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Rebirth: The New Bride Wants A Divorce

Anna thought her life ended the moment she saw her husband, Daniel Clafford, in the arms of her sister. She had already lost her unborn child something Daniel never even noticed and now, with her last shred of hope shattered, she decided to leave quietly. But fate was cruel. Before she could walk away, she was pushed off the balcony of the Clafford estate. Only… she didn’t die. When she opened her eyes again, she was back on the day of her wedding, her sister having run away and Anna forced to take her place as the replacement bride. This time, Anna swore things would be different. No love. No expectations. No more foolish devotion to a husband who only brought her heartbreak and cold indifference. Yet something is wrong. The Daniel of this life isn’t the same man she remembers. He refuses to ignore her, refuses to let her go, and most shockingly—refuses to divorce her. “I’m telling you, Anna. Stop bringing divorce into our conversations,” Daniel warned, his voice taut. His heart ached, but seeing her unyielding expression made his resolve crumble. With trembling hands, he cupped her face and whispered: “Please… give me a chance. I promise I’ll love you right this time.” But Anna only laughed bitterly. To her, Daniel Clafford was still the same man—wicked, calculating, dangerous. He married her with a motive. And now he dared beg her to stay? Dream on, Daniel Clafford. Because this time… Anna was determined to make him taste his own medicine.
akshaya_vanne · 803.1k Views

Recollecting Divinity

Announcement - The Revamp of the story is complete, Hope y'all still enjoy as I've had plenty of fun editing and making it better for y'all! The Garden of Eden is Abandoned. Angels bearing Divine Weapons draw blood against one another in a never-ending feud for the prize of return to the Garden. And where is the Most High who once guided them? Two watch in delight—one begs for peace to reign. None intervenes. Thrust into a hostile, new world, Uriel, the Virtue of Charity, is forced into a divine endless cycle of kill or be killed. One of the Original Twelve Virtues of Eden, he is now a reluctant war general for his legion, and the last defender of what remains of a former friend’s people. Others have taken up what the world decrees as its new law. Gabriel, driven by his duty to the Most High, has become an irresistible force built upon fanaticism. Daughter of Raphael, Michaela is torn between righteous justice and her growing darkness. And Lucifer…his chaos needs no introduction. Uriel refuses to believe that the self-destruction of his kind is the only way out. But once friends turned war enemies start to draw closer and allies die, he must confront the truth of the matter: Can he stay true to Charity when the only path forward requires the embrace of even a sliver of his divine darkness? A new spark of hope is needed to end this world’s suffering. All Uriel has to do is live long enough to see it. Expect: Angels, Divine Weapons, Power Systems, High Fantasy and Creation Myth, Tragedy, Transformations, Multi-POV, Religious Themes (with respectful inversions), Blood & Violence (within reason)
ProjectMidas · 30.5k Views

SONGS OF THE HEAVENS; my song for the sky

People think being small is cute. It’s not. Not when you’re eighteen, trapped in the body of a five-year-old, and every stranger pats your head like you’re a lost child. I’m Xiao Tian, born with white hair, pale skin, and eyes people like to stare at too long. My parents say I was “beautiful enough to be cursed.” I don’t believe in curses—at least I didn’t before. I stopped growing at age five. My body froze, my bones sealed, and time ignored me. My sister—who used to hide behind me—now looks like my older sibling. Even in high school, teachers questioned if my ID was fake. But I still tried to live normally. That ended the day I found the scroll. Old… strange… covered in patterns like dragons choking stars. I touched it—the thing burned into my mind like molten iron. Not metaphor. I mean I felt it slide into my brain. Since then, I don’t dream like humans. I dream of twin figures on a tower of chains—backs touching, one leaking blinding light, the other suffocating darkness. Both look exactly like me. Now I spend my time in the national library searching for answers. Thousands of years of recorded history… still nothing. No myths match what I see. No symbols match that scroll. The only change is my mind. If I touch a book, I learn it. Not read—learn. Word for word. Page for page. Medicine, physics, coding, mythology… all of it stays like cold metal in my skull. But none of it explains why gods scream my name in my sleep.
Hommieswonder · 3.8k Views