Wen Xue Cheng Novels & Stories

"You don't have to feel uncomfortable because of me."  "Someone stole something valuable from me, I'm only here to get it back.  "I'll be off with the girl who stole my heart soon." He said calmly.  I was shattered, he had come for someone else. She was probably his new mate. I was sad to see he moved on so easily after rejecting me. I could feel my heart get torn to shreds. I couldn't help but get curious about what his new mate looked like, or who she was. Tears of jealousy choked my heart, trying to force it's way through my eyes.  I took a deep breath and forced a smile, I was never going to let him get the best of me. I turned to him wearing a bright smile. "Good luck."

One year of love, loyalty, and promises of forever, destroyed in a single day. Henry truly believed he would spend the rest of his life with Danny, his older boyfriend. He thought their relationship was unshakeable… until distance, excuses, and “busyness” became the new normal. Not even a message on their anniversary. Everything fell apart when Henry joined his roommates for their Friendship Day outing, only to discover that his so-called boyfriend was in the same building, proposing grandly to another person on the exact day that was supposed to be their anniversary. Caught between heartbreak and the burning desire for revenge, Henry made a daring move. He turned to Danny’s biggest rival, Maverick, a fellow student just like him. But things didn’t go as planned. Maverick wasn’t just a rival. He was powerful, possessive, and unexpectedly devoted. And he wanted Henry, even after learning the whole thing started as a game. What happens when Danny realizes his mistake and wants Henry back? And what will Henry choose: the one who broke him, or the one willing to fight for him?

In the empty villa, Celia Quinn sat motionless on the sofa. It wasn't until much later that the villa's front door swung open, and Lucas Shaw stepped inside. His gaze paused briefly on her, then his expression turned cold. "Yvonne is running a fever today. Why did you keep calling me?"

Do you know what he must go through in order to attain her? This is his story; of a most unlikely love and of danger: Willy is a disadvantaged man in New York city— who suffers from amnesia and sadly cannot remember his past; The only thing that he could vaugely remember was his name. He finds himself stranded on the streets as a homeless man. His past shrouded in a deep cloud of mystery; there were deep unresolved questions: Who was he? What had happened and now he is on the streets? One day he met a strange man who proposes to him— a life changing offer: Willy saw that as an opportunity to lead a normal life and to marry the sweet girl of his dreams.

My best friend loved playing 'jokes.' On my birthday, she projected my worst photos in front of everyone, saying she just wanted to 'liven up the mood.' When I was on my period, she deliberately gave me a defective pad. Even when she saw the stain on my clothes, she said nothing–claiming she was helping me 'get more attention.' After I started dating, she edited my photos into suggestive images and spread them across social media groups, pricing them like a product. When I finally snapped and confronted her, she just laughed. "I'm just helping you test your boyfriend," she said. "If he doubts you, then he doesn't really love you. How can you blame me?" Later, a man used the information from those posts to track me down and harm me. I did not survive what followed. However, when I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day she first shared those images.

She gave him everything, her love, her light, her life. Aurora healed Rowan’s broken soul, stood by him through darkness, and asked for nothing in return. But instead of love, she was met with hatred, indifference, and pain. Rowan’s heart belonged to Vivian, the woman who vanished without a trace, and he blamed Aurora, his fated mate, for her disappearance. His love for one blinded him to the truth of the other. Now Aurora is gone… and Rowan is left with nothing but guilt, madness, and the ghost of the woman who loved him more than life itself. Will he ever forgive himself, or is this his punishment for destroying his own destiny?

I hated my husband most in the moment he died for me, swallowed by the flames. Right before he took his last breath, he tore our marriage certificate in half, his eyes burning red. "If there's another life," he said, "I'd rather we never met." My whole body went rigid. Only then did I understand—he blamed me. Ten years ago, his childhood sweetheart and her family had been exiled. She had begged him for help. But that day, he'd gone with me on a trip and missed the chance to save her. And for ten long years, he held that grudge against me. After my husband's death, the world turned on me. Even my in-laws, who had always cared for me, looked at me with pure disgust. "If not for you, Russ wouldn't be dead. We wish you'd never been born!" I couldn't bear it anymore. I ended my life. I never expected that when I opened my eyes again, I would be back on the day Russ Williams came to propose. This time, I would do exactly as he wished. I would give everyone what they wanted.

On my birthday, Rowan Shore ditches me for the 99th time to run to his suicidal true love. I tell the system, "I'm done with this mission. I've had enough." For years, I have tried every trick in the book, but I can't win Rowan's heart. The system says that if I die in this world, I'll return to my original one. The first time, I slit my wrists in the bathroom. Rowan kicks the door down, sends me to the hospital, and berates me for using self-harm to snare his attention. The second time, I swallow an entire bottle of sleeping pills. He bursts in at the last moment and sobs while holding me. He says he knows he messed up. There's still a third time, a fourth time, and more, right?

At the company team-building event, I got called out by my colleague Samantha Rowler for not removing my price tag—she accused me of being a "freebie chaser." "Oh wow, Carla, you drive a BMW 5 Series. Are you seriously planning to return your clothes within seven days too?" she sneered. I tucked the tag back in and ignored her snide remark. But after the event, as soon as I got home, my phone started blowing up. My chat apps were going insane. A friend had sent me a link: [Luxury-Car Executive Turns Out to Be a Return Addict!] Someone had filmed me leaving the price tag on and posted it to a short-video platform. I opened the comment section and was met with a barrage of insults. [Can't afford to live, huh? Tag warrior.] [Is this car a sugar-daddy gift? Those who know, know.] [OMG, does this woman have some kind of illness? Which brand is this so I can avoid it!] I immediately knew Samantha was behind it. I messaged her to delete the video. Instead, the next second, she blocked me—and pinned a comment to the top of the thread: [You can know a person's face but never their heart!] I was about to post a statement to clarify, my finger hovering over the send button, when I noticed the video's likes had already shot past ten thousand. I laughed. If they wanted a scene, fine—let's make it bigger. I quickly posted a new update: [The outfit is really nice. I'll wear it again next time.] The netizens erupted. The insults doubled, the heat skyrocketed, and the post shot straight to number one trending. I just put my phone down and went to sleep.

It's more like a war a woman finding out her husband is getting married in less than twenty one days. She's ruined her marriage by ignoring her husband for so many months and he took drastic decisions of adding another wife. That is tragic because he is deeply in love with his first wife. He got married to the President's daughter and she is hellbent on ruining his perfect home alongside their daughter. She is the real definition of cunning, manipulative and nefarious human. Her love merged to the world of obsession, she is taking over her own life. Things happened, life got ruined in less than twenty one days. It is up for both women to find their destiny and what karma has in store for them.