Fading Light Chinese Drama Novels & Stories

Those simple sentences kept echoing in Emmett's mind. All at once, it felt like he had been cursed. Those words echoed in his mind so much that a sharp pain spread across his forehead. The immense pain left him devoid of any strength. With a loud thud, his phone fell and slammed onto the table. Unfortunately, Emmett had tied the candlesticks with thin threads to ensure an even distance between each. One candlestick fell, pulling on the threads and causing the others to fall over, too. Hot flames spread onto the dead leaves and feathers on the ground. It then traveled toward the wooden dominoes.

The brothers were quick to comfort her, dabbing at her tears with tissues. Seeing how much they cared for her, I did not feel like arguing anymore. I went back to my room in silence, took down the drawing of the four of us that the brothers had made, and cut it up. Then, I found a lighter and watched as the picture turned to ash. Years of feelings disappeared with the flames. … I lay in bed, put in my earplugs, and blocked out the happy noise from outside. I soon drifted off into a deep sleep. It was the first time in a long while that I did not dream about the brothers.

The question remained suspended in the silence. What will you dream now? Liana stared at the Final Gate. Beyond it, the vast darkness that had once contained the First Dream was fading. The heartbeat came again. Weaker. Slower. Boom. The First Light flickered. A wave of golden energy passed through its body before fading into darkness. The ancient being dropped to one knee. "First Light!" Liana rushed toward it. But before she could reach it, the First Shadow collapsed.

"Does it hurt, Miss?" My eyes welled up. No one had ever asked me if I was in pain before, yet this boy did. Six months later. I held the examination report from the doctor. It said that my cancer cells were gradually decreasing. As long as I kept a good mood, took my medicine on time, and avoided feeling depressed at night, everything was possible. There were cases of cancer patients recovering. But not everyone could achieve that. I managed to. "Nina, where are you? Why aren't you at your stall today?" My phone buzzed. It was a message from Jack.

“It’s fine. Just throw it all away. Even if it isn’t disposable, it’ll still rot after three years.” It was just like Zach's love for me, which had faded away with time. After hanging up, I searched for my mother-in-law’s number. My head was already aching. She hated Ruby with a passion. If she found out her son had already registered his marriage with her, she would probably be furious enough to spit blood. I took a deep breath and transferred back the 800,000 dollars she had sent me. I silently counted to three in my head, and the phone rang.

Previously, I felt betrayed and hurt. The man who I thought I owed my life had now turned out to be the one ruining it. That thought made the pain worse. "The beautiful love which I felt from you has completely disappeared, Jihun. It completely has!" He chuckled darkly hearing me and with a smirk he stated, " Most things that disappear are beautiful! " ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

If I were still alive, I was sure my tears would be streaming down my face by now. 'Sebastian, there will never be another Crystal in this world. Will you ever mourn for me?' I mused bitterly. ... Alice had fully awakened now. And as if pulled by some invisible force, I found myself stuck at Sebastian's side and had no choice but to helplessly watch as he wrapped his arms around her and sang a song, Little Nightingale, from my hometown. I couldn't help but shout inwardly in frustration, "Your Southpark accent is awful!"

Everyone in high society whispered that Tristan Webster kept a tame, submissive trophy girlfriend on his arm. That image shattered at a yacht party when a newcomer pointed at me and asked the room, "Wait, isn't she the legendary woman who slept with Tristan's best friends in one night just to get back at him for cheating?" The room fell dead silent. Tristan's childhood friends sat around the poker table, their expressions unreadable. Tristan, however, simply swirled the wine in his glass and lounged against the leather sofa before casually beckoning me over. "Come here." I walked over without a word and lit his cigarette for him. "Sorry, she caused such a scene back then," he said smoo

"What did Florence do wrong? She was just trying to cheer you up. Can't you be more understanding?" "Cheer me up?" I chuckled as tears suddenly fell. "Cyrus, can't you see? Can't you see how upset I am? Can't you see all the needles and holes on my hand? Can't you see that I have lost so much weight? Right now, all you see is her, right?" I pointed at Florence with a trembling finger. "She's young, she's mischievous, she's kind. Then, what about me? Cyrus, I'm your wife. We have been married for five years. I'm the sick one here."

Her voice barely came out. “What did you do…?” The figure tilted their head. “You’ll find out soon enough.” Yichen stepped forward sharply. But before he could reach them— the lights flickered again. Stronger this time. Then— darkness. Total. A loud crash echoed. Footsteps. Running. Again. “Damn it!” Yichen’s voice cut through the dark. When the lights came back— the figure was gone. Again. Fang Jia stood frozen. Her breathing uneven. Her mind racing.