Yuánfèn Novels & Stories

​It is hard being a fresh graduate of a course that requires strong connections just to get your foot in the door of your dream job. I was just lucky to have parents who supported all my dreams. I am Hannah Martin, and we live on a small island in the Philippines. My parents are farmers, and the life we live here is quiet and peaceful. The only sad part is knowing I will have to temporarily leave this sanctuary to fulfill my ambitions.

but I want to make it mine, she purred who the hell makes such a sound I asked myself while glaring at her Anyway, I overheard your conversation and I am not surprised that your mom is a prostitute, no offense though, but I suggest that you don't reconcile with the man because he may not be your father and if it is possible, you run away from home because they may not even need you again and you are better off on the street. she said with a mocking pitch. Please leave me alone, I said Anyway I just wanted to inform you that I recorded all the conversation even the one you had with you parents and I am going to upload it to the school group chat and show everyone how pathetic your family memb

the someone cut me off. "Her name is Annabelle Siromani, my daughter."

“What changed?” Selene glanced at Ronan, then back at me. No one tried to hide the conversation behind shields or half-felt impressions. The bond stayed open, but not invasive. Like a door left ajar instead of ripped off its hinges. “We named the third,” she said simply. I blinked. “The third what?” “The third self,” Ronan answered. “The one that’s not just you, not just her, not just me. The triad that lives in the middle.”

The scent of burning leaves and churned earth tainted the wind. Kael stood atop the eastern ridge, golden eyes fixed on the horizon where the forest gave way to the misty stretch of the Bloodfang Border. A place cursed by memory and magic — now disturbed by movements that were too deliberate to be wildlife. The night air crackled with tension, thick and waiting.

BINTA I lived on a remote island on the coast of Lafiya called Rayuwa. Lafiya is a country made up of four states. Fili State, Ruwa State, Gona State and Daji state. Rayuwa is part of Daji State, and the capital of Daji is Duniya. The proximity of Rayuwa to Duniya is near. Lafiya is a developed country, but although Rayuwa is a part of Lafiya, it lacks civilisation, and because of this, it serves as a tourist attraction for Lafiya, generating millions in revenue. In Rayuwa, there were no schools, no electricity, or water supply. People usually fetched water from the streams or dug wells in their compounds. The lack of civilisation made it impossible for us to access proper medical care, and

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.