The Rise of Xueyue
"What do you want from me?" "Everything. Your soul, your body, your heart, but above all, I want you. Come to me, and you will be sheltered from every storm and hurricane that might come our way." - - - - - Like every pitiful protagonist, Xueyue's life was riddled with unfortunate events. An aloof birth mother? Check. A crazy father? Check. An older sister with a superior complex?Double-check! Through a twist of unfortunate events, Xueyue was sentenced to death by beating. And no, she did not reincarnate to a better life. Offered the opportunity to have a new identity, Xueyue eventually found herself colliding paths with a mischievous and fearsome, but devilishly handsome Commander who'd stop at nothing to acquire her heart. Will he succeed in doing so? Sly. Vicious. Ruthless. The very whisper of his name was enough for soldiers to abandon their weapon and armor in the battlefield. Yet, this merciless Commander found himself on wits-end with a sharp-tongued woman that turned his entire world into beautiful chaos. Many say love is a fleeting emotion, but to them, love is a constant devotion. - - - - - [WARNING: THERE IS MATURE CONTENT IN THIS STORY.] Note: This is an ORIGINAL story, and not a translation. This book is found exclusively on webnovel.com. Please do not post it anywhere else. This book is 500+ chapters because it is a combination of the entire volume (4-5 books) in one! All rights reserved. Amazing Editors: Swaning, Ketaki, filledelisle Author's IG: @xincerely_author The book is found exclusively on webnovel.com. The cover is commissioned art, all rights belong to me and the artist, Lia Audelia.
Help The Tiger
Imperial Palace, Hanjian
Yu Zhen solemnly sat in his private study, surrounded by stacks of neatly organized documents. The woody scent of the black ink filled his nose with each stroke of the brush on the parchment. Light and fluid, he made no mistake in writing.
He sat within the spacious room whose walls were lined with circular bookshelves and small, meaningful pieces placed upon the panels.
From the clay horse he had sculpted as a child to the broken arrow which he preserved to remind him of his first perfect shot, everything was arranged to his desire.
This room was always known to be serene and quiet. No one dared to cause a ruckus in here, not even his advisor and right-hand woman.
The pleasant scent of eucalyptus with a hint of orange peel wafted in the air in the peaceful silence.
However, things were different beyond the doors leading to this tranquil paradise.