressured to carry on her family's expectations. Unexpectedly, the two meet from a mishap of the wind. Could it be love? ___ Updates are usually on Fridays UTC - 4 An original story. I just really wanted to get this idea out there, so I hope you would enjoy this story. :) Cover by yours truly. Please forgive my lack of skills. :) ___ Originally published: 11 Mar, 19 Rewritten: 18 Mar, 20

Aiko Matsumoto never expected salvation to arrive on two wheels. Soaked to the skin and weighed down by months of neglect, she sits alone at a park fountain— until a young Spain cyclist stops, kneels, and begins to wash and untangle her hair. Each careful motion, each quiet hum beneath the storm, carries a message Aiko has longed to hear: You are worth caring for. The boy vanishes into the thunder before she can catch his name, but his gentle touch awakens a fierce resolve. The boy disappears into the storm, but his gift awakens a dormant inheritance: her late mother’s craft of beauty and transformation. In secret, Aiko apprentices at a small neighborhood salon, learns the language of hair, and prepares for a future her aunt forbids. Every knot she untangles—on a mannequin, on a client, within herself— brings new danger at home and sharper questions about the boy who began it all. _________________________________________________ If you like the episodes give the series a like and a review

To be helped by something invisible put on a light and warm tag to the heart. Yet to help while your disable with unexpected things is beyond unbelievable.