Yuánfèn Novels & Stories

She handed the cashier her credit card dimly, muttering a thanks as she accepted the paper bag with her purchases and exited the store into the chilly night. Winter was fast approaching along with long snowy nights. Absently, on her way to her car, she wondered if Forrest would be back for Christmas. Brushing the light snow from her shoulders, she slid into her car and turned on the engine, sighing in content when the heat blew against her chilled face. Lang wasn’t back too, he was now exploring the wonders of the northern side of China, as he told her last in their phone call last night. He called her regularly now, after he started noting the lack of enthusiasm in her voice and how hollow

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Soft duty. Shin was still crying. Even his sobs grew louder. Maybe Mrs. Duty is now wet from Shin's tears. "I have no one in this world. I have nothing in this world. I have no people who love me. Everyone hates me. I'm just a loser who should have chosen suicide. Well, I should have died. So now let me die!" ***

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

Zhou Fu furrowed his brows several times every time Shen Shen spoke about the figure that made the screaming sound. It was Bao Yin, a man Shen Shen described as being at least in his sixties and possessing a terrifying power like being able to fly an island into the sky. The figure of Bao Yin is a figure that should not be offended because perhaps, a snap of his little finger will be able to make a land be erased in history.

“I’m dying.” “What the fuck?” The tone in Minus’s voice immediately shifted from anger to concern. I gasped, my hand reflexively covering my mouth. “I have CRC.” “What the hell is that?” Minus asked with a slight drawl. Evidence of his time spent in Savannah. “Jesus, Minus, you sound like a goddamned hillbilly,” Cutter said with a chuckle. “Colorectal cancer,” Warthog sang out, in a mock country singer voice, to a cheery tune that did not fit the lyrics.

Bryan looked confused—he was the only one who didn’t understand what was happening. “What’s the meaning of that?” Mrs. Wilson demanded. Silence fell instantly. “Sophie, up! Now!” she ordered. “What was that?” she asked sharply. “We’re sorry, Mrs. Wilson,” they said in unison. I couldn’t lift my head. Pain pressed hard against my chest. “Liana,” she called. “How long have you preserved your test subject?” I forced myself to look up. “Two weeks,” she answered, her voice sharp as a blade.

“That fusion can evolve into something rare. A Voyant.” “Good memory, Luke,” Theo whispers. “A Voyant doesn’t just see connection. They don’t just feel emotions. They see emotions. They see connections beyond bonds. They see auras. The imprint of energy left behind. And sometimes…” she hesitates, her fingers tightening on the edge of the book. “They can communicate with souls that remain tethered to this world. Spirits that haven’t crossed over. Ones still waiting to be reborn.”

Forever. -------------------------------------------END----------------------------------------------------------------------

1 year ago "Ahhh" "ahhh" "ngh" my breaths came out in puffs and my eyes were all puffy from the tears I cried "fuck!" I cried "harder Levi, fucking fuck me harder" he pounded into me with his cock, I could feel him in my womb, but it wasn't deep enough "deeper Levi, go into me-fuck!" I moaned as he drove into me He wrapped my hair around his fist "you drive me wild fucking Jinny Carlile," he breathed into my ear "imagine if your mum or dad could see you now, hmmm? What do you gotta say for yourself"