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Faithzero

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She Is The Protagonist

She Is The Protagonist Disclaimer: I don’t own this book; it’s a translation by someone else, and I fell in love with it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do, and the way I’ve indulged in it. If you’d like to support me as well, you can visit my Ko-fi page: ko-fi.com/taro13755 “I add stuff while I’m writing, so if you like the original, don’t read what I changed — it’s for my own sanity, lol. I’ve decided to do it this way, and so far, I only post things I’ve finished.” Tang Han Qiu, the daughter of a ruthless business tycoon, had always been trapped — forced by an invisible hand to be the spiteful, vicious female supporting character. She was meant to sabotage the innocent female lead, chase a man she hated, and scheme endlessly. But she refused to continue her miserable fate. Reborn, free from the controlling force, she could finally decide for herself. No more chasing foolish men, no more ruining others’ lives. Then she met Yu Ru Bing — the superstar female lead, radiant and untouchable. And suddenly, Tang Han Qiu realized: maybe this time, she didn’t have to hate anyone… especially not her. Yu Ru Bing, now inhabiting the main heroine’s body, had her own plans. She had a system, a set of rules she was meant to follow — but she ignored it, gleefully trolling the system at every turn. Instead, she devoted herself to Tang Han Qiu in a way that was entirely unexpected, passionate, and personal. As the lines between obsession, admiration, and love blurred, one thing became clear: in this reborn life, they belonged to each other. A story of rebirth, defiance, and love, where the villain and the heroine collide — and neither will ever be the same again.

Faithzero · LGBT+
33 Chs

Her Bloom Isn’t Red Anymore 1

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace | Smut | Obsession | Erotic If you want to support me please go in my ko-fi.com/taro13755. It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies maybe more followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want. Some called me cursed. Broken. Unstable. But the truth is simpler. I’m blooming again — and they all feel it. They don’t love me. They remember me. They remember what I used to be — what I still am, underneath the silence. One of them burned me with just a kiss. One broke my spine with kindness. One slid her hand under my shirt like it was always hers. One cries when she touches me. One never speaks, but her eyes dig. One wants to keep me. One wants to ruin me. And one just wants to finish what we started. They think I’m choosing. I’m not. My body already did. And now the bloom inside me is turning darker. Wilder. No longer red. I used to be soft. Gentle. Human. Now I wake up wet from dreams I didn’t have. Bite marks on my neck. Moans caught in my throat. Static in my ears. I flinch at mirrors. I glow when the moon’s full. And every time one of them looks at me — really looks at me — I feel the thorns growing again. They don’t touch me gently. They don’t ask for permission. They take. They bite. They bury themselves in the cracks I didn’t know I left open. And I let them. Because they fed me love. They crowned me with lust. And now power is breaking everything that held me still. This isn’t a romance. It’s a hunger. A reckoning. A memory that never died — even when I did. Ten butterflies or more. Ten lovers or more. Ten or more reasons I’m becoming something else entirely. And I am the bloom. The chalice. The girl at the center of the storm, still moaning for more. Please be nice to me — I write this for fun and just go with whatever comes to mind. I’m not a professional writer, and I’m not planning to be. I just enjoy writing, especially slow pacing and dragging things out. Sometimes I confuse the reader by not explaining whether it’s the past, present, or current timeline. So, read at your own risk! If you want to continue supporting me please go at ko-fi.com/taro13755.

Faithzero · LGBT+
47 Chs