Zhai Xiao Wen

I burned my painting right in front of the students and university staff. Thunderous applause filled the hall. Everyone thought it was some kind of performance. But my senior in the graduate program panicked. He rushed forward and grabbed my wrist, his voice tight. “Connor, have you gone mad? This is your only shot to prove yourself!” I shook him off, cold. A chance? That was his chance, right? During my past life, he stole the painting I poured my heart and soul into and entered it in the competition ahead of me. The composition, the colors, even my original technique… He copied all of it. He won the Gold Award for the National Youth Art Competition, signed with a top gallery, and basked in glory. Meanwhile, I was branded a shameless plagiarist. The insults and curses overwhelmed me completely. "Get out of the art scene already!" “A plagiarist like you should just die!” His fans stormed my studio, smashed my tools, and broke my right hand. With my world in ruins, I jumped off the studio roof. Opening my eyes again, I realized I had returned to the day my senior accused me of plagiarism.

Ich starb an dem Tag, an dem ich den „Distinguished Service Award“ des Rudels erhalten sollte. Drei Stunden nach meinem Tod machten meine Eltern, mein Bruder und mein Gefährte gerade den Abschluss der Abschlussfeier, die sie für meine Schwester ausgerichtet hatten. Während meine Schwester Ella ein gemütliches Familienfoto auf Instagram postete, war ich im Keller eingesperrt. Ich versuchte, mit der Zunge über mein Handy zu wischen, um Hilfe zu rufen. Der einzige Person, die antwortete, war mein Gefährte Ryan. Alles, was er sagte, war: „Sophie, hör auf mit dem Drama. Ellas Abschlussfeier ist wichtig. Jetzt reicht's aber mit dem Theater!“ Es war das neunundneunzigste Mal, dass sie mich im Stich ließen. Und das letzte. Ich lag in einer Lache meines eigenen Blutes, und meine Lungen waren reglos. Sie dachten, ich hätte einfach einen Wutanfall und hätte mich irgendwo versteckt, und dass ich schon zu ihnen zurückkriechen würde, wenn sie mich nur genug schmoren ließen. Aber sie wussten es nicht. Ich war die ganze Zeit zu Hause. Ich war bereits tot.

Si Jhai ay ang pinuno ng isang lihim na samahan na tinatawag na Lion Warrior, isang grupo na nagtutuwid ng mga maling katarungan. Maaga siyang naulila matapos mapatay ang kanyang mga magulang sa isang madugong insidente. Bitbit ang pangakong tutuparin ang pangarap ng mga ito, pinili niyang maging high school teacher. Upang mapanatili ang kanyang lihim na pagkakakilanlan, nagpakilala siya bilang si Zhaine, isang weird at old-fashioned na guro. Sa hindi inaasahan, siya ang itinalagang class adviser ng section 12-D—isang klase ng mga outcasts, pasaway, at mga estudyanteng tila wala nang pangarap sa buhay. Isa sa mga estudyante ay si Kenn Singson, anak ng school director. Masungit, matalino, at mailap—katulad ni Zhaine pagdating sa mga taong mahal nila. Bagama’t malamig at puno ng tensyon ang kanilang unang pagkikita, unti-unting nahulog ang loob ni Kenn sa kanyang adviser. At sa pagdaan ng panahon, kahit labag sa patakaran ng paaralan at sa sariling prinsipyo, natutunan ding ibigin ni Zhaine ang binata. Ngunit sa gitna ng unti-unting namumuong pag-ibig, patuloy pa rin ang misyon ni Jhai para makamit ang hustisya para sa kanyang mga magulang. Hanggang sa isang araw, natuklasan niya ang isang nakakagulat na katotohanan: ang taong pumatay sa kanyang ama ay walang iba kundi ang kanyang bagong kaibigan—isang private police inspector na lingid sa lahat ay may itinatagong lihim bilang kalaban ng Lion Warrior. Gumuho ang mundo ni Jhai. Ang paghahangad ng hustisya, sa pagkamatay ng kanyang magulang ang-siyang nagdulot sa kanya, upang siya'y mapahamak at mag-agaw buhay. Makakaligtas kaya si Zhaine sa bingit ng kamatayan? Isusuko ba niya ang Lion Warrior sa kanyang kaaway? handa ba nyang tanggapin ang alok ni Blue magpakasal kapalit ng kaniyang kaligtasan? At paano haharapin ni Kenn ang sakit ng mawalan ng babaeng unang nagturo sa kanyang magmahal—sa paraang kailanma’y hindi niya malilimutan?

My mother was once adored and protected by three men. As such, I had three fathers. After her death, I was raised by one of the greatest doctors, the richest man in Theala, and an award-winning actor. For 13 years, I was showered with overwhelming adoration. That was until three years ago—the day they adopted Erin, an orphan girl. From then on, they began to dote on her. When she accused me of stealing her necklace, they tore my room apart in their search, smashing my most cherished music box in the process. They only felt remorse when they saw me sobbing over the shards. As compensation, they bought me every music box they could find. When she claimed I mocked her for being an orphan, they forced me to write a hundred apology letters as punishment. They only massaged my hands in remorse upon seeing them trembling so badly that I could no longer feed myself. When Erin accused me of shredding her gown, they locked me in the dark basement, starving me for three whole days. When I was let out, they were filled with remorse upon realizing how much weight I had lost. Their bloodshot eyes watched over the grand feast they prepared as an apology. All of that lasted until Erin poisoned my cup of water. I kept coughing up blood as my body grew weaker by the day. Daniel only diagnosed me with malnutrition and made me take prescribed supplements. Unbeknownst to him, those supplements only hastened the poison's effects. After I collapsed at school, I went to the hospital for treatment. "You only have three days left to live," the doctor said. Why then… Why did my fathers drown themselves in sorrow and kill Erin after my death?

The night before my wedding, my mom got into a car accident—she needed a blood transfusion, fast. Her blood type was rare. Mine matched. I was pregnant, but I didn't think twice. I donated. While I was bleeding out, losing my baby, my fiancé, Joffrey Habsburg, and his brother—my so-called childhood friend—Mateo, were busy holding Nancy's hand during her cosmetic surgery. I begged Joffrey to save my mom. Only then did he bother to pick up a scalpel. When it was over, he said, "Surgery failed. She's gone." Two days later, I overheard Nancy purring through the door, wrapped around the Habsburg brothers. "Mateo really is a racer—he hit that old hag dead on. And Joffrey? You were amazing too, making sure she didn't survive the surgery. Thanks to you both, I got Lori's blood for my operation."

BOOK TWO of COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE: When the line between allies and enemies blurs, a king and queen must trust each other—even when trust seems lost. A rogue pack seems to possess almost impossible knowledge to evade capture as King Alexandar and Queen Lucianne learn a difficult truth - the leader of the rogue pack is bonded to one of their allies. To make matters more difficult, something is stirring in the vampire community. Rumors, reports, whispers of kidnappings and invasions. With threats pushing in from every angle the king and queen must fight to protect their kingdom, their allies, their friends, and even one another. As bonds are forged and broken, the royal pair must face a sinister thought—perhaps the threat looms within their circle. And as their love and trust for another are put to the test, they must remember that dark forces are no match for their bond. But how can anyone fight an unseen threat with the ability to bring the kingdom to its knees? When all seems lost, even a pinprick of light can ignite the fires of hope… *** BOOK ONE: The 5-time Rejected Gamma & the Lycan King BOOK THREE: The Indomitable Huntress & the Hardened Duke

Zhairro Cly is a famous billionaire and well-known businessman throughout the Philippines.. He is always cold and emotionless, ayaw sa maingay at mainitin lagi ang ulo. Walang babaeng nakakalapit sa kanya maliban na lang sa ina at childhood friend niya. On the other hand.. Si Carlyn Antonia o mas kilala bilang si Cara ay isang sikat na model. sa unang tingin ay akala mo tahimik siya at masungit pero ang totoo ay madaldal, conyo at friendly. Hindi din siya naniniwala sa pag ibig, and at the age of 23 ay wala pa rin siyang boyfriend, Dahil naniniwala lang daw siya sa kasabihang 'Ang tunay na Pag-ibig ay nasa libro at wala sa totoong mundo'. Pero nagtagpo ang kanilang mundo, naging magkaibigan at magkarelasyon nagkapangakuan at tumagal.. ngunit dahil sa isang pagkakamali nagbago ang lahat, magiging masaya pa kaya ang magiging katapusan ng storya nila kung sa una pa lamang ay nagka-lamat na? ZHAIRRO CLY POSSESSION E N J O Y R E A D I N G L O V E S DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places and events and incidents are either of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living, or dead , actual events is pure coincidental. Plagiarism is a crime.

Savannah Elise Hart is perfect on paper—polished, untouchable, and desperate to keep it that way. Cassian Rhys Blackwood is chaos in his black leather jacket, with a smirk that could undo her world. When a rumor threatens Savannah’s future and a false accusation jeopardizes Cassian’s freedom, their fake dating deal seems simple—until stolen kisses in the dark and whispered confessions ignite something dangerously real. He pins her against the studio wall, paint smeared on her cheek as his lips hover over hers. “Tell me this doesn’t feel real.” In a game where rules shatter and hearts are on the line, pretending has never been so tempting—or so risky.

My newlywed husband forces me, a late-stage liver cancer patient, to drink hard liquor just to please his secretary. When the secretary later stages a setup, pretending to take a knife for him, she loses too much blood. In a panic, he demands that I give her a blood transfusion. I name my price—ten million dollars. He sneers. "Your blood really is worth its weight in gold, huh?" Of course it is. A liver cancer patient's blood doesn't come cheap. Later, when his precious secretary crashes into my car, he mocks me again. "You caused the accident on purpose, didn't you? Stop pretending—you just want more money. Wendy Yaeger, you disgust me." I'm done. All I want now is to get that divorce certificate before I die, but he looks down at me with disdain. "Don't use such pathetic tricks to get my attention. You're not even qualified to negotiate with me." Fine. Once I'm dead, the marriage will end on its own.

Bei einem Ausflug in den Vergnügungspark brachte mein Beta-Freund Drew plötzlich eine Frau mit ihrer kleinen Tochter mit. Im Auto fehlte zufällig genau ein Sitzplatz. Drew bat mich auszusteigen und den Platz den beiden zu überlassen. Er sagte: „Laura hat es mit dem Kind nicht leicht. Sie sollen erstmal fahren, ich hole dich später ab.“ Ruhig stieg ich aus und sah zu, wie das Auto langsam den Parkplatz verließ. Drei Stunden später kamen sie im Vergnügungspark an und nahmen an der abendlichen Feuerwerksveranstaltung teil. Als meine beste Freundin Drew fragte, warum er mich noch nicht abgeholt habe, half er gerade geduldig Laura, eine übergroße Feuerwerksbatterie zu entzünden. Er war nicht im Geringsten beunruhigt und sagte: „Es ist kein Problem, Sienna später abzuholen. Sie nimmt das nicht krumm. Ich werde sie schon beschwichtigen, dann ist sie auch nicht mehr sauer.“ Wütend wird man nur auf Menschen, die einem etwas bedeuten. Dass mein Vater, meine Mutter und mein Bruder sich nie um mich scherten, habe ich noch hingenommen. Aber dass sich jetzt auch Drew nicht mehr für mich interessierte... Darum ist es Zeit, für immer zu gehen.