Radish Fiction Novels & Stories

Sir Adam recovered readily; and because lie was a soldier of quick wit, though young, he bowed, and raising his eyes to the wonderful vision, said, “As God lives! Roses bloom on the snow in Ketling's garden.” But Basira, courtesying, muttered to herself, “For some other nose than yours,” then she said very charmingly, “I beg you to come in.” She went forward herself, and rushing into the room where Sir Geswer was sitting with the rest of the company, cried, making reference to the red kontush of Sir Adam, “The red finch has come!” Then she sat at the table, put one hand into the other, and pursed her mouth in the style of a demure and strictly reared young lady.

I cursed out loud wailing at my pathetic fate of being a woman who was depicabely hated by everyone in the fanfic. I've written about the plot which I remember and I'm sure that's what happened until I transmigated into this world. So now, I need to gain trust of Eros and make him believe that I'm not going to stalk him anymore or do something psychotic as before. As soon as I came back from the school I rushed towards my desk grabbing a pen and paper to write about the plot I've read. I've written all the shitty things that Medusa did till now. Trust me she did enough bullshit for me to clean up.

Those beautiful yet sharp eyes regard me with the same intensity that they gave me in my dream. “Well, fuck.” I curse under my breath. * * * Dear Gentle Readers, any idea what on Earth is happening? Do tell your theories in the review/comment section. Thank you and stay safe! P.S. Clarabelle's story is called "Fuck You and All of Your Bullshits" and it is available here on GoodNovel.

"Jessica, you haven't been here in ages. She's the new college student who works at our shop—Lucy Lacher. Your husband recommended her." Then she turned toward the girl. "This is your sponsor's wife. Hurry and say hello." Lucy kept her eyes lowered, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "H-Hello." I couldn't help laughing. Wasn't she just flaunting herself moments ago, bragging about how someone pampered and spoiled her? Why was she shrinking into an ostrich now? Only then did I finally take the egg tarts she'd been holding out the entire time. I glanced down and frowned.

Sanctum of Flesh, Citadel of Eldros The doors sealed behind Lies with a heavy, moaning groan of ancient stone making her flinch. The sanctum pulsed with heat and silence—a silence thick enough to wrap around her thighs and crawl up between them. It wasn't just warm. The air was humid, saturated with something older than scent: magic steeped in lust, pressure, hunger. The walls themselves dripped faintly with condensation, like the stone was sweating in anticipation.

I believe my absence and the fact I stopped updating for a long period has made me lose my readers, no one is reading again and this is really painful. I've been trying to continue this novel but I have no motivation to do so, I thought I could just wrap it up before the end of this year, but I don't think that is possible again. I am really really sorry, I wish I could have prevented everything I went through, my readers are gone. R A D I S H is shutting down, and my books will be taking down by ending of the year. I will be leaving Goodnovel for now, but I will be trying other a p p s, you can also recommend to me. I don't mind. You can also check out my other book, "My Daughter's Nanny."

But he refused to believe it no matter how many times she told him or pointed it out. There was… stuff as far as the eye could see. Nails in baby-food jars, loops of rope, screws, hammers, sand-paper. There was a crab bushel full of electrical wire and it appeared to be severed at both ends. Both. Ends. What the fuck was that for? “This is not clean,” I whispered. “This is an episode of one of those shows about those deadbeat murderous people who hoard,” I growled.

Radix lifted the goblet in Chavias’s direction. Sloshing some of Chavias’s blood on his skinny, gnarled fingers and black nails. “Let’s see what secrets you’ve let up today.” Radix gulped the fluid down. So greedily that it ran down the corners of his mouth. Radix was heedless. Focused on the visions running behind his eyes. Chavias’s memories peeled through his mind. Images of Chavias laughing with his gold-haired friend. Or playfully sparring with the others. Then the world darkened into an endless stream of days in his miserable cell in the caves.