Novel Chinese Novels & Stories

Omyghad! Liu Ri gasp in astonishment. Her guts is right! She really transmigrated! Liu Ri . . . Jin Family . . . Zhao Chen Su . . . Jin Xiu Ran. Those names were the characters of the novel that she painstakingly read last night! Because the heroine has the same name as her, she was so happy that she stayed late just to read the whole story that she unknowingly slept and woke up in this world. So, she really transmigrated in a novel?

She clucked her tongue, smiling mockingly, “You forget…I share the same blood as her… like her, I have noble blood coursing through my veins.” Nicole leaned forward, “Everyone seems to forget this fact…every one of you looks down on me… underestimates me…” her smile turned deadly, “November isn’t the only one who’s gotten stronger…and smarter.” She straightened, “In fact, I’d like to show you what I got in my treasure hunting in China… very recently.” Jennie’s eyes narrowed. Eldric stood beside Jennie, his eyes watchful, “You went to steal fro-“

Fang Helun said, "Nonsense, this book was given to you by the Ming Dynasty. How did it become your book?" Su Hongbo said, "Professor Li, can I have a look?" "Yes, but this is the only existing one. You must be careful and not break it." Li Mintae said before carefully giving the book to Sun Hongbo. Su Hongbo flipped open the book gently and saw that the yellowish pages were filled with ancient Huaxia characters. "Professor Li, if this book came from your country, then why was it written in ancient Huaxia characters? Doesn't this mean that this book was given to you from Huaxia?"

It opens to the last page I left off, it's a story about an ancient Chinese imperial harem. I smile faintly. I've been obsessed with novels like these since I was a teenager. The way the concubines fought with words sharper than knives, their elegant silk gowns flowing like rivers as they bowed and schemed. The way they clawed for the emperor's favor with gentle smiles and hidden daggers. But I know I would never survive a world like that. I'm too emotional, too soft. If I were in their world, I'd probably be poisoned by tea before sunset.

" True but I am not that Suprised anymore since some children were born geniuses, Remember Little Red bean and Little Pudding the daughters of Huo Mian and Qin Chu from The Chinese novel, My youth began with him? " " Of course I do, I can never forget those two, Little Red bean is such a foodie and a charmer while little Pudding Is more of a listener than a talker. " " Yes, I think that's probably the longest novel I have read with approximately 4909 chapters. " " Hm, same here, the writer is a genius I must say but still my best book remains as Trial marriage husband by Passion Honey. " [ I am listening to Only Love by Jordan Smith. ]

Michelle admitted she'd harbored this dream before. Since the eighth grade, she'd been writing to earn her living expenses. Throughout, she contemplated future careers — editor, journalist, author, screenwriter — all tied to the realm of writing. When she initially chose to major in Chinese Literature, she was preparing for careers in these fields. In her heart, she believed she was destined to intertwine her life with words. Michelle Xia's precision with diction was universally acknowledged in the online novel community as truly outstanding. The spirited leaps between her lines were a rare find. In her world, her reputation rivaled that of Brandon Su.

She was the perfect embodiment of the phrase “can bend and can stretch.” “Great,” she muttered. “Like a frog squatting in a pit. What is this—Duan Yu and Miss Wang kicked into the well by Murong?” (The characters Duan Yu and Wang Yuyan are from the Chinese novel Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils.) Seeing her sit on the cold ground, Calvin couldn’t help but remember the time she sat cross-legged on the roadbed outside the prison. He started to wonder: was she really the refined, well-bred Clarke family young lady people said she was?

I already could imagine that I ask my question three days later and he says, “I don’t speak Chinese.” As much downcast I was, I knew I couldn’t do more at that point. I went to bed to get some sleep. In those three days, I decided to face those Hanzi signs again. I found some parts that were easier to translate, and I became more and more fascinated with Wang Jian’s life… or his “legend”. I told myself that I was reading it for the sake of my novel but the truth was, I was genuinely enjoying it. Furthermore, in those stories, Wang Jian didn’t seem like a villain at all…

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asked Zhuo Qianyun. "Is it the one with a red cover?" asked Sis Wei as she recalled. "Yes, the one with a red cover." "I saw Mr. Ye reading it this morning. Did Mr. Ye take it with him?" Sis Wei said. Zhuo Qianyun was immediately petrified. 'Ye Wenming was... reading that book? 'But the problem is... that book is a romance novel!' 'Ye Wenming was reading romance novels? Or is it because of something else?' Zhuo Qianyun did not know how to describe what she was feeling at the moment.