sienna khan

Petite Princess VS Rough Khan On their wedding day, Yelu Yan told Li Xianyun that apart from affection, he could provide her with endless wealth and honor. After the marriage, he indeed kept his promise, cherishing her in the palm of his hand. Little did he know, the more he cherished her, the deeper she burrowed into his heart, right to the very top. Not long after the political marriage with the Khitans, Li Xianyun gradually noticed earth-shattering changes around her: Initially, the commoners who disliked her began to worship her as a deity... The court officials accusing her of bewitching their lord were now pleading with her to consummate the marriage with the Khan... The most perplexing of all was her husband in name; wasn’t he the one who said he wouldn't give her emotional affection? Why was he always following her around? Little theater scene 1: One day, Yelu Yan cornered Li Xianyun against the wall. “Why are you avoiding this Khan?” “They say you might have taken a liking to your servant.” “Remove ‘might’, isn’t it obvious enough from how this Khan acts?” “But you said you wouldn’t give your servant emotional affection.” Yelu Yan held his forehead; he had indeed said too many foolish things. “The Han people always say that one should start a family and then establish a career; clearly, the two are not in conflict.” Little theater scene 2: The sun had risen high, yet Yelu Yan was still clinging to Li Xianyun. “Get up quickly, I have to leave. There are patients on the street waiting for my consultation, the good fields to the west need irrigation, the homestead plots in the east need measuring, and I have to oversee the silk reeling and dyeing... Uh...” “Your husband is a patient, don’t you care for him?” Li Xianyun looked at the man tough enough to rival ten bulls and was utterly speechless.

Sienna, a 40-year-old assistant manager at an IT company, feels trapped in a monotonous life, for the luxurious lifestyle she craves. Without wealthy parents or a mysterious inheritance from her grandfather, she has had to work tirelessly to fulfill her dreams of wine in the weekend, fishing on the yatch on summer, skiing by winter, and touring a vineyard in fall. Her relentless focus on her career has come at the expense of her relationships, with most of her past girlfriends either cheating on her or leaving due to her constant neglect. Sienna's go-to response when relationships end is, "What else do they need?" - she simply doesn't understand why her past partners couldn't be satisfied with her providing for their material needs. Seeking an escape, Sienna immerses herself in a video game called 'Vintage Point', where the protagonist, male/female, inherits their grandfather's vineyard and creamery. Through the use of cheating codes she got from the game community, Sienna amasses unlimited wealth and the ability to have multiple wives in the game - living out her dream life virtually. "Oh lord, rich, vineyard, and wives. My dream life." One night, after a few too many glasses of wine, Sienna passes out in front of her computer. When she wakes up, Sienna finds herself in a large, medieval-style house, surrounded by four distressed women who seem to blame her for their current life. Disoriented and unsure of what is happening, "What is happening?" This unexpected turn of events propels Sienna into a surreal situation, where the line between her virtual dream life and reality becomes blurred.

BIG Rewrite incoming. Everything will change. *** Everyone else with 1 Luck. Will Wick woke up with 30 Luck and an error message where his ceiling should be. That was the least strange part of his morning. The voice in his head—ancient, unimpressed, and absolutely certain Will is doing everything wrong—belongs to history's greatest conqueror. Genghis Khan has reviewed Will's memories, assessed his life choices, and has opinions. Loud ones. The main one being: the trillion-dollar corporation that harvested humanity's souls to power their own empire needs to be dismantled. Sector by sector. Server by server. Until the cage they built around this world belongs to someone else. Khan has done this before. Last time it was the Eurasian steppe. The principle, he insists, is exactly the same. Will already lost his family to the cold, corporate math of the old world. Now he's stranded 100,000 years in the future, on an Earth that healed itself while humanity was gone, facing billionaires who bought their way to power before the System even dropped. Genghis thinks this is fine. Genghis has a plan. Will is pretty sure the plan involves conquering everything. He's not wrong. [Progression Fantasy | LitRPG | Slow Burn Conquest | Historical Ghost Companion | Broken Luck Build] One Chapter a day, making extensive edits to early chapters based on feedback. 100+ chapter backlog. Please leave your thoughts on the story good or bad!

"Rajpot Khan" is an enthralling tale of honor, legacy, and resilience penned by the masterful storyteller Sir Faraz. This literary marvel delves into the lives of warriors bound by tradition, navigating a world of intrigue and peril. Set against a vivid backdrop of historical grandeur, Rajpot intricately weaves themes of love, betrayal, and redemption into an unforgettable epic. The story is a testament to the power of collaboration, with contributions from Raj, Srk, and Baba, whose distinct perspectives add depth and vibrancy to the narrative. Raj infuses the tale with a personal connection to heritage, Srk's imaginative insights bring cinematic flair to the unfolding drama, and Baba's wisdom grounds the story in timeless truths. Together, they have helped shape Rajpot Khan into a rich and dynamic saga that resonates with readers of all ages. Prepare to be transported into a world where valor meets vulnerability and tradition clashes with modernity—a journey that only Sir Faraz and his creative team could craft.

Khan wants to be a cultivator.  He promised his father he would become one. When the Awoken Moon Sect rejected him, they didn’t just deny him entry—they declared that he would never cultivate at all. In a world ruled by Qi, that sentence was final. Khan would live and die a peasant. At fifteen, stranded in the mud-choked alleys of Lunis City, Khan survives in a society where strength decides everything—and he has none. Until he learns a dangerous truth. In a world of immortal cultivators, power doesn’t only flow from fists and swords. It flows from dependency. Resources. Secrets. Supply chains. Favors that no sect can afford to lose. If Khan can’t cultivate, he’ll make himself indispensable. He begins walking a path no one warns him about—leveraging scarcity, exploiting ambition, and striking deals that place his life on the line. Every step forward costs him something. Every advantage paints a target on his back. This is a progression fantasy where growth is earned through strategy before strength, where cultivation is delayed, bought, stolen, and paid for in blood and compromise. A slow-burn rise from nothing. The story of a carp that dared to jump the Dragon Gate. Release Schedule: 1 chapter a day posted till the end of this month at 9:01 PM UTC + 4. After that, releasing on Fridays and Saturdays at 9:01 PM UTC + 4. Extra tags: Progression fantasy, Xianxia/cultivation, Slow burn, Fantasy, Weak to Strong, Survival, Strategy/Schemes(later on)

It was blood for blood. That is the rule of the golden throne. Kingdoms, tribes, and sects fought for it but only one will remain and sit on it. The throne of gold and power that is what they describe it. Who ever sit on the throne always seek to conquer the lands and let the enemies of the throne kneel and bow done rejoicing to those who sit on the golden throne. But it was no longer subject to return to the hands of mortals. Because the unstoppable force of the 9 Heavenly dragons took the power and the glory of it. The so-called guardians of the skies and the heavens, but like all those who maintain peace, there is always chaos among peace, and so the battle of the Ruling Dragons started. They named the first dragon after the shining brilliance of light that came when it fly down from the heavens. They called it “Eternal Dragon”. Followed by its brother, the second dragon, who bites on the handle of the throne and is wise and intelligent, the “Enlightened Dragon”. From the left side of the throne, the third brother grips on the handle and roar loudly and its claws embedded itself on the golden throne and named the “Ferocious Dragon”. Then followed by the fourth brother that slithers on the back of the golden throne known for its sweetness and gentleness, the “Blossom Dragon”. Then the fifth dragon known for its love for money and gold, the “Fortune Dragon”. That ended the 5 heavenly Ruling Dragons, but it did not end there. As there are still the four Dragons who did not get near the Golden throne because of their destructive power. Known as the 4 Demonic Dragons of Asura. First was the 6th brother known for mercilessly exterminating innocents and giving the art of war to the mortals. And widely known as the “Dreaded Dragon”. The 7th brother who sided with the Dreaded Dragon, known for liking the color of blood and created the river of blood of Asura the “Blood Dragon” and the 8th brother known for the thinking of the dark arts and created the dark demonic styles of fighting. The only rival of the Eternal Dragon, the “Ravenous Dragon” and the last of the 9 Heavenly Dragons that sided with that Dreaded Dragon and breaking the stalemate among the heavenly dragons for good, the “Thunder Dragon”.

At the age of 15, to save Chase Thorne, I was left with a limp. But he used me as a topic for gossip at his birthday banquet. "A cripple, the only thing passable about her is her face." He asked me to dance for him, saying that even if my right leg was bad, I still had my left one, so why couldn't I liven things up? Until I escaped from the Thorne Family and got engaged to my first love. He finally couldn't take it anymore. "Sienna Ames, is your brain as crippled as your leg?! Rejecting an ultra-rich heir like me to go for some damn doctor!" What responded to him was another man's nonchalant sarcasm: "Are you alright?" "If you are, have some more Preserved Plums. Look how sour you are!"

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_This one will hook readers instantly_ > Chaya was just an ordinary girl... until her sister drowned one night without a word. > The police called it an accident. But Chaya heard her sister scream. > Searching for answers, she stepped into the same lake and the water didn't just return her sister’s body. It unleashed a curse that followed Chaya home. > *Now the question isn’t how her sister died... it’s who will be next? *Tags: #Horror #Mystery #Supernatural #FemaleLead #Revenge #Psychological #Indian*

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.