Bai Wei Novels & Stories

by antis. But Zhao Sean knows. Wang Leo is rare. He was the first most real person Zhao Sean had ever met, and Zhao Sean knows how real people are hard to come by.

They were absolutely beautiful, Capri could not help but call him with tears rolling down her cheeks to say thank you. Belle told her grandmother that Leo and Capri talked everyday and that they were so in love. Poor thing did not know the half of it. She just couldn’t help that Capri was back and her family in her eyes would finally be completed. They had their own plan of Capri having a baby and how Belle would be the perfect big sister. They even had a baby girls name picked out “Penelope Reign,” and her being spoiled just the way Belle was. If it was boy, Leo and capri were on their own.

Master Zha, you're really good at Taoist arts. Li Jianye was pleased because Master Zha was obviously better than Sarah Banta who had been invited by Li Yueying. He defeated her this time. After a pause, he said, "Master Zha, there's another thing I want to ask for your help."

Everyone then looked over and saw a man fuming with rage. His attire was that of fine silk and had an emblem of a tiger. His black hair was placed into a man bun, and he was of stout stature. His looks were a bit handsome but with a brutish look. “That’s Wang Mayou. He’s been betrothed to Princess Baihe since birth and is well known; he resides from the Easter Provenance.” One of the guests spoke to another who looked confused then the other smiled and nodded that he understood. Then shook his head like he was confused again.

Not only in Caihong, Wei Sihao's name is also quite well known in the mainland of Shamo and mainland Bingdao which is even located quite far from mainland Caihong. That was why, Wei Sihao had above 100% confidence in being able to defeat Feng Yaoshan's entourage when Liu Chang challenged him. Not only a challenge, Liu Chang has at least promised to deploy some of the Red Bat troops to help Wei Sihao's movement who intends to take control of the Bingdao mainland. Of course, Wei Sihao never expected that if he would meet a swordsman of the same level as him, or even that his enemy's strength was above him, he couldn't really guess.

Because Mo Zixiao received a call that he had something urgent to deal with in Country W, they came back overnight. "Christiano, did you find out something about uncle from Chief Bai today?" After coming out of the bathroom, Adeline got into the bed and asked Christiano. Christiano walked to her side and sat down. He frowned slightly and said, "No, Master Bai said that there was no surnamed Bai in the Bailin Citadel, not only now, but also not in the past!" He now felt as if someone had predicted what would happen now, and had already begun to arrange it.

Natalia "Out tonight?" Gail, my ride-or-die roommate, purred from the bathroom door of our dorm, giving me those puppy dog eyes she knew I couldn't resist. But resist I must. I was booked tonight, a date of the blind variety, with some faceless guy I'd met online. "Remember? Online guy. Serial killer enthusiast?" I reminded her. Gail’s dark hair was tied up in a bun, ready to hit the town or any frat party on the menu. She pouted, making her green eyes look all sad and shit.

he smiled widely. The only thing I got from that was that the tall piece of man meat was going to be staying with us and I've just been dumped, it's the best thing that could ever happen, I mean, just imagine waking up and walking into the bathroom to see him, shirtless, towel wrapped around his waist, exposing his v-line a little, the messy wet hair and the water sliding down his body. "Go say hi." Jonathan said, pulling me from my thoughts. My mum had already left and he was looking straight at me and him, "Okay." I said and began walking towards him, "Hi," I extended my arm, "I'm Jade."

His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light. King Valerian was the embodiment of a warrior king—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from muscle and discipline. His physique was built not by luxury but by centuries of battle, every line of his body honed like a weapon. Unlike most alphas, his skin bore a faint, icy pallor, a reflection of the frozen lands he ruled, and his long, silver-streaked black hair flowed like the northern winds he commanded. But it was his eyes that set him apart—piercing pale grey, almost white, glowing faintly with the eerie calm of a predator who didn’t need to snarl to be feared. Even in silence, Valerian commanded a room, a man of both chill