4.43Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous! Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!
"I'm s-scared , Arjun. I'm terrified. I d-don't know h-how it h-happened. I didn't mean it. I didn't want it."She went on with her scattered explanation making him even more confused. He let out a loud sigh and hugged her closer."What are you scared of ,sweetheart? And what did you not mean to happen ? Come on, stop crying and tell me",he asked calmly even though his insides were frustrated and angry to see her like that. This was it. She had gone too far and there was no turning back. She took a shaky breath in and mustered the courage and finally let the words out. "I-I didn't m-mean to fa-fall in l-love with you." **** Payal Mahale is a nineteen year old student pursuing English honors in NR college of Mumbai, India.Coming from a conservative South-Indian family with strict parents, Payal is a beautiful woman - clever , shy but courageous, kind ,loving yet a meanie to the meanies. She has loved only one thing apart from her family and friends -Literature. Amidst the trials she has to face in her new college life, she meets a certain tall, handsome Mehra who succeeds in bringing out of her heart some forbidden feelings which she dared not to show. Will Payal heal his heart and let him into hers? Will she become the princess he has been waiting for all his life? Or will she keep her new found feelings to herself in the fear of her kin's wrath back home? Find out in "Read me to sleep". Written in third person POV.
"Don't come to me, if you can't save me. You won't be able to see the result of your failure." Qiu Yu was a ghost. A drifting spirit. Passerby A: Isn't it that quiet girl friends with Ju Linping? She's Lian Qian's childhood best friend. Passerby B: She's in my class but she doesn't speak to anyone but Wen Lili. Passerby C: She's the beauty who no one knows. My roommate tried to chase her but she didn't even reply to him. Qiu Yu was okay with such a quiet life until she saw him under the tree that night. ~ Just when Ling Bingchen wanted to give up, there she was standing in front of him, her eyes finally looking at him, as if telling him to save her. He has never lacked confidence in his life but one tear in her eyes and his whole system goes into panic. When she finally smiled and told him that she wanted to chase him, his lips wanted to confess that his whole being had always been hers but then he stops. Want to chase him, then chase. Anyway who told you not to remember him?
This is a collection of my thoughts, That sometimes could be dark, A little bit light with a touch of spice, And most of the time, Just things I think once in a while. **** Life becomes a little bit messy as we grow older and to take a breath once in a while, here's my book — a collection of mine that lets you dive into what an average person thinks most of the time when life gets a little bit dark. And as this also works as my ventilator, different feelings are included but not limited to: frustrations, happiness, confusion and so on. And a little bit reminder: Plagiarism is a crime. These poems are under my name.
Spring comes, April showers bring May flowers, and the sound of rain drenches the world. Just like the endless beauty of life, the budding flowers of the season remain fragile. Maria Springfield lives every day through slow monotones; a spotless, empty, apartment, and a clean life. She has come to terms with her growing emptiness, still unsure of just what meaning life has set for her, yet far from content. As if the rainy season a sign, she runs into a girl that seems to not only have her life figured out but also enjoys the seemingly mundane moments. A girl willing to drench herself in rain. "She had come like the wind and left much the same. Like the graceful fall of sakura leaves; beautiful and short, fragile and fleeting. Too, she was also the sound of rain." — Maria Springfield ___ Also available on Wattpad.
Pyrophilia, the intense love for fire, exhibited in very few people, and a lust for that which shall turn into ashes. Arson, the crime of setting something on fire, done often to escape debt, and a lust longed for by pyrophiliacs. Conflagration, a fire which destroys the most, happening not too often, and what pyrophiliacs could only dream of ever achieving. A trinity of fire, blazes, and inferno. I am Alexandre Ardere, a name I made for myself, and I give you my memoir, letter, and autobiography to the uncaring world. -§- Obviously a work in progress, and my first non-completely-a-joke story. And I owe the idea to sharing kinks in a group chat.
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