successful parenting stories

Li Xingwan had transmigrated into a book, becoming a D-list celebrity scandal-ridden and already married. Her husband was a bad omen. Rumor had it, he was a poor and elderly man with hemiplegia. Not only that, she also had to play stepmother. In effect, Li Xingwan was just like a widow. Regarding these rumors, Li Xingwan herself remained silent. The clamoring on the internet grew more intense. "That person who appeared on screen just now, couldn't have been a woman taking care of her hemiplegic husband, could she?" "And what about that ugly freak of a stepson?" "Won't this family put on some sort of tragic drama in front of the camera?" "Li Xingwan, she's just shameless. For money, she'd even marry a hemiplegic." But... As the camera panned, who was that cold and abstinent Buddha's Disciple? And who was that soft, adorable little bun?! Ahhh! I'm going crazy!!

After an unexpected awakening, Naomi Kenway discovered she was the villainous supporting female character in a book. She took her son to participate in a parent-child variety show, only to become the heroine's complete foil. The heroine, a hardworking and kind stepmother in a wealthy family, became an internet sensation with her close partnership with her stepson. Meanwhile, Naomi Kenway was lazy and selfish. Not only did she neglect her child, leaving him unkempt, but she was also doxxed by the entire internet for casually hitting and scolding him, earning the title of "the most malicious mother in history." After the variety show ended, Naomi Kenway was forced to divorce her wealthy husband and ended up living under a bridge. Her own son, due to childhood trauma, developed depression and committed suicide by jumping off a building in the prime of his life at eighteen. To prevent this tragedy from happening, she decided to strive desperately to be a good mother. During the recording of "My Super Mom": In a cooking competition, while everyone praised the heroine's delicious braised pork, Naomi Kenway glanced at it and calmly said, "Excessive fat intake is not good for a child's digestion." She then handed her son a nutritious meal, perfect in color, aroma, and taste, that she had practiced making for days. In a boating competition, the heroine took beautiful selfies with her stepson and posted them on Weibo. Naomi Kenway, because her son mentioned wanting to eat seafood, spent the entire afternoon diving into the sea to catch some. ... Some netizens questioned that Naomi Kenway was putting on too much of a show, using her son as a pitiable tool to build up her persona. But they were soon countered by the "pitiable tool" himself: "My mom is the best mom in the world!" Only then did the netizens realize that the introverted and sensitive little boy had gradually become cheerful and lively. Regarding Naomi Kenway's transformation, the other guests complained endlessly. They had originally come to enjoy life, but now they had to wake up at five every morning to cook for their children, or else they would be unfavorably compared to her by netizens. In response, the guests all shouted at Naomi Kenway: "Please stop being so competitive!"

What does it feel like to take the young prince who has traveled through a thousand years of time on a parent-child variety show? Mu Ran says: It feels great. The child doesn't need much care. And he can help me clear my name. Before the variety show aired: [I still vividly remember the scene where she yelled at my brother on set!] [Haha, the director team is impressive for inviting this ancestor. Hope her yelling won't constantly flood the live stream!] [Is she even fit to bring a child? Is she here to present a negative example?] ...... After the variety show aired: [Director Mu, you are my god!] [Wuwuwu, the little guy is so well-behaved and handsome, I can't tell if he's my internet son or my internet husband.] [You beasts, all coveting the little guy. I'm different, Director Mu, please marry me, I love you ahhhhh!!] ...... Mu Ran scrolls through Weibo and likes a friend's post, appreciating her courage to propose. A certain man sees this and says sourly, "Stop thinking about others. You can only be my wife, we have the red marriage certificate, legally protected." Mu Ran rolls her eyes. It's enough that the Empress sent the little angel child here. How could she also send a man over? Truly... Happy.

Entry 1, year who-knows, location unknown. Dear Diary, Calamity struck. Aeons passed and I'm back. Hoooorayyyy!!! With barely anyone remembering history, not mine, not theirs. Information's gone to... you know where. When I left, the realms were at war. Know what? They still are. Soothing and very welcome circumstances. My playground. Nice for seclusion, I tell you. Yet... peace and quiet hate me to the bone. Know about parenting? As if you would. Yes, me neither. Of all magic in the world, nothing hides from my eyes. But this...? It's magic of another kind. Unknown, clingy, dangerous, possessive, fuzzy... screamy and dirty. Calamity never comes alone. In pairs it does, but fluffy? Don't laugh. Not that you ever will, but just don't. I've been summoned. No Grand Mage, no absolute villain, no mastermind seeking destruction or whatnot. No. It was... a youth. Or rather, it wasn't even a youth. It was less. Yet the less stuck, dammit all! ---------------------------------------------------------- Black_Pot greets you! This story is mostly about parenting in realms riddled with war. About an invincible father figure that is as much of a helpless worry-wart as he is a disaster to his surroundings. And a baby, future calamity in the making! Discover how they change the world together, uproot the old and welcome the new! This story features some changes in POVs down the line.

Nothing would have prepared Rhiannon Clark for what she was about to witness on that fateful night. "Why are you asking me why? Isn’t it obvious or should I tell you?” Kaylee asked. Her stepsister’s word hit her like a brick making her world spin in circles, unable to believe her eyes as she tasted the face of betrayal from the two closest people in her life. she stared up at her fiancées face, silently hoping he’d step up to her and tell her all this was all but a prank. He not only did not even look at her but also sneered and showed him his true face. They locked her up in the house and set it on fire. “Help me...” came the faint whisper as she looked up at the man towering above her. “Anyt... I’ll give anything in return...please...” She passed out. "Sir, what should we do?" the driver asked. The man who had been seated at the back seat got out of the car and walked towards her. "Don't regret what you have said when you wake up!" Rhiannon Sander had to keep her word as she vowed to make the scumbags regret everything they did to her!

Strange talk, a strange thing that uses cognition as food, information as weapon, and information as currency. They are neither living nor dead, existing in the lore of men, living in the shadows of the world. "Does this mean that I will become a monster?" In ancient times, they were worshiped as gods and powerful according to their beliefs. "Then I am a god!" In ancient times, they were feared as monsters and fed on fear. "I will become the master of ghost stories!" But under the scouring of the times, they gradually disappeared, leaving only paragraphs of texts that were regarded as nonsense. "It is my duty to recast the glory of the ghost story." But you are not a ghost story, um, not a human being either. "Well, it's considered a success if you become a monster." (china novel not mine. repost)

it was a pain full story and last was a very impressive

I woke up in the body of a villainess destined to die miserably—the adopted heiress about to be disowned for a crime she didn’t commit. But I have two advantages the original Cassandra never had: I’ve read this novel before. And a mysterious System just offered me impossible paths to success. They call me a villain? Perfect. I’ll be the villain who conquers the world. With an Angelic Voice, songs from another universe no one here has heard, and pure determination, I’ll completely rewrite my destiny—one viral hit at a time. The protagonist can collect his harem. I’ll build my empire. After all, revenge isn’t a dish served cold. It’s served on stages, with millions watching.

At a team-building event with my colleagues, we played Truth or Dare. I was dared to call the contact I have pinned on WeChat to borrow money. Bracing myself, I made a WeChat video call. On the other end, a close-up of my boss's face appeared. "Um, could you lend me some money?" I asked sheepishly. "Hmm? Don’t you have all the money?" My boss’s voice was a deep baritone, as if he’d just woken up. My colleagues stared at me, utterly stunned. Me: ...You guys, let me explain! My boss’s next words hammered the final nail in my coffin: "It’s tiring to look after the kid. How do you plan to reward me?" Damn it! The more I try to clear my name, the worse it gets!

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"