chansung crying fanfic

[Note: In the previous life, the protagonist was deeply in love with Bibi Dong, but she never cheated on him. Even in the original story, Bibi Dong never had a physical relationship with Yu Xiaogang.] He was reborn into the world of Douluo Dalu as the childhood friend of Bibi Dong. Blessed with the unparalleled Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel Martial Spirit, he was adopted by the Pope of the Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji, and given the name Qian Chengxiao. "Heaven's chosen, destined to soar above all." Yet even ten years of unwavering companionship could not compare to a sudden twist of fate—or a tragic script dictated by destiny. His devotion meant nothing when a worthless outsider entered the picture. Like a fool in love, he gave everything—only to end up with nothing. And in the end, that outsider’s arrival led to Qian Xunji bestowing upon him the title of Douluo of the Hidden Chamber—a silent acknowledgment of his worth, but too little, too late. Though Bibi Dong bore him a daughter, Qian Renxue, it was this very act that bred a lifetime of hatred from her. Qian Xunji died by Bibi Dong’s hand. And Qian Chengxiao, burdened with guilt over his daughter, ultimately gave his life to save her—falling at the hands of Tang San. But now… he is reborn—again at the moment Qian Xunji takes him in. This time, he sees clearly what he once missed. "To love blindly is to die in vain." Bibi Dong: "Chengxiao, I was wrong… please come back…" Qian Chengxiao: "Too late. Affection that arrives after the end is worth less than weeds beneath my feet." Get the Complete, High-Quality Translated No missing chapters. No low-effort garbage. Grab all chapters now in PDF/EPUB on my https://www.patreon.com/cw/UIGOD_Official No more waiting — get the full novel in one go!

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???: Are you sure you want to do this. ???: Yes, After all this time I have finally found my Resolve. . . . . . . . . . . . Inei: *sob* *sob* WHY, WHYYYYY........ Why did *Sob* You do this. ???: This is how the life is Inei. You are as weak as ever a dropout Crybaby. Inei: B...Bu...But I...I...I. ???: You are nothing but a measly child you can't do anything even if you wished to, you can't even touch me. Get out of your delusions and Get stronger, STRONGER THAN ANYONE, BECOME THE STRONGEST SHINOBI IN THE HISTORY OF THIS WORLD AND TRY TO RETURN WHAT YOU OWE ME 10 TIMES AND I WILL FREE YOU FROM YOUR DELUSIONAL LIFE. Inei: Why.... WHY. ???: Again with that same foolish question. Listen foolish little inei, I am a monster who kills for fun and I just massacred hundreds of people and children. This is a delightful game to me so and I give you a chance try and Kill me if you can. . . . . . . . . . . . . Inei: I PROMISE YOU I'LL BECOME THE STRONGEST, STRONGER THAN ANYONE, I PROMISE YOU I'LL BECOME THE STRONGEST SHINOBI IN THE HISTORY OF THIS WORLD, I WILL BECOME A GOD. . . . . . . . . . Yamato: So you've choosen your ninja way, have you. Inei: Till now My life was a forge, my nightmares were the flames and my Shinobi way is the sword which came out of it. Unlike the story we know this one is a bit different, This story isn't about the a knucklehead shinobi, it is about a cry..... a cry of the past, A vision and The virtue. As the story unfolds see what was The mysterious shinobi's resolve and How did tears of a fragile boy forged him into an indestructible sword and From that to the strongest Shinobi in the History.

One day, reality shattered. Without warning, countless people across Earth were chosen and dragged into a nightmare known only as the Strange Tales Challenge. Failure means death. Survival is never guaranteed. The only clue they receive is a set of ever-changing, incomprehensible rules. But this time, something is different. The world where the challenge unfolds is not Earth. It is Teyvat. A Teyvat twisted beyond recognition. A Teyvat where familiar faces wear unfamiliar smiles. A Teyvat where the laws of reality have begun to rot. The chosen participants are granted avatars and identities, forced to assume roles within terrifying stories and complete impossible missions while millions watch through live broadcasts. Every decision is judged. Every mistake is punished. Every rule hides a trap. And every corner conceals something that should never exist. The Knights of Favonius are searching for something they refuse to name. The Geo Archon's statues whisper in the dead of night. The Raiden Shogun has not left Tenshukaku for years. And deep within the darkness... The Seven Statues of The Seven are changing. Cracks spread across their stone faces. Their eyes slowly open. Their lips begin to move. And if you listen carefully— Very carefully— You can hear it. A faint sound echoing across all of Teyvat. A sound that should be impossible. The Seven Gods Statue... She's crying. And whatever made a god weep... is already looking at you.

My name is Qin Luo, and I have entered this urban novel that combines various Dragon King plots. At the beginning, you get a "Strongest Lackey System". You can become stronger as long as you keep doing the things of a Lackey. What else can be done? Choose to become the personal follower of Su Muwan, the ultimate villain. Provoke all kinds of destined people, seize opportunities, and commit all kinds of evil. You ask me who is the person behind this? Humph! You don’t deserve to know my lady’s name! *SLAP* ************************ This story is super funny and I wanted to share it, I will translate this story over 240 chapters if you like it, tell me! (Brainless cool writing + abstract epileptic writing) English is not my first Language

The story of Norman Arthur Afton who accidentally stepped into the magical side of the word. The story starts in 1992 just after the melancholic 11th birthday of his. His life is quite sad and dull ever since his little sister disappeared a few months ago. His father didn't take it too well, he became overly protective of him, while he also started to neglected his older brother Michael. Norman had already noticed how his father was not the same ever since his mom died, his sisters' disappearance just amplified his grief. He rarely saw him nowadays, since he just locks away himself in his workshop and doesn't allow anyone in. This is an AU, somethings may not be really accurate to the original materials, but I will try to keep the story somewhat consistent. The really obvious deviation is the 10 year shift in time periods. While this may be controversial I like it personally especially since the FNAF timeline is messy at best while the Harry Potter timeline is pretty well documented and straight forward. Hello this is my second story, if you read my first one don't worry I will continue that as well, I just had a really stubborn idea that I wanted to practice with to make my story writing skills better. As always I hope you will enjoy this story I wrote most of it based on an old comic me and old friend used to draw in our free time.

Su Mo travels through the world of the gods and inadvertently obtains a succubus lineage that can be upgraded infinitely. On the surface, Su Mo is an ordinary count in the human realm, but secretly, thanks to his succubus bloodline, he has become an immensely powerful demonic god in just over ten years. His greatest pleasure lies in teasing the little succubus, and occasionally, one or two angels descend from the heavens, causing even the goddess of the sky to become infuriated. The days are fulfilling and enjoyable. During this time, numerous friends from the Blue Star have ventured into the world of the gods. Some have become the "protagonists," while others have become the "villains," initiating clashes between the two. Su Mo is taken aback when he realizes that he, too, is one of the "villains," but due to a time-travel accident, he finds himself twenty years ahead of the others. "What happened? Have I turned into a demon? Are you turning me into a villain?" Su Mo ponders. As Su Mo resolves to embrace his role as a true villain, countless main characters recoil in fear... . This is one of the few Chinese books I've read and found enjoyable. From what I remember, I didn't come across any racist remarks, apart from the outdated division between the East and the West. The story is not mine; I'm just translating and posting it on this website.

Izuku Midoriya was never meant to be ordinary. After a mysterious meeting at a bar, he's granted access to abilities beyond quirks, Izuku begins a path that rapidly pulls him out of the world’s expectations—and into its blind spots. To the public, his quirk is simple Evolution. A convenient explanation. A lie that keeps attention away from what he is truly becoming. This Novel has been FINISHED! New readers, get ready to enjoy nearly 100k words in 10 chapters :) Note: Small Harem but it's actually written well. Many thanks to @Bronz_Deck for creating the Chaos Gacha. Go check out his novels on Webnovel as well.

You know, after getting hit by a truck, the last thing you expect is to start playing a gacha for superpowers. Chaos Gacha sourced from Bronz_Deck.

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!