the madonna of the lilies

Ever since she was a child, Ye Jiao was treated as trash in Chen Kingdom. Suffering from countless beatings and endless humiliation, Ye Jiao endured the harsh life without being able to do anything. Only a rare few cared for her and showed her warmth in this cruel world. But the Heavens didn’t give her the chance to live peacefully. It took the little things she had and pushed her over the edge into the bottomless abyss. Filled with despair and sadness, she had to hide and bide her time as a lot of people wished for her death. “I have lost everything; you can’t take anything else from me. But I will gain much from this in my path as Eon Energy Master---I’ll not give up and someday, I’ll reach the peak.” Her small hand plucked the stem of the white lily flower and gripped it tight, with determination flashing across her eyes. Trash? Her small lips curved up, tinged in mockery. Even if everyone around her wished to kill her, she would never give up. She will show them who the real trash was and become the greatest genius in the world! Even if the entire world was against her, she would not cower. She will reach the peak. ---- Story set in fictional world with different cultivation method Word count: 900-1500 words/chapter Special thanks for webnovel reader Cookiejiyen who had created the beautiful cover *sending hearts* Note: no reverse harem Link to Discord: https://discord.gg/pBy2wGB ... Other novels: -Flowers Bloom from Battlefield [complete] - Under the Veil of Night [complete] - 1 Year of Beginning [complete] - Villain Lady [complete] - Science and Fantasy [complete] - 2 Years of Restarting [complete] - Forgotten Legend of the Bloodied Flower [on going] - The Quiet Empress [on going] ... Follow me on IG: @sora100518

It is May 1977, a quiet house in the English Cotswolds. Emily,an emotionally fragile,gentle, nature-loving girl, is approaching her eighteenth birthday. Her father, Martin, has become worried about her since the death of her mother, as she has begun to walk in her sleep and says she sees her mother’s ghost. When Martin gets the chance to join his friend Barnaby on an archaeological dig on Crete, he welcomes Emily’s suggestion that she and her older brother David join him out there. Staying with their father’s Greek friends, Emily and David are introduced to the thoughtful young son of the family, Petros, who is prepared to go along with David’s constant quest for fun and girls but who falls in love with the shy, distant Emily. When the siblings notice a mysterious island in the bay, now deserted and a source of superstitious fear among the local villagers, David is eager to explore it, despite Petros’ warnings, but Emily feels afraid and troubled. Eventually the island draws them in, and soon Manolis, a local fisherman who is obsessed with the island for his own reasons, leads them all into a terrifying adventure. The story winds its way through Cretan labyrinths to a strange and surprising conclusion. Suitable for age 16+ Some mild sexual scenes and one violent scene The Glass Madonna is created by Loretta Proctor, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author

The Valehart estate was a garden of silver lilies. Every petal gleamed like moonlight on steel, every step echoed grace and silence — exactly as the house demanded. For centuries, House Valehart had been the Empire’s diplomats, the voice that soothed where others shouted. They were the noble house of peace and polish — the masters of negotiation, the Empire’s silver tongue. But Serene Valehart had always felt wrong in her own home. When her cousins practiced curtsies, she watched the guards spar in the courtyard, her eyes tracing every swing of the blade. When her tutors recited the laws of diplomacy, she memorized them — then imagined how to parry each argument as if it were an attack. She excelled in every lesson. Her words were soft, her steps measured, her smile flawless. She was the perfect daughter of a perfect house. But that wasn’t the only her. --- When the manor slept, Serene crept into the old forge behind the eastern gardens — a place half-swallowed by ivy and shadow. Once, it had been used to craft ornamental blades for noble ceremonies. Now, it was forgotten — quiet, cold, alive only with the scent of soot and iron. Old Joren, the blacksmith, never told on her. He simply watched as she stood beside him, eyes bright with something fierce and unspoken. “Doesn’t it hurt?” she asked once, when a spark leapt and burned his arm. “Every strike leaves a mark,” he said with a faint smile. “That’s how you know it’s becoming something.” Serene touched the glowing metal, feeling its warmth pulse through her skin. > “Then I’ll learn to take the marks,” she whispered. --- Years passed. The silver lilies bloomed each spring, and the Valehart daughter grew into the image her family had crafted — calm, articulate, unblemished. She spoke with grace that silenced rooms, smiled in ways that ended arguments, and bowed with elegance that won peace. Yet beneath her silk gloves were faint scars — pale lines across her palms, hidden proof of who she truly was. So when the Royal Knight Academy sent its call for new initiates, when noble daughters dreamt of betrothals and noble sons of command — Serene Valehart packed her sword instead. Her father called it folly. Her mother said nothing — only tied her daughter’s braid with a silver ribbon and whispered, “Keep your balance, my dear.” The morning she left, the manor was silent. The lilies swayed in the wind as if bowing farewell. At the gate, Serene looked back once. The marble walls glimmered under sunlight, perfect and distant — the prison she’d once called home. She stepped into the carriage, her blade resting across her knees. > Grace is might unseen. That was the Valehart creed. She had lived by it all her life. Now, she would show them what it truly meant. The carriage wheels turned. The estate faded into the morning haze. And softly, as the road stretched before her, Serene whispered — > “Even lilies bleed.” Patron: https://www.patreon.com/JayKJ?utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator

This is a collection of love stories between women, hidden away in the depths of my PC files and rediscovered. Each story explores a unique perspective on love, offering a variety of experiences. Some are long, others short—some filled with tender, heartwarming moments, while others delve into painful realities that might make you question the very nature of love itself. I’ll be translating and posting these stories gradually. I hope you’ll give them a chance and enjoy discovering the diverse ways these characters experience and express love. Because, in the end, love is an art.

"Have you heard of the legend?" A granny starts with her grandchild in her lap Once upon a time in a land enveloped by snow,a land unvisited by the sun where even a fraction of fire could not exist There lived a tyrant A ghost king,who emerged victorious from fighting over thousands and thousands of ghosts in one go And on the day the divine heaven regarded as the one day the sun shines the brightest,what should've been bright and warm,became dark and cold,for it is also that day that the tyrant emerged victorious claiming the title Ghost king,the 5th of the heavenly calamity,the heaven shook for 6 incense time that day "What does the ghost king look like granny?"the grandchild ask innocence burning in his eyes as it sparkled,so his grandmother says They say he is like ice,skin so pale he looked like a dead body pulled from the depth of ocean,hair frosty white that almost came down to hide his eyes,and his eyes......one look at his eyes and you accept you fate,for his eyes screamed death,a sorrowful mourn of the dead,as if his eyes contains death itself Oh!and people says he has holes on his face too "Really granny? that's not true right?" "Who knows?but it's time for you to go to bed now,or else he will come"His granny tickles his toes, giggle bursting out "B-but granny, you've never told me his name" No one knows his name actually,but since his story came and reached the farthest of land,he was known to be called "Graceful white death",for the chilling breeze and the freezing cold announced his presence, And it is said even the sun would freeze in fear of him

When life gives you a second chance, you take it. But what if everything turns out even worse than before? _ "You murdered my parents! How am I supposed to trust you Sebastian!?" She yelled hysterically in his face. "You're wrong Lily." His voice was calm but full of warning. "Those people were not your parents." _ Lily was just a normal young woman, living her normal-ish married life. Yes, she would agree that her husband was a bit... Odd, but never in her three years of knowing him, could she have imagined him to be a cold-blooded killer. Turns out she has A LOT left to learn about him— and, ironically— herself as well.

It’s freezing. The coldness clings to me like second skin… my breath is coming out in little puffs of air as I gripped my knees tighter to my chest. Not a spot of warmth remained, not a single touch. The world shakes, everything is dark and blurry. But one thing remained as clear as a summer day - his footprints in the puddles of water, gradually fading as the storm continues. The shackles of numbness disabled me, trapping me on that spot. I can’t move, can’t speak for my lips are trembling. The raging storm did never end, nor did it falter. The rain continued to fall without any mercy or hesitation.

Madd es una mujercita sumamente crédula; la cual posee un inmenso corazón, y un gran sentido de la responsabilidad; aspectos que la llevarán a tomar desiciones desmedidas. Conduciendola a una aventura enriquecedora, en la cual aprenderá a la mala, las consecuencias de cada una de sus acciones vistas tanto en su presente, como en su pasado.

When Kaede Satori awoke in a new world of glass cities and silver skies, she was given two choices. First: enter the Simulated Combat Spheres, rise above a squadron of charming but hopeless slackers, and become a champion of strategy and skill. Second: wear the ceremonial pleated skirt of the Public Morale Corps and smile prettily for propaganda holos. Which would a battle-hardened soldier pick? …You already know the answer.

Everyone thinks he’s the threat. The danger. The villain wrapped in tattoos and bad decisions. But she? She smiles while setting the trap. She wanted him obsessed. She wanted him dangerous. And she knew exactly what would happen to that poor boy if she so much as laughed too sweetly at his jokes. Because she’s not his victim. She’s the director of the entire show.