files hold memories

The first time she traveled abroad, she encountered the tragedy of a missing plane. When she woke up, she transformed from a sunny girl into a Young Madam! On the very first day after waking up, he tormented her for an entire night, and then he planned to steal her heart! How could there possibly be such good fortune in the world? She swore to escape from his grasp. "Young Master, the Young Madam has run away again..." "Damn it, launch a city-wide search within 24 hours!" He cornered her against the wall: "What exactly do you want?" "You're so disobedient. It seems I'll have to find a way to tie you to me forever..." He said mischievously, gently stroking her flat stomach. [The main text has been completed.]

The first meeting was at a small bar. A friend nudged his arm, smiling somewhat suggestively: A woman like Daisy Ginger should be kept in a vase, constantly admired, and toyed with at any moment. At that time, she seemed to be drunk and was persuaded by her friend to take to the dance floor and perform a dance. He propped up his face, watching the glamorous woman with casual indifference under the dazzling lights. Daisy Ginger. The name is spicy enough. The figure. Also spicy enough. * Banyan City’s young Master Wen, afflicted with a severe illness, was deemed by doctors at birth to not live past the age of thirty. He lived capriciously up to the age of twenty-five, never imagining he’d encounter such a dilemma in his lifetime—if he were to die, what would happen to the little demon at home who creates chaos and mischief without his protection, and ends up bringing harm upon herself when he’s no longer there to shield her?

"Gu Dai, I only married you to make Grandpa happy. If someone else had saved Grandpa, I would have married her just the same! Don't think too highly of yourself!" Throughout the three years of marriage, Gu Dai's husband insulted her on many occasions. She wouldn't have believed she was once pampered and wealthy if she hadn't suddenly regained her memory. Why did she willingly serve this man for three years? This man was even despicable enough to fall for another woman! The first thing Gu Dai did after regaining her memory was to get a divorce! Rumors spread throughout the capital that the girl from the slums was getting a divorce from Mr. Song! "Seriously? Isn't she a gold digger?" Everyone asked. "She's just playing hard to get. Do you think she can ever move on?" Mr. Song asked. Immediately after that, everybody discovered that Gu Dai had returned to the Gu family in the capital. She was now the young lady of the wealthiest family in town. It turned out that she was the young lady of the Gu family who had gone missing after a cruise ship accident happened three years ago! "Mr. Song, Ms. Gu is way out of your league," everyone said. "So what? She doesn't know how to plan for the future. Apart from money, she has nothing else," Mr. Song said. Not long after that, people began discovering Gu Dai's multiple identities. She was a bigshot hacker, a miracle doctor, the best designer in the country... She was everything Song Ling had been looking for. When they met again, he grabbed her and begged her with tears in his eyes. "Dai, I won't mind if you have feelings for others. Can you please let me stay by your side anyway?"

COMPLETED His business rivals drugged a cold-hearted and handsome CEO, and the medicine intoxicated his whole body. The only way to cure him is through sexual contact. He went to the hospital to have his antidote, and a young nursing student who substituted someone to save this mysterious man fell into his trap. The ordeal lasted for three nights in a row. The man disappeared like he never existed before. After how many years, while she gradually discovers the mystery of her father's death, they meet again. For four years, he barely slept through full nights, and he developed severe insomnia caused by the drug. Accidentally, he accused her of being a thief. He captured and imprisoned her; however, vague memories of the scent and woman's body that served him during his struggling moment keeps haunting him. The smell of her body is like magic, gradually calming his restless nerve and making him sleep. He possessed her immediately and promised not to let her go the time he laid his eyes on her. He discovered she is the same woman who had become his antidote that night, yet he concealed the truth because she strives to flee away from him. No wonder he got a sense of déjà vu when he first saw her and smelled her fragrance. No wonder he was so enamored by her and her body. It turns out that she's the woman he often dreams about, the first significant woman in his life. The woman he is longing for and his beautiful nightmare. He fell in love with her and does all means to make her his wife. She wanted her freedom, and she refused him several times. The painful memory of the past keeps haunting her, and she promised to take revenge on a man who assaulted her four years ago. Would she fall in love with the man who takes advantage of her that night? Does the mysterious man, love at first sight, will change their fate? How long could he stand against her hatred to win her trust and love? Special Note: If you are looking for a sweet contemporary-romance genre, this novel doesn't have that kind of plot. Most plots of my novel talk about mystery, suspense, and a slice of life. Often FL starts a slow pace of development, from weak to strong.

Su Qinglan sad med krydsede ben på græsset og holdt den mest buttede tigerunge, hun nogensinde havde set. “Nååh… Se nu dig,” hviskede hun og prikkede til dens lille næse. “Så sød, at jeg kunne spise dig...” En pludselig skygge tårnede sig op over hende. “Hvad er der så fantastisk ved denne stinkende unge?” spurgte en dyb, munter stemme. Hun blinkede op... og stivnede. Højt over hende stod en høj tiger-dyremand, hans gyldne øjne smalle i et dovent, rovdyragtigt smil. “Lad os få vores,” sagde han. Su Qinglans hjerne kortsluttede. … Vores? VORES?! Før hun kunne nå at bearbejde det, blev hun i næste øjeblik hejst op på hans brede skulder som en sæk korn og båret direkte mod hulen. Su Qinglan var så overrumplet af pludseligheden i det hele... at hun helt glemte at klage. *** Su Qinglans knæ slog mod hinanden, da hun stirrede op på den enorme slange. Dens kolde, røde øjne blev smalle, og dens tunge svippede ud for at smage på luften mellem dem. “S-Spis mig ikke,” stammede hun og krammede sig selv. “Jeg... jeg smager ikke godt... virkelig, jeg er senet og fuld af... øh... dårligt kolesterol.” Slangens hoved sænkede sig, til det kun var få centimeter fra hendes ansigt. Hendes ræveører spjættede vildt. Og så, før hun kunne nå at blinke... glimtede dens massive krop, skæl blev til solbrun hud og slanke muskler. Foran hende stod en mand så betagende smuk, at Su Qinglans stakkels ræveøjne løb i vand bare ved synet af ham. Su Qinglan sank en klump, og hendes hale buskede sig i panik. “Jeg... jeg...” Hendes stemme knækkede. Okay, nyt problem... slangen er hot. Hun klemte øjenene i. “Hvis du... hvis du virkelig vil...” røg det ud af hende, mens hendes ansigt brændte, “...s-så kan du... tage mig.” *** Det ene øjeblik kæmpede Su Qinglan mod zombiekongen af al sin magt. Bum! Det næste vågnede hun op i en bizar bæstverden... i kroppen på en doven, forkælet, fed lokal tyran, som alle hadede. Den “oprindelige” Su Qinglan havde været en arrogant, intrigant skurkinde, der brugte sine dage på at mobbe svagere beastkvinder, jage smukke hanner og terrorisere stammens børn. Nu, takket være skæbnens forskruede humor, havde Qinglan arvet kroppen og det dårlige rygte. Men helt ærligt? At være fed i en bæstverden var stadig bedre end at sulte i apokalypsen. Her kunne hun i det mindste spise. Det eneste problem? I denne verden var mænd ikke bare mænd, de var dyremænd. Høje, stærke, farlige... Og tilsyneladende blev enhver beastkvinde forventet at have flere ægtemænd. Hvad var hagen? Den “oprindelige” Qinglans narrestreger havde skræmt enhver anstændig han væk inden for en radius af ti mil. Bevæbnet med sine apokalyptiske overlevelsesinstinkter, en skarp tunge og et mystisk system, der pludselig blev aktiveret... "Binder til vært…" "Tillykke, vært, med din vellykkede ankomst til bæstverdenen." Qinglan besluttede, at hun ikke ville græde over skæbnen. Hvis hun skulle bo her, så ville hun leve stort, bogstaveligt talt.

When she discovered the reason Julian Sinclair adopted her, it marked the beginning of him pushing her into the abyss with his own hands. She was most afraid of being abandoned, yet in the end, she was abandoned by him. He was most afraid of losing control, yet time and again, he went crazy for her. Julian Sinclair: "Promise me, never trust anyone, including me."

In the shadow-soaked alleys of a city where memories are both currency and weapon, burned-out detective Maxwell Hartwell is known for his unique immunity to memory extraction, a trait that marks him as both an asset and an outcast. When enigmatic Elena Voss approaches him to investigate the murder of Victor Kane, a top memory trader renowned for his ruthless ambition, Max is drawn into a web of deceit that permeates the highest echelons of society. Max's investigation leads him deep into the underbelly of the memory trade, where human experiences are bought and sold to the highest bidder, altering personalities and histories at will. As he navigates this dangerous landscape, he's forced to contend with his former partner, Detective Sarah Lim, who walks a thin line between law enforcement and moral compromise. Throughout his journey, Max is aided by the Archivist, a secretive figure who trades in illicit memories, providing Max with information that cannot be obtained by conventional means. As Max delves deeper into the mystery, he uncovers a disturbing truth: Victor Kane's death is merely the surface of a much larger conspiracy that threatens to topple the precarious balance of power within the city. His investigation reveals a sinister plot to control the memory market, orchestrated by figures that blur the line between friend and foe. Haunted by fragments of his own inaccessible past, Max must navigate through layers of betrayal and manipulation, confronting painful truths about himself and those he once trusted. The closer he gets to solving the murder, the more entangled he becomes in a struggle for power that will define the future of memory itself. With the city on the brink of chaos, Max is faced with a choice that will not only determine his own fate but also the fate of a society where memories can be rewritten at will. As alliances shift and secrets are unearthed, Max must decide whether to continue protecting a world that has forsaken him or forge a new path that could lead to redemption—or ruin.

Nathaniel Adikusuma secara sembunyi- sembunyi menjalin hubungan dengan sesama pria sejak dirinya menempuh pendidikan di new york. Khawatir akan penolakan dari orang- orang terdekatnya ia pun menutupi jati dirinya tersebut. Sekembaliannya ke kampung halaman Nathan langsung dihadapkan dengan kedinginan keluarga yang memang sejak dulu dirasakannya. Hingga ia harus bertemu Maxime Nandara, sosok yang dikenalnya secara terpaksa hanya karena kesamaannya sebagai calon pewaris tahta. Nathan yang diharuskan orangtuanya untuk selalu bersikap ramah pun akhirnya tak dapat membendung kekesalannya pada Max yang mulai ikut campur dalam permasalah keluarga dan percintaannya. Semua bertambah rumit saat hubungan persahabatan dan cintanya yang saling membentur satu sama lain. Max yang seperti tak gentar untuk mendekatinya pun membuat hatinya sedikit goyah. Akankah Nathan akan tetap setia dengan Rian Fahreza, kekasihnya sejak awal itu? Ataukah pesona Max yang begitu dominant hingga malah bisa membuatnya berpaling? Ataukah Nathan lebih memilih menjadi anak baik dengan menikahi seorang gadis?!

Liang Weining rose to become a 'favorite' of Mr. Chen, the capital magnate of the Hong Kong Region, in just six months. The outside world said she climbed up by her beauty. No matter how good a vase might look, it can't escape being discarded once the owner grows tired of it. As such, everyone watched and waited. After three long years, they finally received news of Liang Weining's dismissal. While the entire upper circle thought Liang Weining had become history, nobody knew that on the eve of New Year's Eve, an entertainment reporter captured a romantic moment. In a black business car parked underneath the Zhonggang headquarters building, the backseat window was half-lowered, and Mr. Chen, who was always dignified and composed, unexpectedly lost control. In the mottled shadows, he grabbed the chin of a young girl and kissed her fiercely. The photos were exposed that same night, and a heavy snow fell over the Eastern Suburbs of Beijing. Inside the Mid-hill Villa, the fireplace blazed warmly. The man took the girl's soft, boneless hand from behind and guided her to write on the Xuan paper: Chen Jingyuan. "When will we go public?" he asked in a low voice. As soon as he'd finished speaking, the mobile phone screen lit up. The exclusive breaking news headline from the Hong Kong media flashed before their eyes again, and Liang Weining fretted over the news title, "Let's wait a bit longer." Chen Jingyuan's voice was slightly deep, "What are you worried about?" "My dad's blood pressure has been unstable lately." Years later, Mr. Chen gave an interview to the media, addressing personal issues. Reporter: "For you, what was the biggest obstacle in pursuing Mrs. Chen back then?" Mr. Chen paused for a few seconds, then smiled lightly, "My father-in-law's blood pressure." - High-ranking man X female secretary | 90% sweet | 8 years older.

In a world where silence is law and memory is forbidden, a masked boy returns from the dead with a forbidden Veilmark. Zephryn’s home was destroyed. His mother executed. The truth buried. Now, enrolled in the Harmonic Lyceum—a pulse-powered combat academy—he must gather his squad, unlock the truth behind the Fracture, and awaken what the world tried to forget. This is the flame that remembers. This is the child of Azurite.