Chord Imagination

My adopted sister won the Elixir Challenge by stealing my potion. To her shock, she was informed that the event was a selection event for the future wife of the Serpentkins' future head—the same heir who was infamously impotent, barbaric, and hideous. When the Serpentkins sent over a proposal letter, demanding her hand in marriage, my fiance panicked and promptly took my adopted sister away for a quick marriage and even consummated. Once the deed was done, she returned triumphantly, showing off the mark on her lower back. "Well, what are you going to do now, Winnie?" she gloated. "Your fiance is mine now, and you'll be twenty-five in three days. If no one comes to pick you up, you'll just be dumped into the hands of some wife-beating Rogue who is ageing and unwanted…" Actually, she was wrong—I had a choice. I went to the parlor where my parents—who were busy fixing the mess my adopted sister made—were, announcing, "If she refuses to marry the future head of the Serpentkins, I will!"

I become unemployed when I'm four months pregnant, and my husband asks that we become independent of each other in our marriage. We manage our own finances and pay for our own expenses. Even when I'm suffering from major blood loss during labor, he's unwilling to pay to save my life. My child and I both lose our lives. When I open my eyes, I find that I'm back to the day my husband asks that we become independent of each other. I readily agree. What he doesn't know is that I can morph into a seahorse and transfer the baby to his body so he can carry it to term.

On our first wedding anniversary, my husband came home with a woman who was six months pregnant. He introduced her as his cousin, someone who had fallen on hard times, and asked me to take care of her. I was just about to agree when fragments of imaginary commentary floated through my mind: [She's just my 'cousin'. Uh-uh, that's a cliche.] [Poor supporting female character! A maid by day, the husband's bedwarmer by night.] [But she totally deserved it! If she hadn't broken up the main couple, they'd have a whole soccer team of kids by now!] Wait—what? Supporting female character? Me? And what's this about breaking them up? So now these two get to cheat under my roof, and somehow I'm the villain? Before I could process it all, my husband was already dragging her luggage inside. "Alice doesn't like fried food," he said matter-of-factly. "And nothing too salty or spicy. Make sure you keep that in mind when you're cooking. "Oh, and pregnant women love sweets. Go out now and buy a cherry cake. The one from that bakery in the suburbs."

In the second year of our marriage, my husband cheated on me with his first love and even had the audacity to ask me to step aside. So, I activated the system and made the two lovebirds swap bodies. Now, I couldn't wait to see if the husband burdened with a massive debt in place of his dream girl, and the dream girl waking up to a fortune overnight, could still maintain the “unbreakable love” they claimed to have.

Amelia Hutton, an 18-year-old with a captivating charm, exudes an effervescent brightness that draws people towards her. A girl whose heart is a sanctuary for love, her family occupies the topmost rung in her priorities. In the tender embrace of her familial bonds, her elder brother Jonathan emerges as a formidable protector, his love for her an unshakable foundation. But life takes an unexpected turn when Amelia crosses paths with Gabriel Hamilton, a man whose mere presence exudes an aura of power and ruthlessness. With wealth beyond imagination at his disposal, he's not just a billionaire; he's a force of nature. Handsome as he is enigmatic, Gabriel's entrance into Amelia's world shatters her equilibrium. Yet, his intentions transcend mere curiosity. A dark obsession burgeons within him, a compulsion to possess Amelia, to draw her into his shadowy existence. His fixation on her grows like an insidious vine, weaving its tendrils around his thoughts until she's all he can see. Gabriel's heart is cloaked in darkness, a void he yearns to fill with her light. In this saga of love and power, innocence and darkness, the tale of Amelia and Gabriel emerges as a gripping narrative. Their destinies are intertwined, bound by a tumultuous journey that will test the limits of their hearts, challenging them to rise above the suffocating grip of obsession and claim their own fates.

*****"""""***** I was there looking into your life and your soul was always mine, but you were reluctant . This was an undeniable Twist of Fate that brought them together, even if they both belonged to two different worlds and were never meant to cross paths, which them got entangled into a series of lives and deaths, reincarnating to end that "Pact". EMERALD AZURE, a would be Alpha king who is not blessed with a 'Destined Mate' by Moon Gooddess, happens to come across an independent, University student SCARLET LOZENGE, who happen to be a weapon Designger and they both got into each other again . But what would happen when they would come to know the past that they shared ? Would Scarlet be able to forgive Emerald ? And Would Emerald be able to protect Scarlet ?? How long they are safe?. But what would happen when her true self is revealed?? Would they again be dancing as puppets in the hands of so called " Destiny" this time too ?? Or This time it's all about the choices they make ?? Whom would they both choose ??? .. .. their lives or the unspoken relationship...!!! *****"""""***** Stay tuned to find out the beautiful journey of reincarnation of these two people who found each other in different Eras and time intervals due to series of twists and turns. ****""""**** [ Note: The cover credit goes to rightful owner. Cover picture is taken from Google and Editing has been done solely by me.] This story is purely a work of my imagination and any resemblance of characters or incidents is just a pure coincidence. ****""""**** Instagram : pooja.bansal.92560 ****""""****

My dad was a zombie. My mom? Even scarier. She was an uber-powerful mutant. At the crack of dawn, she was already yelling, "Derick Olson! Don't make me come over there! What kind of zombie are you? Glued to your headphones all day—are those audiobooks really that captivating?" I rolled over in bed and promptly fell right off. Scrambling to my feet, I started tidying up my room in a flash, terrified she might actually make good on her threat. "Look at Mr. Hoffman next door," she hollered. "He roams the streets day and night, probably gobbled up more brains than you've read books!"

My roommate had a peculiar knack for pestering everyone into liking her posts on social media, all so she could collect enough likes to claim some prize or another. It was her way of life—nagging, nudging, and guilting us into clicking that little thumbs-up. One time, the campus beauty queen liked my roommate's ad for a facial mask. Not long after, she was in a horrific car accident. The vehicle caught fire, and her face suffered severe burns, leaving her disfigured beyond recognition. Meanwhile, my roommate seemed to undergo a miraculous transformation, her complexion turning porcelain fair and flawless as though she'd been kissed by the heavens. Then there was the academic prodigy, a shoe-in for graduate school, who liked her tutoring service post. Shortly after, he was exposed for academic fraud, and his once-brilliant reputation was reduced to ashes. Strangely enough, my roommate's research paper suddenly won an award, catapulting her to fame and fortune. And me? I fell into her trap too. I liked her rental agency ad, and before I knew it, my world crumbled. A scandal erupted, revealing that I was the result of a mix-up at birth. It turned out she was the long-lost child of wealth and privilege—a hidden gem cast into the rough, now reclaimed by her rightful family. As for me, I was packed off to the countryside village she had escaped from and forced into a brutal marriage with an old man. My life became a living hell, and eventually, I died there, broken and forgotten. But fate wasn't done with me yet. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day my roommate begged me to like her post in exchange for yet another prize.

My best friend is bound to a trade system—she can force a swap with me three times. At 13, she takes my heart. At 18, she takes my SAT scores. And now, for the final swap, she wants my entire identity. I hide under the covers, unable to hold back a laugh. My villa is rented, and my family background is totally fake. Go ahead, bestie. Swap away! This time, I really hope you don't hold back.

I was the Peacock Princess. On the day I came of age, suitors from every corner of the clan gathered, all eager to win my hand. I chose Silvan, the noble Green Peacock, believing him to be the finest of them all. But after our marriage, I gave birth to a third-tier White Peacock. When Silvan saw the child, his face twisted with fury. He snatched the baby from my arms, killing it in one brutal motion. In his rage, he attacked me, ripping me apart from neck to feather, and tossed my remains to the wild beasts for their feast. Meanwhile, my elder sister, who married a second-tier Blue Peacock, gave birth to a rare and magnificent Purple Peacock. Her husband was crowned the new King of All Birds because of their child. But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I had first chosen Silvan. This time, he publicly rejected me, turning to my sister instead, convinced that marrying her would bring him the coveted Purple Peacock. I knew then that he had also been reborn. He believed he could change his fate and father a Purple Peacock with her. But in this lifetime, he wouldn't even be able to produce the humblest Black Peacock.