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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.

This young man in his early life as a teenager is considered to be a talent born once every century. A modern Shakespeare. Highly regarded by thousands of people all around the globe with his tear-jerking creations of love story that will make men and women cry. In short, a genius. But everyone knew of his true nature. Despite being awarded countless awards as one of the best romance author in the whole world, he's... clueless. Everything about love. His cold demeanor and a stone cold face shows no signs of attractions or feelings to anyone. He doesn't feel any attraction to anyone. Now, he enters the first years of his high school life. Several interesting characters entered his life in which fate clearly planned to. Will he be able to feel the feelings of the character he writes in his novels or will he just be the same old, cold and heartless, 'Void Writer'? AUTHOR'S NOTE: As much as I'd like to reference real books in the real world in this story, I'm afraid that I cannot since there's copyrights and licensing protecting those things. And I'm not going to risk it. So that's why most of the books in this story will be made up by me.

Arc One Complete. *** Everyone else capped at 20. 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!

Web novel writer Jin Han-sol, who had an unfortunate accident on a trip to England to clear his head, said, “This is… Big Ben?” When I opened my eyes, I found myself in the middle of the British Empire of the 19th century, where romance, literature, and racism breathed! You have to survive somehow, from the dockworker to the rich maid to the babysitter! The opportunity that came to him who had worked so hard that his feet were sweating, “Teacher! No, author! I’m glad to see you now!!” “…… You’re a writer?” “He’s the best writer of novels in London right now.” That chance, a fiction writer? At this time, the writing of the Great Moon, which will change the world with a single pen, begins to give cider to the bastards of the British Empire! _________ Release Schedule: 3 Chapters on Wednesday and 4 Chapters on Sunday

Lu Shi returned to the British Isles in 1900 and inadvertently swept through the literary world, simultaneously leaving behind the proverb: "In the aspect of treating others, Great Britain has always been inappropriate." In the generations to come, the British people often recall this with deep emotion, pondering what kind of international spirit could make a Chinese person so deeply troubled by Great Britain, leaving behind such a prophecy...

"No" a daily worker lost his job as a delivery boy. An uncle suggested he should write books as he had a good knowledge of English. He searched through the internet to find the most secure way to get a writings career. A friend of his named Fa suggested him to write on webnovel that can provide him with a secured monthly income which was enough to support his current life. A new web novel writer who wanted to write a good story to get paid. He did not have had any job or any other method to earn money. Even he didn't have any money in his bank account only a broken down phone and an old desktop in his possession. Lastly, he didn't have any idea what he was going to write. He asked his friend what should he write he doesn't have much grammatical knowledge. His friend advises him to write anything that is readable and should have a good storyline. "No" buys a pen to write the draft of the story he was about to write on paper. But the thing was that he was not just writing in his paper but writing the fate of the great heroes and villains in other dimensions. The pen bound him to write and dictate the stories he had written to the great or else he can't go out of a domain that trapped him by that pen. Backing way means death what can he do. He writes and writes until he finishes a story to tell the great one. The stories are so chaotic that they never made sense. Whatever now he can get his freedom and lay on his chair to sip on some juice and forget about all the things that previously happened to him. Who is the great one? What does he want? But the pen wouldn't let him leave that easily. After all, it's bounded to him. When he was relaxing the pen was grinning at him from the sideline. " There's a lot left to come, just enjoy this moment "

After a reenactment weekend, Goose Tucker inadvertently brings home Civil War soldier Jefferson Eaves’ diary and is shocked to discover Jefferson’s spirit has come along, too.<br><br>Through the diary, Jefferson tells Goose about his true love, Calvin, who was a former slave who fought for the Union. With no record of Calvin’s death or service found, Goose figures Jefferson might not want to cross over until Calvin receives due recognition.<br><br>Jefferson also speaks of an acorn planted as a sign of commitment to their future. When reenactment leader Patrick O’Hanlon calls looking for the diary, he tells Goose about his plans to return down south to protest the chopping down of an old oak tree. Is this the tree that grew from Calvin and Jefferson’s acorn?<br><br>Goose, with Jefferson in tow, decides to go with Patrick to find out. What happens between the four men once there is a lesson in healing and love.

The Unquiet Life of a Webnovel Writer Jennifer is 40, tired, and ready for a quiet life. But one Saturday afternoon, her landlady asks, “Do you believe we are all products of someone else’s stories?” Suddenly, every unfinished wish-fulfillment fantasy Jennifer ever published starts moving into her apartment building. An 18-year-old stud of an alpha werewolf? Nah, his Alpha Dad is definitely hotter. A golden-haired prince on a white horse? Wth, why was the horse in her lobby? And she distinctly remembers writing him a tsundere Duke of an Uncle. Now the world is bending to accommodate her webnovels. “Why are all of you here, and why are you so inconvenient?” And out of the blue, her childhood friend—older, wiser, and back from abroad—wants to pick up where they left off decades ago. “I’m very sure I didn’t write you.” Oh, and the alien invasion outside her building? Yeah, she shouldn't have started the sci-fi LitRPG. Now the world is about to end. Jennifer is very, very sorry. Author’s Notice Regarding Narrative Deviations This is a formal notice to inform all readers that the current story has deviated significantly from its originally stated premise. The initial scope of the work included, but was not limited to: • Alpha werewolves requiring pack management • Interpersonal dynamics within supernatural hierarchies • The occasional prince dropping out of college Said scope did not include: • Extraterrestrial involvement • Global-scale invasions • Alien roaches of any size or classification The author acknowledges that such developments may be unexpected. An apology is hereby issued for any confusion, emotional distress, or genre whiplash caused by these unforeseen circumstances. In response to anticipated inquiries: Q: “How were these events unforeseen? Aren’t you the author?” A: The author maintains that she is, to the best of her knowledge, the author. However, narrative control appears to be, at present, a collaborative and loosely regulated process. Characters have demonstrated a tendency to: • Act independently • Escalate situations without approval • Introduce plot elements of questionable necessity (see: alien roach invasion) Readers are therefore advised that: 1. The narrative may continue to evolve unpredictably. 2. Genre boundaries are to be considered flexible. 3. Any resemblance to a “cosy romcom” is purely coincidental at this stage. By continuing, readers agree to accept the story in its current form, including all action, sci-fi elements, romantic developments, dramatic turns, and general chaos. Thank you for your understanding. — katisnow (provisionally in control) Footnotes [1] For readers seeking narratives that are marginally more well-behaved, you may refer to the author’s other works. While no guarantees are made, some stories have thus far refrained from introducing alien species without prior notice. [2] “Well-behaved” is a relative term and may still include emotional damage, questionable life choices, and dramatic plot twists. [3] The author accepts no responsibility if said “better-behaved” stories also spiral unexpectedly. Historical precedent suggests this is a non-zero possibility.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.

One day, a strange hand suddenly appeared inside Chi Wan’s interdimensional space. Its owner claimed to be living in the apocalypse—starving, desperate—and begged to trade anything he had for food. Chi Wan stared at the pile of Imperial Green jade, oversized diamonds, and dozens of kilograms of gold bars he offered… and fell into deep thought. …Wasn’t this a little too profitable? From then on, her connection to the apocalypse only grew stronger. The mysterious man—who turned out to be a powerful figure—used his Wood Ability to help her revive rare orchids, cultivate endangered plants, and even harvest zombie crystal cores for the country. As for Chi Wan? She only had three responsibilities: feed him, feed him, and keep feeding him. Somehow, without realizing it, a group of extraordinary men began to gather around her: A genius research scientist. An aloof, abstinent CEO. A cold and ruthless Soldier King… In front of Chi Wan, they were gentle, attentive, and impeccably polite—each trying to outshine the others. Behind her back? They were one step away from tearing each other apart. Meanwhile, on the other side of the spatial link… The so-called King of the Apocalypse clenched his teeth in silence as he listened to these men compete for her attention. As for Chi Wan? “I’m busy getting rich and supporting my family,” she said calmly. “A battle royale of suitors? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Until one day— An absurdly handsome man appeared at the gates of her villa… carrying a sack filled with gold and jewels. “I’m here to marry into your family,” he declared. Chi Wan glanced at him, then at the newly connected wasteland world inside her space… …and once again fell into deep thought.