The One And Only Chinese Novel 소설 & 이야기

Raze said wiping her tears again. “Hey, sorry to bother you two,” Daemon said coming into the room. “Speaking of the devil,” Raze chuckled making her giggle. Daemon looked at them confused then shook his head, “Anyway, um, Little One ate five chicken nuggets and some fries and drank all her apple juice. Can she have that ice cream now?” “Chocolate chip cookie dough?” Raze asked and Daemon smirked. “Oh, she’s why that’s the only flavor you will eat,” He chuckled. “Go figure.”

It was only my imagination, they were all against me. I don't know about you, but I love reading Chinese novels as well as mangas. They transport me to a world were people reincarnate, where a second chance can be obtained, you can correct you mistake in your second life, you can even prevent injustice to happen since you have super powers or cheat like a magical ornament. There you're efforts are compensated. It's so idealistic, that is why I also read novels, be it historical, romantic or fantasy, they're my heaven. I escaped to this imaginaries world's, when I can't take it anymore. My best novels are " any duchess will do", throne of Glass" and "Jane Eyre", they're more realistic. But I

I gaze my whole body at the royal human mirror and spin my body around. What the fuck! What is this cloth? It looks like from ancient time in China! I don't remember wearing this before I d-die.... What the hell... Did I died but got reincarnated right away, but where.... Oh my! Is it in the novel of One thousand Years or Beautiful maniquin or Mi amoré.... I know, okay... I like that way... No twist, no killing... Just intimate moments and Funny moments.... As I continue spinning my body around but still complaining in my mind as what novel did I reincarnated with... A woman figure dash in my room, holding a tray full of medicine....

Gu Jiuci carefully examined Tong Yu and found that she seemed to be too self-abased. "Maybe it's not about your work. It's probably because you lack an opportunity." She didn't expect that the author of the popular novel "The Legend of Langya" in her previous life would have such an unknown period of time. "Senior, this novel suits my appetite just by listening to its name. Would you mind telling me the website? I want to have a look." "I have all the manuscripts here. If you want to read them, just take them and have a look."

What the fuck! What is this cloth? It looks like from ancient time in China! I don't remember wearing this before I d-die.... What the hell... Did I died but got reincarnated right away, but where.... Oh my! Is it in the novel of One thousand Years or Beautiful maniquin or Mi amoré.... I know, okay... I like that way... No twist, no killing... Just intimate moments and Funny moments.... As I continue spinning my body around but still complaining in my mind as what novel did I reincarnated with... A woman figure dash in my room, holding a tray full of medicine....

Behind me, Rome stayed near the entrance, watching quietly. “Do you like this one?” he suddenly asked. I turned slightly. He was pointing toward a specific book resting on one of the nearby shelves. I stepped closer and pulled it out carefully. My eyes widened slightly when I read the title. It was a novel written by Sun the Morning. A love story about the moon and the sun. A quiet memory surfaced inside my mind. I had read this before in my past life. The story had stayed with me for years because of how bittersweet and beautiful it had been.

I was that soft on the inside. I decided to ask him a little question of my own. “I have always wondered, how does it feel being the only one of your kind? You know, how does it feel getting that inner loneliness because there's no one to communicate your feelings with, and a whole lot of people just fear you.” He shrugged. “It is awfully lonely but I had told myself long ago that if I focused on it, I would never survive.”

Zou explained, lifting the novel in front of his face, intending to show it to Chanle. Chanle frowned as she read the title of the novel in Zou's hand, 'Unilateral love' that was written there. Suddenly Chanle snatched the book without permission, making Zou gasp in disapproval. "Yeah, why was it taken? Want to read too? Can it be after Zou," Zou chattered, pursed his lips. Chanle rolled her eyeballs, there was nothing in Chanle's dictionary to read things that were not important to him. Because he's a workaholic, and doesn't like to waste time.

" 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. ]

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.