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The strongest corporation of the country is the Ling Corporation, there is no big business empire than the Ling family business, they hold seventy percent shares in all the big companies, their influence and their bearings are feared by everyone. Their wealth increase in millions by every minute and second. The owner of Ling Corporation have a daughter who is sole heir of this great business empire called Miss Ling, she is a final year student in the number one business School. While she was drunk driving, she killed a woman. She is carefree, domineering and bold. Fan Yue Jing is the male protagonist, who got law degree from the best law school, he intended to sue the girl who killed his mother and she is not even guilty of it. Join Yue Jing on this tough journey to know whether he will be able to bring justice for his mother or the wealth of the girl would help her prove innocent in the court of law. Your author here.

Poems that you can cry yourself to sleep with, well, sometimes. Just really deep poems for your feels.

She loved deeply—but not always wisely. In a series of almost-relationships, mixed signals, and unspoken expectations, she finds herself caught between what she feels and what she knows she deserves. Sometimes she walks away. Sometimes she stays too long. And sometimes… she becomes the very thing that hurt her. Ache and Apology is a raw, unfiltered journey through love that was never quite right—where loyalty blurred into self-betrayal, and honesty came a little too late. It’s about wanting something real, even when you’re not fully ready for it. About recognizing the patterns you swore you’d never repeat… and repeating them anyway. But more than anything, it’s about growth—the kind that comes when you finally stop asking “Why them?” and start asking “Why me?” Because this isn’t just a story about heartbreak. It’s about accountability. It’s about healing. It’s about becoming. And in the end, it asks one question: When love hurts… and you’ve hurt others too— Who do you become next?

【Cyberpunk ✖️ Mystery ✖️ Light Sci-Fi ✖️ Psychology ✖️ Emotion Visualization】 A century later, under the self-aware artificial intelligence and the carefully crafted rule of the ruling class: Philosophers build Kantian barriers at crime scenes, psychologists sell emotional opium, musicians compose symphonies from murder processes, to save his dying mother, Adam must dance on the edge of the eight sequences: "Have you heard of the Third Law of Entropy?" The brain disc black marketer wipes the pirated copy of "Starry Night," "Tamed chaos never fades, it just becomes... you." — When time travel becomes a form of redemption, the boundary between salvation and destruction is merely a cyclical process. (Light-hearted writing, mildly brain-burning, relaxed horror, no toxic logic) (The essence of cyberpunk is this: resistance and struggle under class oppression, either change the world or destroy yourself)

A collection of my personal poems.

(second couple from Egotistic) Nathaniel didn’t particularly have a will to live. It wasn’t that he wished to die either, nor that he clung to life. Rather, he simply didn’t know— because it was something he had never really thought about. His life had always been overshadowed by someone he’d known since childhood— an alpha prime with red eyes whose actions spoke as though he despised him. He claimed it wasn’t hate, but everything he did was the kind of thing no one could possibly do unless they loathed you. Never once did he do anything Nathaniel could consider kind. Logan constantly reminded him that he didn't belong, that no one could ever stand to be with him, and because Nathaniel was dirty, only he could ever tolerate him. He’d do things that left Nathaniel in tears, only to show up later with a remedy for those very tears. Love, he said? Don’t be absurd. Every memory Nathaniel had of his childhood with him was soaked in misery. But then— could it have all been a misunderstanding? Even so, forgiveness was still too far out of reach. No sane person shows love that way. And yet, Nathaniel couldn’t deny the shameful truth— maybe all those tangled feelings were just uncharted emotions he never allowed himself to explore.

Here's a collection of my poems. Hope you enjoy it, guys ^-^

SooMin foi 'vendida' para um mafioso como pagamento de uma dívida do seu pai (alcoólatra), esse mafioso tem muitas coisas em mente pra fazer com ela mas ele não vai conseguir tão fácil... quando dois dominadores se encontram na cama em um jogo pra descobrir quem vai conseguir o poder.

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.