Its A Wonderful Sleep Story

Love Has its Will

The two-year marriage contract expired. Brandon Cassel threw the divorce papers in front of Savanna. Touching her one-month pregnant belly, Savanna asked, "Do you really want a divorce?" "Winnie saved my life. She's back. I have to keep my promise to her." He only remembered that Winnie saved him. What he didn't know was that she, Savanna, had donated a kidney when his life was at stake. Savanna took the divorce paper and left quietly. Two months later, he found her and angrily questioned: "Is this my baby?" "No." Savanna was dead inside. On the day of her wedding ceremony with another man, a car accident took her life. Brandon hugged her cold body and cried bitterly, repenting, his black hair turning white inch by inch. Years later, Brandon, suffering from depression, went to hospital. Savanna, with her daughter, were there at the Same time. They came across each other.

Selena Lewis · Urban

While Others Cultivate, I LVL UP In My Sleep Using The Dungeon System

It all began with a poor orphan who would work every day for long hours to pay for his Aunt's medical bills. When his life begins to fall apart and he is homeless sleeping in an alleyway he hears a robotic voice. {Do you wish to integrate with the Dungeon System} "Yes" he answers, without much to lose. And from then his life had never been the same. He was taken into a dungeon each night to hunt and he began to realise just how little he really knew about the world that was much wider than he thought. Discord Server: https://discord.gg/TtnGfdKanr Note: I do not own cover art

Adam_A · Fantasy

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

man_of_culture3030 · Fantasy

Transmigrated Girl's Wonderful Life

the daughter of the chemistry department's genius bo dai who had transmigrated to the rank 3 assistant minister his zither never expected that his life after transcending worlds would be like this brilliant originally because of his lack of talent and virtue he had been forced to end the engagement however after his soul had changed hands he had become the target of all the young masters of the capital during the ceremony he came before her after hiding for six years and suffering from a serious illness his face had been ruined because of a battle she quirked her brows in ridicule master hou sure knows that your hopes are slim but he still strives to fight he truly loves me dearly he nodded his head miss bai's fate can dissolve the calamity that this marquis encountered it is a perfect match for this marquis this marquis naturally falls in love with you at first sight

Xia Chu Nuan Sheng · History

Sleep Tight, Honey

Mimpi yang aneh mendatangi Honey di sebuah malam yang dingin. Membuatnya bertemu dengan sesosok mahluk misterius dengan wajah rupawan yang mengaku sebagai seorang vampir. Dia pikir bunga tidur itu akan berlalu begitu dirinya membuka mata. Namun siapa sangka, mahluk itu malah mengikutinya ke alam nyata. Menawarkan pertemanan yang tak biasa di antara mereka. Namun itu baru permulaan. Karena setelah si vampir yang bernama Night itu hadir, banyak hal tak terduga dan tak masuk akal yang mulai terjadi di kehidupan Honey. Membuatnya harus berjuang mati-matian untuk sebuah misi rahasia yang dibawa oleh Night. Misi rahasia seperti apa? Temukan jawabannya di dalam cerita.

Putri_Andina_7944 · Fantasy

its a wonderful sleep story

Love Has its Will

While Others Cultivate, I LVL UP In My Sleep Using The Dungeon System

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

Transmigrated Girl's Wonderful Life

Sleep Tight, Honey

I accidentally married a "CEO"

Bringing the Nation's Husband Home

Full Marks Hidden Marriage: Pick Up a Son, Get a Free Husband

Bambi and the Duke

My Loyal Husband After Our Divorce

Chang 'an Qing

The reborn middle class

I'm just a passing soul master

As a wife, I don't speak

I became the senior sister of the old heavenly master